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Su Ming shook his head:

"Not exactly. Miss Hermione Granger is holding a shopping festival in Diagon Alley. It just so happens that I have an invitation here. Want to come along?"

No way!

Wait a minute!

What do you mean Hermione Granger is holding a shopping festival? What do you mean you have an invitation?

You're crossing worldviews, dear!

Are the wizards of that world really that ridiculous?

But that's not right!

If wizards were really that ridiculous, how could this so-called Voldemort spend his whole life causing trouble only to end up killing a mere few hundred people?

Hexi, the entire Angel, was stunned, including her true self far away in Melo Heavenly City!

This also included the other Angels who were gradually becoming dumbfounded while browsing through information from novels, movies, and games.

As well as Queen Kaisha, who was rubbing her temples with an expression like the 'Subway Old Man Phone' meme.

Everyone's train of thought was disrupted by this sudden turn of events.

Seeing the expected scene play out as planned.

Su Ming cackled with glee.

Without waiting for Hexi to respond.

He remotely controlled the star fate pendant, forcing the clone to shut down.

He grabbed the clone, stuffed it into his backpack, gave the group of Angel sisters a wicked smile, and in the next instant, Su Ming teleported away.

After a moment of silence.

With veins bulging on her forehead, Sister Yan angrily slammed her fist onto the armrest of her seat.

"I think he's asking for a beating! No, we need to educate him—we must give this brat a stern lesson!"

Are you even human!

It was one thing to deliberately drop a piece of information comparable to a Supernova explosion, shattering the worldviews of all the sisters, including the Queen.

But...

Turning around and running away without a proper explanation was just too much!

Even Zhixin couldn't help but nod slightly:

"I... I'll have Master give him a good scolding."

Ah, this...

You...

Never mind...

Moyi sighed helplessly; that was just Zhixin... you get used to it.

"Do you think... could it be that traveling between worlds isn't that rare in the Myriad Realms?"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Sister Yan refused to believe such a hypothesis; it was too nonsensical.

The Known Universe has developed for 13.7 billion years, and Su Ming is the only transmigrator we've ever encountered!

As for Hermione?

Hah!—

I'd sooner believe I'm Queen Kaisha than believe she can freely travel through the heavens!

Zhixin, however, didn't think so.

"What if? I mean, what if that girl named Hermione is the same kind of person as Su Ming?"

Oh no!

Sister Yan's heart skipped a beat.

She felt like she had forgotten something.

Zhixin continued to twist the knife:

"Sister Yan, Moyi, you know that the mechanism of Su Ming's world-traveling has too many obvious signs of being artificially designed... Remember the web novels from Earth Star?"

"I have reason to suspect that it's not that Su Ming possesses the ability to travel through the myriad worlds..."

"But rather, he joined a platform that spans across the heavens?"

A spark of realization hit Moyi:

"God's Dimension?"

Gah!—

Her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally died...

Sister Yan's face was filled with utter despair...

Chapter 165: The Death God's Missing Tracks! A Mysterious Organization

At the same time, the Meikong World Agency.

Alessa hung up the phone expressionlessly, showing no interest in Donald's incessant gratitude.

She was just a receptionist.

Ensuring the full commission was received was enough for her.

Just then.

Another call came in.

As soon as the call was picked up, an anxious request from a male voice going through puberty came from the other side:

"Excuse me, is this the DelMayCry Agency?"

"Yes. The boss is resting. If you have a commission to complete, sir, I can pass on the message."

"Damn!" the person on the other side swore.

A moment later, he asked urgently:

"Is tomorrow okay? By the way, I'm Alex from Mt. Abraham, New York!"

"Mt. Abraham?" Alessa suddenly remembered something and asked curiously:

"Are you the student from Mt. Abraham High School who survived the Flight 180 crash?"

"Yes, yes, yes! That's me. Listen! We're in great danger. Death is hunting us survivors! Todd was the first; he died... very unnaturally! Please, help us!"

Listening to the tearful cries on the phone, Alessa remained unmoved.

Whether to save them or not was up to her master.

However...

"Answer one question first. How did you find out about the agency and the boss?"

"Uh... an agent from the FBI's 893rd branch told me. He has an old classmate who's a sheriff on Elm Street. I heard your agency just successfully resolved the dream murders on Elm Street! Please, that's all I know."

I see.

The corners of Alessa's lips curled up; she was clearly in a good mood.

She glanced at the desk, where Perona was miserably trying to gather Dream Banshees in the Pseudo-Current...

Alessa smiled even wider, so much so that her tone was quite cheerful when she replied to Alex:

"Alright, I've noted down your commission. So, how much are you planning to pay for the fee?"

Alex's expression froze. How much money could he possibly have?

Finally, Alex gritted his teeth and promised:

"Money is no object. As long as you can help us escape the danger and return to a normal life, I'll pay whatever you ask!"

...

Almost at the same time, in a remote mountain in Virginia.

A seemingly ordinary log cabin loomed in the morning mist.

What no one knew was that hundreds of meters beneath the cabin, a massive underground base had been secretly excavated!

Researchers in white coats bustled about; some focused on data on screens, while others spoke in low voices.

Suddenly.

A piercing alarm blared.

On the monitoring wall, a real-time surveillance screen suddenly flashed red.

A supervisor's expression changed drastically as he pulled the microphone over and shouted:

"Technicians? Something is wrong with #718 (Nightmare)! Quick! Check the past data and prioritize determining the project's current status!"

The technician wearing a headset immediately got to work.

Before long.

A technician raised his hand to report:

"Found it! Yesterday around one in the afternoon, these two appeared in front of Springwood High School on Elm Street without any warning!"

Another technician also stated:

"At 8:30 last night, Deputy Sheriff Donald of Elm Street brought three officers for an irregular deployment! Police station surveillance shows they only just returned to the station a short while ago! Additionally, there are traces of tampering with the local station's ammunition count!"

The supervisor was about to ask a question but was pushed aside by the even more irritable project leader:

"Damn it, tell me the status of Project Nightmare. I want to know if he has been neutralized!"

A technician shrugged helplessly:

"I'm afraid so, Doctor. No abnormal dream fluctuations can be detected on Elm Street anymore."

"Damn it!"

He slammed his fist onto the table.

The project leader, with bloodshot eyes, ordered:

"Bring up the surveillance footage of those two strangers!"

In just a few breaths, the central screen flickered, and the footage began to play.

An ordinary high school campus, ordinary high school students.

Everything was as normal as any other campus seen in the past.

Until...

A man and a woman appeared one after the other!

There was no transition, even when slowed down thirty-two times!

: "Holy crap! Teleportation?"

: "Wait, that Asian man looks familiar!"

: "Quick, quick, quick! Log into the server and pull up the files on individuals related to the Inner World! Hurry!"

: "Found him! He's Omar Su, an Asian man who opened an exorcism agency in Los Santos!"

: "F*ck! I just found out—this same Omar Su took on a mission to investigate Silent Hill two days ago!"

: "Hell! You mean he actually managed to return safely from a hellhole like Silent Hill?"

: "It's been confirmed. The Elm Street incident was commissioned to this Asian man by Deputy Sheriff Donald, the father of the person involved, Nancy!"

The staff's conversations rose and fell in quick succession.

The supervisor walked up to the project leader: