How did you bunch of silly group members also time travel

Seven-Colored Leopard Jumping Jade: You understand how to jinx someone who's always crowd-like / Swallowing Gold Ingots

Seven Returning Moon: Godslayer! Godslayer!! Godslayer!!

Sirin Kaslana: Miss Nanapura, do you want to go to the Godkiller world?

One person, two roles: Kiyohime: Nanapura wants to rise to the top in one step, so she wants to become a god slayer.

Everyone here is my wife: Becoming a god-slayer can indeed lead to instant success. Killing any god will grant you an unfathomable upper limit of magic power and a magic regeneration speed equivalent to infinite magic power. Combined with Nanami's cheat ability, it's definitely a meteoric rise.

Dongquan Fire Wine: The authority of the gods is ultimately just an external thing.

Red-Eyed Eve: Godslayer, what about that stupid fox? Was the stupid fox considered a disobedient god in the past?

Sadness: Maybe the fox will take Gaia's place in the pantheon. /laughs

Newbie just filling in the numbers: ∠( ? 」∠)＿

Sirin Kaslana: Mom said that no newcomers have even shown up yet, and you guys already assumed it's a Godkiller world?

Mingming: That's right, no newbies have shown up yet!

Noelle: @TreeTreeTree Welcome the newcomer~

Noelle: Newcomer, hurry up and reveal your voice, photos, and black stockings!

Qiong: White stockings are fine too, I'm not picky.

Newbie here: Does anyone need some farmyard manure? Freshly produced, super fresh, with the Earth Goddess flavor.

Sirin Kaslana: ? ? ?

Seven-Colored Leopard Jumps on Jade: Fuli, something's not right with you!

Everyone here is my wife: Could it be that bottle of brain fluid?

My favorite is Magical Merry: I want it! I want it! Give me Merry-chan! ~

Newbie paying for this: Have you finally gone so far as to sell your body? (adjusts glasses)

Ordinary high school student: ...It's a very normal thing (probably), so why does it sound so abnormal coming from your mouths?

Frog: Because none of them are normal, especially this shameful elf (half annoyed)

Noelle: Captured the moment the fox was talking nonsense.jpg

Celine Kaslana: The newcomer seems terrified by her mother and has absolutely no intention of showing up.

Newbie commenter: Ugh, is she as timid as the girl who gets to know a boy? That kind of character setup is too repetitive!

[A string of garbled katakana characters]: ...

Tree Tree Tree: ......

Bright red baby moon cat: Has a new person arrived? Tell me how you transmigrated, and let me see just how unlucky you were!

Noelle frowned, recalling her absurd experiences both before and after her transmigration.

She was so upset that she immediately covered her head and rolled around in pain.

Noelle: Little Remy, are you trying to heal your own heart with other people's pain?

Fallen Saint Black Cat: Seriously, they might not be from another time; they could also be natives.

Silver Hair Supreme: Newbie, don't be afraid, there aren't many good people in the group!

Everyone here is my wife: ...While what you said is true, aren't you trying to discourage her?

Seven-Colored Leopard Jumping Jade: It's okay, I can't return it anyway /Eating melon seeds

Sorrowful Passing: Staying silent for too long might trigger a storyline where a fox comes knocking on your door. /Tea

Tree Tree Tree: I really did time travel.

Moon Bug: Then hurry up and tell me how you time-traveled! It's a tradition!

Tree Tree Tree: ━Σ(?Д?|||)━

Tree Tree Tree: Do I really have to say it!?

Newbie just trying to make up the numbers: It's okay, Little Remy's time-travel experiences are all over the place, she's already told everyone, be bold, don't be afraid of getting into trouble, everyone's waiting to laugh at you~!

(?＞?＜)☆

Bright red baby cat: →_→

Crimson Baby Cat: Fox, look, my Scarlet Devil Mansion breakfast is missing a fox stew. The pot is ready, the ingredients are ready, all I'm missing is a fox!

