Chapter 1

Long ago, the decaying space of the main deity disintegrated and collapsed, its remnants scattered across parallel universes, giving birth to new spaces... Countless 'plot worlds' also fell into the void, regained freedom, went out of control, and ascended to reality, becoming worlds.

At the same time, these worlds were also contaminated and eroded by the void, giving rise to greater fear and filth...

The new spaces fed on these worlds, competing with each other, extending their tentacles across dimensions, invading different timelines, searching for the main deity's former legacy, driving apostles as their pawns, greedily tearing, fighting, swallowing, and reclaiming one world after another, to restore their own greatness.

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Struggling free from the drowning-like pain, Bai Lang opened his mouth and greedily breathed in the air. However, the suffocating sensation from the lack of oxygen in his brain continued to surge like a tide, numbing his thoughts, darkening his vision, and plunging him into a dizziness where he could not think.

He tried to open his eyes, but the scene ahead was hazy, like flickering shadows that were unclear; his ears were filled with a noisy hum. His body, which had lost sensation, gradually regained warmth as the blood circulated.

In the next moment, he was pushed and knocked over by the bustling crowd, completely losing his balance and falling backward.

Bang!

The back of his head hit the floor with a heavy impact, causing a violent jolt, and he was thrown up and down again.

The intense pain, like a switch being flipped, restored his clarity.

Opening his eyes, the distant world was suddenly brought close, and the noise became clearly audible. His head throbbed, but his mind was more focused than ever. Lying on the cold, hard ground, he stared blankly at the blinding white light shining down, his eyes burning with pain, and he involuntarily turned his head to avoid it.

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What had happened before? He couldn't remember anything.

At that moment, on either side of him, passersby continued to flow, actively bypassing him. Some people, with their eyes fixed straight ahead, hurried along with their work bags; others looked curious, cold, or even gloating, staring at him as if he were a joke.

Bai Lang saw everything, his thoughts rapidly processing, and he could imagine his own wretched appearance. It was like a drunk who had blacked out, or a patient with a sudden illness, or a drug addict who had overdosed, and no one came to his aid.

Shaking his head to dispel the dizziness, he struggled to stand up and looked around the space he was in.

It was enclosed, narrow, and oppressive, with stale, murky air, like an old underground passage or a subway station. However, it was surprisingly clean and tidy.

Shaking his body, he found a row of public seats and sank down, finally catching his breath.

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The passersby who had been there before were replaced by new ones, and no one paid attention to him anymore. The passage returned to order, and the crowd continued to flow.

He felt like an outsider, leaning against the seat, lost in thought, coldly observing, and feeling out of place in this world.

Doubt quickly rose in his heart. The unfamiliar space, the strange atmosphere, the peculiar writing, the bizarre costumes... and the absolutely non-human beings that should not exist!

As his consciousness cleared, his heart suddenly tightened.

Watching a cat-eared girl with a single-shoulder bag pass by, her tail wagging happily, Bai Lang felt a sense of absurdity. The glossy, fine fur, the way it moved, made him want to touch it... No, no, no, this was not a cosplay! It was a real tail!

And those trembling ears? What a nightmare! Are there cat people on Earth?

Looking up, in the underground space, familiar light boxes, GG signs, and displays... strange square characters, bizarre content, and familiar language?

The rapid changes left him unprepared, and his brain froze, as if he were in a movie.

'Is this not Earth?'

Just as this thought arose, a tall, green-scaled 'lizard head' man, wearing loose sportswear and a large headphone, kicked his foot out of the way, glared at him with a displeased look, and walked away.

Bai Lang awkwardly smiled, frozen in his seat, his mind filled with countless thoughts. This bizarre world made him feel uneasy. He consoled himself, 'Maybe it's just a prank reality show?'

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He quickly felt in his pocket, pulled out his phone, and turned it on, but the signal bars showed '×', and emergency calls couldn't be made. Moreover, in this clearly advanced underground space, there was no network signal at all, which made him suspect that the phone was fake!

Putting away his phone, he looked around and found an abandoned magazine in the trash can beside him. It wasn't thick and was related to fashion.

