My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

After a sleepless night, Quitt dragged his extremely tired body, put on fleece boots, and left the apartment allocated by General Starbreaker to the workers of the Primaris Factory. The cold air in the corridor made him shiver, and his confused mind became clear.

Ever since his father watched that strange TV program the day before yesterday, Quitt has been tormented by the old man's delirium and hysteria for two whole days. His father's inexplicable paralysis yesterday afternoon dealt him a heavy blow, making this strong man want to throw himself into the arms of his mother who had passed away many years ago and cry bitterly.

But life must go on. Quit knew he had to cheer up. He followed General Shatterstar to the United States. He had elderly parents and young children at home. The youngest of his three children was only born less than six months ago. His wife, Paltrow, was a strong and brave woman who would not be easily defeated. He also had to take on the responsibility of being the backbone of the family - working, making money, and supporting the family.

Although the heavy sleepiness pressed down on his cervical spine like a steel ingot, Quit was not worried about making mistakes during his work. He was an ordinary person, or what wizards called a Muggle or a No-Maj. He was good at tinkering with and repairing machinery, but he could not understand something as subtle as magic, but that did not affect his ability to get help from magic. An alchemist card with a wakefulness spell attached was enough to keep him working for a whole day.

Quitt walked into the elevator with heavy steps. He lived in Room 14, Unit 7, Building 802, in the workers' quarters. As the elevator stopped and started going down, co-workers came in from time to time. Almost everyone paused in surprise at the elevator entrance before greeting Quitt awkwardly with expressions of pity and avoidance on their faces.

Quit hated the looks on their faces, but there was nothing he could do.

The news of old Bushnell's paralysis has spread in the working-class community, especially after the doctors and Aurors were unable to diagnose what was wrong with the old man. The rumor that "the Bushnell family is contaminated by something unclean" spread like wildfire. Quitt even saw someone secretly throwing something out in the middle of the night last night.

The man was one of his best friends, and the things lost were Quit's birthday present to him, as well as Quit's friendship.

Quit wanted to but couldn't blame them. They were all ordinary people, and no one knew whether old Bushnell's paralysis was caused by black magic. The fear of the unknown made them nervous.

If we want to solve this problem, we can only rely on the boss of the Primaris Factory - General Starbreaker.

Yesterday, Quiet wrote down the situation at home with trepidation and put it on his boss's desk. This was not because he was afraid of his boss, but mainly because he was British. As the head of the British Union Jack, Quiet naturally had a deep understanding of how slow and incompetent the government agencies were. He didn't know whether the powerful Star-Breaking General would care about the troubles of a small person like him, and whether he would fire him for disturbing him with such things...

Quit arrived at the first floor with the sound of the elevator dinging. His co-workers rushed out as if they were fleeing from the plague. He walked slowly behind, his mind full of all kinds of messy and unformed thoughts. He couldn't tell whether the voice ringing in his ears was his own or -

"When I come, you will be in deep sleep... I will stay by your side, waiting for you to fall asleep... When you wake up, you will be unable to control yourself... My body will be invisible, only visible to your eyes... For eternity, I will see you as before..."

The stench of burning rushed into Quet's nostrils. He felt as if hundreds of sharp needles were piercing his scalp. His blood was almost boiling and his whole head seemed to be about to explode. His body was like a light bulb with poor contact, constantly jumping back and forth between his own consciousness and the control of some unknown thing, so that his whole body convulsed as if he had an epileptic seizure.

His eyes were open, but he could not control the movement of his eyeballs; his mouth was open, but he could only make indescribable gasps; he could not hear any sound, but could only feel blisters on his skin from the inside out, as if it was burned by a raging fire that could not be observed with the naked eye.

Quitt's feet moved in an ugly and clumsy manner, and he pushed aside the workers who were blocking his way like a bull. He roared and yelled something like his father, Bushnell Sr., when he was hysterical - perhaps an apology - and slammed the door of the apartment building open with his shoulder!

He had lost his vision, and everything in front of him was distorted into a dark and dilapidated appearance after being burned, as if he had just experienced an extremely inhumane war. He saw human souls through his uncontrollable eyeballs, not the weak and translucent appearance of ghosts, but highly abstract candle-like humanoid black bodies with white outlines on the edges, and only two floating white dots were left where the faces were originally.

Quitt was horrified to discover that his body had developed a desire for these souls. The thing that controlled his body was extremely hungry and eagerly sniffed the fragrance of human souls.

Suddenly, a cold soul wave came, and the thing that controlled the body turned its head like a monster that found its prey, staring at -

Under the outstretched blue and purple wings, the scarlet king with a thousand eyes and the queen of hearts with tears and blood on her face were squatting on the curb, staring at it intently.

The boiling and charred thing let out a scream that was inaudible to humans, and immediately escaped from Quitt's body, hiding in the apartment building behind him.

Quitt suddenly regained consciousness and stared blankly at Latan and Cassandra squatting at the door of Building 14 of the Workers' Quarter. The crazy couple hugged their knees and looked at him in the same way. Quitt was surprised to find that their demeanor was just like his eldest son - a little brat who sneaked into a black Internet cafe in the middle of the night but forgot to bring his key and didn't dare to knock on the door, so he just stayed outside all night...

Yes, General Shatterstar is still a school-age kid. How come I just realized this?