Everyone here is my wife: No need for so much talk, just throw her in!

Qiong: Agreed!

Red-eyed Eve: Stew up that stupid fox!

Seventeen-year-old girl: Oh my, you little filler girls are my good little sisters~

Seven-Colored Leopard Jumps on Jade: Purple Mom wants to add a pair of chopsticks, right? /Eating melon seeds

Seventeen-year-old girl: (? ?′Д`?) That's right!

Tree Tree Tree: Maybe... I shouldn't say anything?

Moon Insect: No way! You have to tell us about this today, no matter what!

Bright red baby cat: Yes! I have to tell you! (Slams table)

Big Brother's Words: This is the grudge of the two schoolgirl duo~

Paid newbie: Anyway, I have to say this: watch out for that filler character who comes knocking on your door and goes through your memories!

Tree Tree Tree: Σ(?д?lll) I said it! I said it!

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It's still the world we know, the familiar Miss Earth, and the familiar owner of the East Asian Monster Room.

It was the night of May 9th.

The overworked office worker, exhausted after finally finishing this job, received payment from a poultry client, which allowed him to survive.

If you have money, you have to squander it like a rich person.

Although he didn't know who set this rule, Mr. Corporate Slave thought it made a lot of sense.

It would be a disservice to all my hard work if I didn't go to the night market for some late-night snacks to stimulate my taste buds.

So, the office worker tidied up his desktop with one click, letting the files pile up messily, loosened his tie, took a sip of water, avoided the [beep] boss's office, and clocked out amidst the envious glances of his colleagues.

He picked up his phone, watching to see what kind of "jobs" his silly group members could come up with for him, while checking how much money had been deposited into his bank account.

This action determined where he would go to squander his money later.

A sudden bolt from the blue struck a passerby in XX city this afternoon...

A car accident occurred at the intersection of XX Road in XX City...

[Pervert breaks into women's restroom in XX city...]

[A man went berserk today in XX Street, XX City, chasing and slashing people with a knife...]

[Ding! Your QQ coins have been credited to your account.]

?

The bank account; before it was even opened, a bunch of news pushes and a very noticeable notification popped up, but it was a kind of long-term bird 5A (PP8,) that took the lead.

Mr. Office Worker suddenly had a bad feeling when he thought about how a client had asked about his poultry app account not long ago.

Upon opening the notification, sure enough, my ominous premonition came true.

The amount of QB that arrived was exactly the price he had agreed upon with the client!

In an instant, the light of Mr. Corporate Slave's world was taken away, and he was no longer capable of joy or sorrow in this life.

They can only skillfully open one poultry-themed game after another on the app, which advertises 20% off in-game currency in hopes of monetizing it so they can have some money to splurge on for late-night snacks.

I'll never take orders for poultry again.

Mr. Salaryman thought to himself, but he would still answer the call next time, because it wasn't the first time he had said this to himself.

In short, let's have some affordable and delicious mala tang (spicy hot pot).

With a sudden turn of his foot, his steps, which had been heading towards the bustling city center, shifted towards the old town.

The reason is simple: there are some delicious and generously portioned roadside stalls there.

Do you want to understand the meaning of life? Do you want to truly...live?

[yes or no]

What... is this?

When Mr. Salaryman tried to revive his dead soul through a chat group, a classic option appeared on his phone screen.

This is already the umpteenth year; are there still people replicating this thing?

Mr. Office Worker sighed and tried to return to the desktop.

And sure enough, the options didn't disappear; they were still displayed at the top of the screen.

It seems the phone is the one that's been damaged.

Thinking this way, Mr. Corporate Slave chose "or".

I don't know if it was just my imagination, but the option box seemed to shake slightly.

So Mr. Corporate Slave pressed "or" again.

This time, the option box didn't shake; instead, the text changed.

[or, or, or, or my foot! Yes or no, hurry up and choose, you son of a bitch!]

[yes] [no]

Yes, "or" disappeared, simply because of those two clicks.

"..."

What a boring hacker.