Reading it carefully, there were fashionable human women, beautiful cat-eared girls, and women with snake-like lower bodies... The text was like traditional characters, familiar yet strange. Not only in the magazine, but also throughout the space, including on the screens, it was the same kind of text.

Everything was incredibly real and didn't seem like props for a show. Reading through it, he could understand about 1/3 of the content, guessing and piecing together. The text was similar to Earth's.

This familiar yet strange feeling, as if the evolution of the writing had taken a different turn at some point in history, but still shared the same roots as the Heavenly Empire. The language spoken by the passersby had some dialect accents, but he could understand it.

Bizarre, absurd, strange, and incomprehensible... Various emotions overwhelmed him, making his brain short-circuit, and he was at a loss.

"What the hell is this place?"

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After ten minutes, Bai Lang finally calmed down, understanding the situation around him, but still feeling bewildered.

He resigned himself to the fact that this was not a dream, but an unfamiliar country, an unknown city.

As for whether it was a parallel Earth? It was still uncertain. Why the language was so similar? He had no idea.

In the loving gaze of the convenience store clerk, he sheepishly put away several 'soft girl bills,' confirming that they were worthless; without network support, 'mobile payments' were even less valuable than a few pieces of paper.

Penniless, he struggled, feeling isolated and helpless, like a defeated dog under the spotlight, dragging his dejected body in the darkness, unable to return to the public seat to continue his daze.

His mood was wrapped in frustration, anxiety, curiosity, and irritability, his mind empty, not knowing what to do next. He only remembered standing on the platform at his hometown, when someone pushed him from behind, and then he was in a daze.

When he regained consciousness, it was like being pulled out of the water, appearing in this unfamiliar place, and being knocked over by passersby.

"What happened to me?" Bai Lang rubbed his head, his mind a mess, looking very haggard.

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"Young man, you look terrible. Do you need help?"

A gentle voice beside him woke him from his daze.

At some point, a middle-aged man with a neatly trimmed beard, wearing a well-fitted suit and a small vest, had appeared beside him. He stood straight, holding a cane in front of his chest, with a mature and kind face, exuding warmth.

Seeing his pale and changing expression, the middle-aged man, out of kindness, struck up a conversation, showing his warm-hearted nature.

"I..."

Bai Lang opened his mouth, but was at a loss, not knowing how to explain.

The events that had happened to him were too absurd and strange, even he couldn't accept them, let alone explain them to others. So he sighed, his face serious, and asked, "If I say I'm not from this world and don't know what to do, can you help me?"

More than seeking help, it was a way to vent his frustration, talking to himself to adjust his mood.

However, the middle-aged man clearly took it seriously, his expression changing, and he burst into laughter, drawing the attention of passersby.

"Ha ha ha... Ah ha ha! That's really funny."

Bai Lang was confused by the laughter. What did it mean? Was it mocking? He had never been good at telling jokes, and the man's unusual reaction was either due to a low sense of humor or mockery.

"This isn't a joke." Bai Lang's face was grim, but he still explained.

The middle-aged man nodded, opened his palm, pressed it to his chest, and forced himself to take deep breaths to stop laughing. After several attempts, he finally calmed down, but still couldn't control his expression: "I understand, but with your serious look, it really made me want to laugh. It was like you were deliberately telling a bad joke."

"You're happy, that's fine."

Bai Lang instantly lost interest in the conversation, closed his mouth, and continued to daze, ignoring the strange man, too lazy to respond.

However, the middle-aged man persisted, his expression becoming more serious: "Alright, I apologize for my behavior. Now, tell me what difficulties you're facing? I hope I can help you, otherwise, I'll feel guilty."

The middle-aged man's sincere attitude, not joking, somewhat moved Bai Lang. His previous worries had been shattered by the man's laughter, and after a moment of hesitation, he thought carefully and said:

"My wallet was stolen by a thief. If you can, can you lend me some money for the bus fare?"

Bai Lang, now penniless and in a foreign place, realized that everything was difficult. He couldn't even buy a bottle of water earlier and was looked down upon by the store clerk, a feeling of isolation and helplessness that was hard to shake. So he decided to get some initial funds.

"Just that? You look really bad, you should see a doctor." The middle-aged man looked at him with concern, didn't ask more, and took out a wallet from his pocket. Under Bai Lang's calm gaze, he pulled out two blue bills.

