How did you bunch of silly group members also time travel?

It seems they are preparing to unleash a powerful magical attack.

But at this moment,

Suddenly, a thunderclap boomed in the sky, and the earth trembled. Miss Fox barely managed to stay on her feet and maintain her balance, too afraid to move.

She could only watch helplessly as the magic and projectiles bombarded her area, clearing away the mud and debris blasted up by the explosions, but not a single one could hit her! They couldn't even hit a stationary target!

Heaven knows why a team that looks like a super elite force would use ranged attacks so appropriately; they're just getting old.

Although I don't know why these elite team members were so embarrassing, the pit that was expected to be filled with traps did not appear.

There were no traps set outside or inside, so it suddenly seemed perfectly normal for this group to embarrass themselves.

then,

"Hey, is that all?" He dusted himself off and started mocking.

How arrogant! This golden retriever is so arrogant!

Because this bloated golden elf, apart from being covered in dust, didn't even have a scratch.

He looks disheveled and like a simpleton, but his record is a dismal 8-0. He could even make a velvet ball cry with a single slap.

"Wow? The stuff you're throwing is so advanced! It's even more advanced than the best weapons you can buy on the market..."

Meanwhile, the bloated sprite also noticed that the throwing spear stuck upside down near it was made of high-quality materials and didn't look cheap.

It feels solid and is quite heavy; the spearhead is so sharp it can easily pierce rocks.

"Custom-made high-end goods?"

Hey~

The ball sprite gathered all the spears together and pulled with all its might, but it used too much force and missed its footing.

She managed to grab someone, but that person lost their balance and was pulled down by her. After a strange shift in position, they finally fell on their bottom.

"Ah, my... Huh? Doesn't it hurt?" I still feel something soft under my butt.

Looking down, she saw a little girl with a big bump on her head sitting on her bottom. That's why it felt soft.

emmmmm...

"This cushion is actually quite comfortable... Wow!?"

Suddenly, the little girl beneath her moved, and the area of ​​contact between the little girl lying on the slope and the ground seemed to have no obstruction, carrying Miss Fox down the slope like surfing.

Along with the soldiers who had just climbed out of the small crystals and who had been tripped by her during the initial charge, they all rushed back into the pile of small crystals.

That cool, refreshing touch, that soft, bouncy texture...

Overwhelmed by tiny crystals, I was at a loss.

"I just realized that these little crystals seem quite suitable as a mattress in the middle of summer..." This was Miss Fox's thought.

"Got you!" Just then, Miss Fox felt a large hand grab her calf.

"Stealing a beauty that could topple kingdoms... Ah!?"

With an instinctive kick, as if his high heel had struck something strange, the soldier let out a bizarre scream and lost consciousness.

Those rolled-back eyes, that gaping mouth with its tongue sticking out—it's like a superhuman surge of energy if you were a different gender.

"Hmm, this face seems like it would look great in women's clothing..." While sliding through the small crystals and making her assessment, Miss Fox realized she had reached the bottom and could now stand on solid ground.

What does this mean?

This means that the shameful golden retriever can now dig a hole and escape from prison!

"Sigh, just thinking about it makes me feel incredibly tired..." Looking up, all I saw was a dark mass of small crystals.

After all, these small crystals were obtained by disassembling Shalltear's weapons, and most of them were black.

It makes perfect sense to have a thick layer on top... it also helps to conceal her whereabouts!

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Chapter 139 Foolish Dream

"here it is?"

In a pure white room, Huanmeng, sitting on a chair, opened her eyes.

In the room, there was a small desk and chair opposite him, and nothing else. There wasn't even a door or a window to let in light and ventilation.

If it weren't for the room's pure white brightness and the absence of anyone immersed in the strange liquid, Huanmeng would have doubted whether she had traveled through time.

But whose prank is this now?

Huanmeng frowned in thought.

He was wearing very ordinary clothes; they hadn't been replaced with any strange attire.

His family wasn't particularly wealthy, and he was just a naive young man fresh out of school; he couldn't possibly have any value that would make him a target for kidnapping or abduction.

So, "What kind of variety show is this, messing with random people? Shouldn't they have notified me first...?"

"No, no, no, this isn't a variety show set, Mr. Dream!"

Just as Huanmeng was about to get up, a voice suddenly came from behind her.

