Socially anxious people transmigrate to another world; living in seclusion is too difficult.

The rain was still falling. Lin Anlan led Su Yang back inside, sat him down in a chair, and found a clean cloth to wipe his wet hair. A moment later, Su Yang awoke from his daze. He looked at his right hand; the longsword in his hand had long since vanished, and the bloodstains on his body had been washed away by the rain. But Su Yang felt that his heart was covered in filthy bloodstains, which he could never cleanse himself of. A law-abiding college student from the original world, untouched by the harshness of society and the wickedness of humanity, now bore the burden of dozens of lives. Every slash, every scream, lingered in his mind, echoing in his ears. These sounds, seemingly from hell, had tormented him relentlessly since he regained consciousness.

Su Yang suddenly felt nauseous. The images of severed limbs and flowing blood kept assaulting his mind. Finally, Su Yang knelt on the ground and vomited violently until his stomach was empty. In the end, only yellow digestive juices kept falling to the ground with the vomiting sounds. Lin Anlan squatted beside him and kept patting Su Yang's back, trying her best to make him feel better. She could understand how Su Yang was feeling at this moment. When she killed for the first time, although she did not have such a violent stress response as Su Yang, it was by no means easy.

After a while, Su Yang gradually calmed down. His mind was a jumbled mess, like a computer infected with a virus; all the scenes, all the people, all the conversations were flashing through his head. After a moment, he looked up at Lin Anlan and asked in an icy tone:

"You are a level 6 elementalist, so why can't you resist those soldiers who are only level 3 or 4?"

"I...I..." Lin Anlan stammered, trying to explain, but Su Yang didn't give her time and continued to ask:

"Die'er and Linglong have always been with you. Even when I'm not around, they can still activate elemental power. Why didn't they?"

Su Yang continued, seemingly questioning himself, as if he were also interrogating him:

"Little Orange is also inside the house, why didn't it reveal its true form to fight the enemy?"

Why didn't my cloud radar react in time?

"Why did you make that face? Why did your eyes look so desperate and helpless?"

Why should I kill them?

......

One question after another was posed as Su Yang opened and closed his mouth. Lin Anlan couldn't bear to see Su Yang continue, so she walked over to him, squatted down, and cupped his face in her hands, saying, "Su Yang, I was wrong. Actually, actually..."

"Actually, I did it all," Linglong said before Lin Anlan could reveal the truth.

"I arranged all of this."

Upon hearing this, Su Yang looked at Ling Long. His eyes showed no confusion or doubt, but rather an empty gaze that seemed to conceal endless coldness.

"I made Lin Anlan act, and I blocked your perception of the cloud radar, all to force you to kill someone." Seeing that Su Yang didn't speak, Linglong blurted out the truth.

“Murder, murder, more murder! So many tricks, so many schemes, all to make me kill!” Su Yang said, tears finally breaking free of his eyes and streaming down his face.

"What good will killing do? I can kill them, but can I kill everyone in the world?!" Su Yang cried out helplessly. "I just want a quiet life, as long as I can protect myself. I don't want to kill anyone! I don't want to become famous! I just want to be invisible and live peacefully in this strange world!"

Upon hearing Su Yang's words, Lin Anlan instantly understood Su Yang's secret: Su Yang was not from this world, but from another world.

After listening to Su Yang's tearful account, Linglong remained silent. She simply looked at Su Yang quietly, offering neither explanation nor comfort, as if waiting for Su Yang's decision.

After waiting for a while, Su Yang looked up and sighed, "Uh... you can go now." Su Yang didn't like this feeling, being led by the nose, being schemed against, and even more so, being forced to do things he didn't want to do.

Lin Anlan was a little confused, thinking that Su Yang was telling her to leave. Well, she had lied to him, making him do the last thing she wanted to do, so it was only natural for him to send her away now. Just as she was about to get up, she heard Linglong say behind her:

"Alright, then I'm leaving." Linglong finished speaking and walked to the door, but then, as if reluctant, she turned back and said, "Master, take care."

Alas, how can people truly understand each other? As the saying goes:

The difference between smoke and mist lies in a single thought;

The smoke curls up, so ethereal and fleeting;

The fog is so hazy, so illusory;

A single thought arises, and a hazy connection is formed;

A single misstep can make reconciliation impossible.

After Linglong finished speaking, to Lin Anlan's astonishment, Linglong's figure gradually blurred, turning into a thick fog that drifted into the Lost Ring on Su Yang's left hand. With a "crack," a crack appeared in the Lost Ring, and then the ring turned into a wisp of mist and disappeared from Su Yang's finger.

"Sigh," Butterfly sighed inwardly upon seeing this, "Why are you doing this to yourself... You finally found a master you like and who is a good match for you, is your obsession really that deep? Are you determined not to give up until this wish is fulfilled...?"

This scene revealed another secret of Su Yang to Lin Anlan: the Linglong girl didn't seem to be a real human, but rather a being similar to a spirit, not belonging to any of the seven elements, an element unknown to the world. Lin Anlan was filled with mixed feelings. She knew far too little about Su Yang and was now at a loss, only able to look at Su Yang expectantly, waiting for him to speak.

Little Orange appeared out of nowhere and sat quietly on the ground without making a sound. Su Yang, Lin Anlan, and Die'er sat in chairs and remained silent.

The rain was still falling outside, and the sky seemed to have been torn open, with no way to close it.

As it grew dark, Lin Anlan finally couldn't resist and walked over to Su Yang, asking softly, "Are you hungry? I'll cook for you."

Su Yang looked at Lin Anlan, forced a weak smile, and said, "I'll cook for you." He then got up to clean up the mess the soldiers had made on the first floor. First, he cleaned up the filth he had vomited all over the floor, then he found the tableware among the discarded items, lit the fire under the stove, and began to cook.

Lin Anlan watched Su Yang's retreating figure with trepidation, then glanced at Die'er to the side. She saw that Die'er had picked up Xiao Ju at some point and was playing with Xiao Ju as if nothing had happened, occasionally letting out a laugh. Lin Anlan thought to herself, "She can still play with the cat so carefree at a time like this."

She just didn't know that Xiao Ju, this ordinary cat, was Su Yang's contracted spirit beast, the Sky-Splitting Tiger. If she had known, she probably wouldn't have thought that way. Soon, Su Yang had prepared a few simple dishes. The three of them cleared the table and began to eat. The atmosphere at the meal was unusually somber. Die'er didn't touch her chopsticks, but just silently watched Xiao Ju. Su Yang buried his head in his food, seemingly channeling his grief and anger into his appetite. Lin Anlan ate half-heartedly. Everyone was silent. Only the sound of rain outside and the occasional thunder indicated that this was no ordinary night.

As they were eating, several bright lights outside, accompanied by a large number of figures, entered the farm, and several commands reached the ears of the three people inside:

"Search for me!"