Blue bills? He had never seen them before!

"Take them, I hope they help you, and it's also my way of apologizing."

The middle-aged man stood up, patted his shoulder, and encouraged him: "Young man, don't be so down, smile more like me! Your life is long, and you have a lot of good years ahead. There's no need to hang yourself on one tree."

"(O_o)???" Bai Lang's face was full of question marks, not understanding what the man was saying.

"Can't you see? It's just that your girlfriend put a hat on you, what's the big deal? Betrayal is mutual. Broaden your horizons, give up one blade of grass, and you'll gain a green meadow! Oh, and you really look bad, remember to take care of yourself."

With that, he gave Bai Lang a 'thumbs up + bright smile', then confidently walked away, waving his hand, and said, "Being young is great!"

Leaving Bai Lang holding the two blue bills, lost in thought.

"I... am I green now?"

Bai Lang scratched his head, feeling a mix of emotions. He never thought that he, a high-quality single dog, would be misunderstood.

Looking at the unknown currency in his hand, his empty heart gradually filled with new vitality. This cold and indifferent world wasn't as cruel as his hometown, at least the bills in his hand could bring him some warmth.

"Maybe there are good people in this world."

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Sitting in the same spot, Bai Lang, who had been in this suspected alternate world for less than an hour, still felt lost about his future, but with money in his hand, he was no longer panicked.

Amidst his melancholy and frustration, his eyes were gradually drawn to the energetic cat-eared girls and beautiful rabbit-eared women passing by, his gaze wandering. By shifting his focus, his mood improved, and he no longer felt depressed.

The passing women helped him calm down and relieve his stress, finally allowing him to gather his thoughts and cool down.

Although he still didn't understand what had happened to him, he stood up, determined to familiarize himself with the environment and survive!

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Wandering aimlessly in the underground space, Bai Lang learned that this was a subway entrance, the station called 'Muhe,' close to the central area. Judging by the construction style, it was at least ten years old, with a sense of history, having undergone multiple renovations and upgrades, with technology levels not inferior to Earth's, and a novel and unique cultural style, rich in Eastern charm. The writing and language were very similar to his hometown.

After a moment of hesitation, he decided not to take the subway but to go to the surface to see.

At the same time, a sense of urgency arose in his heart, as if urging him to leave quickly. Without hesitation, he got up and headed for the exit.

The Muhe underground station was large, and many passersby walked toward him, with a few 'non-humans' mixed in, but everyone seemed to take it for granted. Only a few particularly beautiful or ugly 'aliens' could attract attention.

Additionally, there were a few black and white people among the ordinary people, indicating that this was a 'metropolis.'

Suddenly, as he walked through about two-thirds of the passage, a sharp pain shot through his left hand, followed by a burning sensation, as if he had been branded with a hot iron.

Looking down, a blood-red 'sharp tooth' pattern appeared on his hand, like a tattoo. The sense of unease grew stronger, and he quickened his pace, pushing through the crowd, and ran toward the exit.

The sound of 'click, click...' came from ahead, and the crowd automatically parted, making way.

The sound of sharp high heels rhythmically tapping the ground, a woman in a black dress with silver-gray wavy hair, half her face hidden by strands of hair, walked toward him.

Just one glance, their eyes met, and the woman's red lips curled slightly, making Bai Lang feel dry-mouthed and tongue-tied. For the first time in his life, he realized that there were indeed such women, whose beauty could make one's soul tremble and leave one breathless.

Was this the feeling of falling in love? Absolutely not, this was the feeling of heartache.

At that moment, the pain in his hand continued, the burning sensation spreading up his arm; Bai Lang's face turned red, his blood seemed to stagnate, unable to flow, and his heart was gripped by an invisible force, truly making him unable to breathe, his heart nearly stopping.

His body was frozen in place, unable to move, and he could only stare at her. This beautiful woman... was a devil!

"Hmm, finally found you!"

The pleasant voice reached his ears, but the passersby on both sides of the road had blank expressions, moving around them, leaving a large open space.

Bai Lang was powerless to resist, only able to endure the continuous pain, which made his scalp tingle.

But his intuition told him that this woman was closely related to his 'transfer'!