"Good morning, Mr. Bushnell. I received your letter." Latan looked at the short and sturdy man in front of him and used the Mending Charm to heal the dense brown blisters on his skin. The Legilimency Charm instantly read the other party's thoughts. "Although I can understand that you, as a British, don't trust the government, but next time you encounter such a thing, please ask me for help immediately - I sincerely hope that there will be no next time. Anyway, have you had breakfast?"

Quitt said subconsciously: "No."

Cassandra crossed her arms like Latan, "Let's eat together. I'll ask you some details about that thing. This crazy thing even knows how to use ordinary people as human shields. We have been hiding for more than a point but still can't find a chance to attack. My legs are numb from squatting." She suddenly pulled the corner of her mouth in a sinister way. "Well, now it's a personal grudge. When I catch it, hehehe..."

The sneer from the crazy woman made Quite's scalp numb, and the feeling was even stronger than the needle-like feeling just now, but the desire to cure his father overwhelmed everything. He said urgently: "My wife hasn't left yet, you two might as well go to my house to eat."

Latan took out a wire bag as big as a human head from his jacket pocket. Through the gaps in the wire, he could see the obsidian-like cakes inside. "No need to bother. On the way here, I passed by the Moria-Lonely Mountain Mineral Sales Store, and a dwarf lady gave me a bag of magma cakes. It is said that this is an old craft passed down from her ancestors when they served the dwarf king Thorin Oakenshield. It contains half a pound of lime and saltpeter dug from the Moria mines. It is very authentic in every sense."

"Dwarf... aunt?" Quite was surprised. "But I see they all have beards."

"Both men and women of the dwarf tribe have beards, and even newborn babies have ugly hairy faces." Cassandra said impatiently, "Do you want to invite us up?"

"Don't be so rude." Latan picked up a piece of black lava cake and knocked it on Cassandra's head. The sound it made could only be described as loud as a bell. The hardness of both was quite amazing. "Mr. Bushnell, please let us see your father's symptoms."

"Just call me Quit." Quit noticed that his apartment building had been surrounded by a group of extremely tall (although not as tall as General Shattering Star) men. Their straight gray military uniforms had scarlet collars turned up, and the collar badge was in the shape of an open book pierced from top to bottom by a golden sword.

Quitt knew the identities of these men and women. They were the Grey Knights, the Wardenal, the Angels of Death of the Scarlet King... and they were also the community workers who went door to door carrying eggs and butter to inquire about employment conditions and life difficulties.

People who don't know the inside story might think that the Grey Knights' stern faces are a manifestation of coldness and ruthlessness, but they have this expression when they drive Vanguard-class Titans to fight against flying dragons that stray into the vicinity of the town in front of the college, when they physically skin and cramp drug dealers who are trying to open up new markets, when they repair home appliances and unclog sewers for elderly people living alone, when they save cats that can't get down from trees and balloons that children accidentally drop, and even when they mediate civil disputes for residents of the town in front of the college with gentle voices, they still have this expression...

They are not cruel, they just have some problem with their facial nerves.

Latan even suspected that the blood he added to the blood of the sage was too strong, otherwise why would the 666 Grey Knights under his command be so expressionless. He said to the nearest Grey Knight: "Evacuate the residents of Building 14, and don't let them enter the apartment building until the problem is solved. Also, smile, don't scare the children."

"Yes, Supreme Grand Master." The Grey Knight put in a great effort to twist his facial features, and the final effect was not bad. It was enough to scare the dead into escaping from the other world.

Latan slapped his forehead expressionlessly. The case was solved. It was his blood that passed on the facial paralysis defect to his children.

He leaned over and grabbed Quete's shoulders, holding Cassandra with one hand, and then Apparated directly into No. 802 where Quete's family lived. The house where ordinary people lived forced him to bend his waist, and his back was still against the ceiling, and he had to be careful not to knock down the chandelier. Looking around the simple living room, he whispered, "So that's it, it's hidden here..."

Before Quet could say anything, a stout woman holding a baby came out of the bedroom. She was obviously startled by the crackling sound when she appeared. She had an expression of half fear and half anger on her face, and in her hand was a rolling pin as thick as an ordinary person's wrist - it seemed that she didn't even dare to let go of it when she slept these two days - it seemed that she was determined to fight the strange thing that haunted her house.

Seeing that it was her husband and the actual controller of the town in front of the college, the woman was obviously relieved. The rolling pin fell to the ground with a thud, and she covered her mouth and cried, "Thank God!"

"God is not here, Mrs. Bushnell." Cassandra sneered, "But you can still praise him loudly, because General Shatterstar is here in person!"

"Jesus Christ!" Mrs. Bushnell cried even more eloquently. "Oh, omniscient and merciful God, please protect me from this blasphemy!"

Latan glanced at the small statue of the crucifixion of Jesus above the TV in the living room, then looked at Quitt, who looked embarrassed. "Is your whole family religious?"

"Yes, Puritans, our whole family is." Quit said weakly, "but apparently, God did not show his mercy to my father..."

Cassandra snorted, "What a superstitious family. If I had known, I wouldn't have let my big lion take over your God's job."

"Little snake, since the omniscient and omnipotent God can't take care of it, let me, who is neither omniscient nor omnipotent, take care of it." Latan's eyes fell on Mrs. Bushnell's bedroom. A half-grown boy and a young girl walked out. Counting the baby boy in Mrs. Bushnell's hands, the Quitt family had both sons and daughters, and they should be very happy. "Good morning, children, what are your names?"

The girl shrank timidly behind her brother, but the half-grown boy was much braver: "My name is Pete, my sister is Louise, and my little brother is Aaron!"