What do you mean you also want to return to the world?

Upon hearing the words "guess," Tang Shi's initially skeptical gaze immediately turned dangerous. She never tolerated Qi Fei's behavior and immediately slapped the black box beside her. Then, with a "snap," the ancient sword, which had endured the passage of time but remained sharp, sprang out from the side.

In an instant, the temperature inside the room dropped considerably.

Qi Fei's sly smile vanished instantly, and he said sheepishly, "Just kidding, don't take it so seriously. Haven't you heard the stories of the battles between Americans and Native Americans hundreds of years ago?"

"explain."

"Americans had guns and cannons, but the Native Americans had nothing. All they had was a bottle of talismanic water. They believed that by drinking it before battle, they would be protected by the Mother Goddess and thus become invulnerable to weapons and invincible."

"Will this work?"

"Of course, they were originally going to fall with one shot, but with their renewed will, they could take another," Qi Fei said. "Making the Americans waste an extra bullet, you tell me if that's useful or not."

Tang Shi remained expressionless, simply placing his hand on the hilt of his sword.

"Alright, alright, I'm truly impressed." Qi Fei raised his hands. "An extra bullet makes all the difference. Back then, quite a few Americans were killed because they didn't get a kill with one shot. That moment of courage and perseverance truly made the impossible possible—using a spear to defeat guns and cannons."

"But the Native Americans still lost," Tang Shi said. "They lost so much that they had nowhere to live."

"Yes, because in the end, the Native Americans are just risking their lives for bullets," Qi Fei said with a smile. "Don't you think that's similar to us? We call ourselves demon hunters, but in reality, we're just Native Americans risking our lives to prevent demons from returning to reality."

Hearing Qi Fei say this, Tang Shi remained silent for a long time, then shoved the sword box back with a "smack".

Qi Fei immediately breathed a sigh of relief, then complained, "Can't you learn to communicate properly? You always have to resort to violence."

"I'm afraid you won't understand if we try to communicate properly." Tang Shi turned her head and looked at Shi Yan, who was already unconscious. "So why didn't you send him to the Zhaiting Dormitory? That would have been better for him."

"Didn't he want to stay? Then I'll grant his wish."

"Oh."

Tang Shi sneered, put on an expression that said, "See? I knew I couldn't communicate with you properly," and then turned to leave.

Helpless, Qi Fei had no choice but to call out to her, "It's his uncle."

Tang Shi stopped in his tracks.

"We commissioned Ouroboros to raid his uncle's residence overseas," Qi Fei said. "But it failed. One Ouroboros member was killed and another wounded. The news came this morning; you can take a look."

Tang Shi turned around, her expression unusually serious: "Where's the strength?"

"Based on our assessment, it's no lower than the Meltdown level," Qi Fei replied, "because the battle ended in an instant."

"A Meltdown-class destroyer." Tang Shi's expression was grim. "Are there still Meltdown-class destroyers alive in this world?"

"Yes, it's not only alive, but it's also clearly plotting something." Qi Fei glanced at Shi Yan. "Think about it, this guy has been raised by it for over ten years. And we didn't notice a thing. If it hadn't happened to stumble upon another demon incident, we still wouldn't know there was a living, Molten-level demon out there."

Tang Shi understood something: "So that's why you don't want him to go to the Zhaitingliao?"

"Yeah, it's too dangerous to go abroad now," Qi Fei said. "No matter what, the Sword Bureau's territory is the safest, since we have the most 'Fate Masters'."

Tang Shi nodded slightly, indicating that he agreed with Qi Fei's statement.

Upon learning this information, Tang Shi's gaze towards Shi Yan became complicated: "This guy has actually been targeted by a Meltdown-level monster for so many years? Then his parents...?"

"That's definitely why he died. This guy was a sheep kept in a pen by wolves from the very beginning," Qi Fei said. "But aren't you curious? Why would a Molten Core level demon target him? And why would it take such a huge risk to keep him in our Sword-Holding Bureau's territory for so many years?"

What do you think?

"I have a guess, but it needs to be verified."

"How do I get certified?"

"It's already being verified."

Tang Shi was taken aback.

Qi Fei chuckled, "You don't actually think that everything I said to him before was just nonsense, do you? Do you know the youngest Siming in the Zhaitingliao? Back then, he didn't rely on any external force; he successfully extracted the power of the demon within him all by himself. You should know that the demon within him was also a Melting-level demon."

"Also a meltdown-class destroyer?" Tang Shi was shocked. "How did they manage that?"

"According to him, when he arrived at the depths of the consciousness space, it wasn't a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire, but a stream scattered with cherry blossoms," Qi Fei said. "And that molten-level monster was still an infant, babbling away."

Tang Shi imagined the scene; it was indeed very Japanese, but…

Why is this happening?

Tang Shi felt like a silly girl who only knew how to ask "why," but she had no choice but to keep asking. After all, she had always failed her theory classes.

"That diviner believed that the consciousness space is the embodiment of the spiritual clash between humans and demons. Demons can influence humans through their spirits, and humans can also influence demons through their spirits," Qi Fei said. "And since his spirit overwhelmed the demon, in the consciousness space, he transformed that molten-level demon into its most vulnerable, newly born state."

"Humans can influence demons in such a way," Tang Shi murmured. "It's unbelievable. No wonder she's the God of Fate."

"Yes, that's no ordinary priest. He's the most talented priest in the Zhaitingliao in a hundred years, a genius who can control a molten-level demon with a human body. After all, he's the only one who has been able to do that in all these years." Qi Fei changed the subject. "However, he believes that he hasn't reached his limit yet. He has an even crazier theory, so crazy that few people believe him to this day."

"What theory?"

Qi Fei turned his head and looked at Shi Yan, who was fast asleep, and said softly.

He reasoned, "Since demons can transform humans into demons through their demonic power, could humans also use some kind of power to transform demons into humans?"

Tang Shi's eyes widened.

……

What did you give me?

Shi Yan stood in that incredibly familiar apartment, rubbing his eyes vigorously.

The familiar sofa, the familiar floor, the familiar coffee table—everything was so familiar—this was his residence in his previous life.

What's going on? Did he travel back in time? Was everything before just a dream?

Shi Yan didn't understand.

Not to mention...

He looked at the red-haired girl who was fast asleep on the sofa.

And who are you?!