Click. Turning around, Huanmeng saw a door appear out of thin air in the pure white room, and the girl who had been talking to her suddenly stepped out from behind it.

The girl swayed with each step, the semi-transparent cloth strips wrapped around her hands and tucked under her armpits resembling those of a fairy from mythology. Part of the strips floated in mid-air behind her, bobbing up and down with her movements, firmly attracting Huanmeng's gaze.

They were trying to find the steel wire that could support the fabric strip, or rather, the thread that could be pulled up.

Unfortunately, none of these are available.

"Is Mr. Huanmeng very interested in this?" the girl asked, sitting down in the chair opposite Huanmeng and pulling on the cloth strap.

"Do not..."

"This is a pibo, which originated from the attire of your Tang Dynasty in China. In your mythology, fairies are often depicted wearing this, aren't they?" the girl said earnestly.

"..." Huanmeng nodded, adding another strange piece of trivia to her knowledge.

"So, putting aside the cloak for now, who are you? And why am I here?"

"Hmm!" The girl's expression immediately changed. She abandoned her slightly lazy demeanor and adopted a businesslike attitude, explaining to Huanmeng very seriously:

"Mr. Dream, before answering your question, please allow me to say: Welcome to the afterlife. Not long ago, you unfortunately passed away. Although it was a short time, your life has come to an end."

He spoke in a nonchalant tone, yet uttered incredibly terrifying words.

"...Me? My life is over?" Huanmeng was shocked. Her hands, which had been resting comfortably on her lap, suddenly felt awkward. She asked incredulously, "Um, Miss, we don't think we've misunderstood, do we?"

Huanmeng pinched her leg, and the burning pain unsurprisingly stimulated her brain: "See, I can still feel pain, can't I?"

"The fact that ghosts don't feel pain is just a human construct. Please don't apply it to reality, Mr. Dream."

Indeed, demons and monsters are all figments of human imagination. Whether they actually exist or not, or whether they are the same as people's imaginations, is still up for debate.

But Huanmeng still refused to believe that he was dead.

"I have no memory of being dead." One moment he was sleeping on a long-distance bus, the next he woke up to find himself suspected of being kidnapped, and someone came to tell him he was dead. Who could stand that?

Even if the blue-haired cosplayer on the other side is very cute, it won't work.

"The memories of death are too heavy, it's normal not to remember them when you first wake up!" The girl didn't seem to care at all, instead explaining in a casual tone:

"You were taking a bus to meet the author of your favorite book, but you kept postponing it and missed two days. When you finally got there today, you were killed by someone using a black man's cosplay prop dagger."

"Hey, hey, hey, this is impossible!" Huanmeng was now convinced this person was just playing him. In the vast land of China, to commit such a heinous act in broad daylight—is there no law against it?

"It's true. That author said 'I'm going to kill you' while simultaneously killing you." The girl pulled out a photo that looked incredibly realistic.

"...Let's not even mention that I had something to do and I explained it in the group chat beforehand." Huanmeng was already getting impatient. "If you don't let me out of here soon, I'm really going to stand them up, okay? Besides, whether you're playing pranks or recording a show, this level of behavior already constitutes a crime!"

"Then, Mr. Dream, would you like to take a look at this?" The girl snapped her fingers, making the pure white room even brighter.

Beside the girl, a magic door effect suddenly appeared on the pure white wall, and a blonde girl with wings and a halo, perfectly matching the world's most basic impression of an angel, walked out from it.

Huanmeng was dumbfounded.

The blonde girl glanced at Huanmeng first, then bowed to the girl and said, "May I ask what brings you here, Goddess?"

"It's nothing, it's just that the new dead man doesn't want to believe he's dead!"

"Goddess, this is really bothering me. In the future, please use your divine power to convince the dead!"

"Hahaha...please don't mind these details!" The girl suddenly clapped her hands awkwardly, and the angelic girl, who had maintained a cold expression throughout, simply walked through the wall and left.

That angel must have had a very hard time.

For no apparent reason, this thought arose in Huanmeng's mind.

"Alright, alright, let's leave the confirmation of the death at that for now. Nice to meet you, Mr. Huanmeng. I am the goddess who guides the young dead in Japan..."

"Stop!" Huanmeng interrupted the girl's speech with her arms crossed, having discovered the key point!

"I'm a citizen of the Celestial Empire, and I've never left the country! It's very strange that a goddess who governs Japan is guiding me, okay? Shouldn't the Celestial Empire be governed by the Ten Kings of Hell?!"

"Huh!?" The girl was unexpectedly flustered.

He frantically flipped through the documents on his desk, his careless manner making him seem unreliable.

"...I mean, could it be that my death was also accidentally attributed to someone with the same name?" Huanmeng complained, as such examples are common in various novels and anime.

They'll use the excuse that the body is already in the incinerator to refuse to revive him directly.

This tactic is all too familiar.

"Let's get straight to the point, Mr. Dream." Unexpectedly, the girl quickly regained her composure and became businesslike and efficient.

"First of all, it can be confirmed that you are indeed dead, Mr. Huanmeng. There is no one in the world with the same name as you."

"So, Mr. Dream, you have two choices now."

"One option is to be reborn as a human. Of course, this will erase all of your memories, Mr. Huanmeng. Except for the same soul, you will disappear forever."

"Then I'll choose one," Huanmeng answered quickly.

"Another option is to travel to another world... Huh!???"

The girl was shocked!

She leaped onto Huanmeng, grabbed her collar and shook her violently, wailing and crying, "I've never heard of this! Why! Why! Why?!"

"Is that so strange?" Huanmeng grabbed the girl to stop her from shaking her and said with a disdainful look, "I'm just an ordinary person. Do you think I would believe that transmigrating can defy fate? Besides, what's wrong with reincarnation? It eliminates the need to think, isn't it easier? Don't look down on reincarnation, you bastard!"

"But this is strange, okay! You're not some normal dead person, you're a transmigrator we bought from that shady little planet's merchant at a high price to save the world... Ah!"

"...What did you just say?"

"No, I didn't say anything~ I didn't say anything~" The girl covered her mouth and backed away.

Chapter 140 Foolish Newcomer

"You just... mentioned 'Little Broken Ball,' right?"

Huanmeng stood up with a dark expression and slowly approached the blue-haired girl who was already pressed against the wall. "You just said that I'm a transmigrator I bought from a shady merchant in this broken world, right!"

"No, no, no, you must have misheard! Mr. Dream! You must have misheard!" The blue-haired girl shook her head frantically.

"I am the goddess who guides the dead. Our divine realm is just and upright, and we would never engage in any strange dealings. You must have misheard me!"

"You rascal!?" Huanmeng pinched the blue-haired girl's cheek hard and whispered in her ear, "I heard you clearly. Your excuses are just a blatant attempt to cover up your ignorance!"

"I'm a goddess, I'm a goddess! You can't treat me like this!" The blue-haired girl grabbed Huanmeng's hand with tears in her eyes, but she couldn't even budge Huanmeng an inch.

This really made Huanmeng doubt whether this guy was really a goddess: "Are all goddesses this weak?"

"Waaaaah, waaaaah, you're bullying me! Waaaaah—!!" The blue-haired girl stopped struggling and burst into tears.

The sight of her wailing and crying, her face streaked with tears, made even Huanmeng, who was on the side of justice, feel as if she were in the wrong, and she immediately cowered and let go of the blue-haired girl's cheek.

She hurriedly comforted him, saying, "Don't cry, I didn't mean to. It's because you lied to me that I'm like this!"

"Waaaaah, Mingming, waaaaah! You're the transmigrator our divine realm paid a fortune to legally register with that shady little idiot, the one we bought to save the world! Why are you yelling at me like that?!" The blue-haired girl puffed out her cheeks and roared at Huanmeng.

"You have to volunteer, but you can't force me. And that cheat code was made by that shady businessman from that broken planet, who won't let us interfere! If the divine realm didn't forbid gods from directly interfering in the world, with so many usage requirements, I, a top-tier business expert among goddesses, wouldn't have been reduced to dealing with a bastard like you!!"

"So many problems, and you even pinched my face roughly. You've already been sold off, but you still won't work properly. How can someone like you be a savior?!"

"He's just a stupid idiot who got killed by someone using cosplay props!!"

"I was always persecuted in the original world. I was looked down upon when playing games. Even the group leader said he couldn't carry me. I was terrible at cards and was a Red Fusion or Hyper Fusion player. When playing Cyber ​​Dragon, I couldn't play Chimera and couldn't break through one of the opponent's bayonets no matter what I did. I led my teammates to a complete wipe!!"