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The members of the Losers' Alliance, who had just won a battle by the river, walked home together, joyfully sharing their victory along the way.

"Those bastards like Bowers and Henry, next time I'll smash their heads with the biggest rock!" the chubby boy gestured, while his eyes secretly glanced at the only girl in the group.

She has beautiful long red hair, a bright and sunny smile, and seems unafraid of anything. Right now, she is chatting with the center of the team.

"Did you take a liking to the stone I threw away?"

"The one I threw was also very accurate, if it had hit."

"Hahaha! There are more of us!"

They engaged in a heated discussion, shaking off the dejection of being "losers," and each of them stood tall and proud.

But one child said, "We have to find a way to get rid of that thing; it keeps bothering us."

The group looked at each other in bewilderment. They were still just children, not ready to fight monsters. Moreover, before this victory, they were just a group of losers ostracized in their own small circles.

"Also, find my brother, and those missing children."

As everyone remained silent, the chubby boy spoke up: "I've investigated the files of Derry Town. Every 27 years, there's a large-scale disappearance case, always involving children, and each time it just ends up being unsolved..."

"Are you looking for an adult?"

"They can't see anything at all."

The smiles that had just appeared on their faces quickly turned into frowns again.

"What a cool sports car!" one of them remarked, pointing ahead.

Right next to the lawn in Delhi, a low-slung sports car with a futuristic design opened its scissor doors, boldly proclaiming its spirit.

"But it makes me feel a little uncomfortable."

"But it was a car that none of us had ever seen before."

Some people said they weren't used to it, but most were attracted by the cool design of the sports car, and in the end, the minority yielded to the majority.

They walked around the car, chattering amongst themselves.

"I bet he's from out of town."

"why?"

"I've never heard of anyone in Derry driving this kind of car."

"If there were such a thing, I would definitely have seen it."

At least the appearance of the car allowed them to temporarily escape their anxiety; after all, they were just a group of teenagers.

They came together for a special reason, but what really made them decide to join forces were those damned, terrifying hallucinations and the red balloons.

"It's a balloon!"

As if by telepathy, they all turned their heads to look at the lawn.

A red balloon suddenly appeared on the neatly trimmed green lawn, the string attached to it stretched taut.

In front of the balloons, there was a familiar figure: a circus clown.

Unlike their previous meetings, this time the Joker turned his back to them and chose to face the distance.

There's still one person there!

They then realized that the clown's target wasn't them, but rather the high school girl on the lawn who looked older than them.

As if drawn by some force, the other party tilted its head back and floated upwards unconsciously.

"Hey, let her go!"

We are not afraid of you!

"Throw stones at it!"

Despite the noisy atmosphere and the fear in their hearts, the group of people still managed to cooperate smoothly and strangely attract the clown's attention.

Then everyone worked together to grab the high school girl's legs and pull her down from mid-air.

"Oh!"

The red balloon burst, and the clown vanished without a trace.

Only its sound remained, echoing in the air.

That familiar phrase, "It's time to float."

The group helped the high school girl up.

"Are you OK?"

"Me? I'm fine." She shook her head, then her eyes lit up as she looked towards the back of the crowd. "Jay, how are things?"

When everyone turned around, they were startled, because a handsome boy who looked like a high school student had been quietly following them.

They were completely unaware of how the other appeared; they felt nothing at all until their eyes caught sight of the other.

Even the Joker's appearances are always accompanied by some kind of omen.

“I ran into a clown,” Tan Wenjie said, looking at the group of younger students.

This group of people gave him a different feeling; they were filled with the power of the world, and the beads on his wrist were the most sensitive to it.

In horror movies, the least valuable character is the protagonist. The villains can live forever, but the protagonist's mortality rate is as high as 99%, and only a very small number of protagonists can survive.

In this scenario, a group of teenagers possessing immense world power means they will ultimately be able to defeat the villains and survive.

They were the ones who truly defeated Pennywise the Clown and ended the shadow of death over Derry.

Because the Joker has no concept of time, he can appear in any 27-year period.

Just as Tan Wenjie knew that these children could eliminate the clown, the clown must have known this all along as well, which is why it travels through time endlessly, just to prevent itself from being eliminated by these children.

"The Joker?" *N
A collective gasp rippled through the crowd; clearly, two more people had joined their Losers' Alliance.

Having just tasted the power of unity to achieve victory, they are now eager for Tan Wenjie and Jiali to join them.

“However, it is not aggressive for the time being.” Tan Wenjie nodded.

"We also have a grudge against that guy, do you want to join us?"

"Yes, let's take down the Joker together!"

"We will win."

Tan Wenjie: "..."

The beginning was fine, but why does that last sentence sound like setting a flag?

The fact that one bait has suddenly become a group of baits is definitely a good thing for Tan Wenjie. He hopes to have a face-to-face confrontation with the clown, but the other party keeps avoiding him.

The larger the target, the greater the probability that the other party will show up.

“Jay?” Carrie looked at Tan Wenjie, her eyes questioning.

She wasn't sure whether she should agree to the offer from the group of boys who were a little younger than her, but there's always strength in numbers.

"To be honest, we're actually a bunch of losers, and we're all doing terribly in our own lives," the chubby guy said.

Just then, Tan Wenjie pressed the car key, the car door slowly closed, and the car lights flashed rapidly.

Everyone: "..."

This guy is clearly not suited to join the Losers' League. He's a total success, both in looks and money. Why would the Joker target him? What fears might he have? Is he afraid that no girl will want the love letters he sends out, or is he worried about not having enough pocket money?

Joker, don't you do asset verification?!
Tan Wenjie turned his head and asked in confusion, "What did you say?"

"..."*N
Carrie spoke first: "Jay, I think they're right. We might need to unite to deal with the Joker."

Of all those present, only Carrie felt no sense of urgency, because it was just a clown, and she was not afraid of clowns at all.

Tan Wenjie nodded, indicating that he had agreed to the collaboration.

"Phew!" For some reason, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed that once Tan Wenjie nodded in agreement, his life was now insured.

However, Tan Wenjie's next question was, "Is it convenient for you to take leave?"

"Are you asking for leave?"
Only Carrie seemed to realize something and said, "You wouldn't be planning to..."

Tan Wenjie nodded: "That's right, just as you think."

He picked up the phone, a small phone that no one had ever seen before.

“My esteemed VIP guest, I heard that you have donated a library, a football field, and… wait, to some greedy fellow. You don’t want to donate anything else now, do you? You can leave these tasks to me; I can save you a lot of money.”

The person on the other end of the phone was a lawyer who was handling Tan Wenjie's assets.

He didn't have time to deal with those troubles; he had more gold and silver than he could ever use, and he didn't even have the inclination to resort to tricks.

Gold would allow him to move freely.

Tan Wenjie said, "I plan to buy a school."

"Oh...wait, what?" The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly rose in volume. "There's another prison, Shawshank Prison, ever heard of it?"

"God, I admire your wild ideas."

Tan Wenjie: "There is no upper limit to funding."

The person on the other end of the phone immediately changed their tune: "You are my God!"

"ASAP."

Tan Wenjie hung up the phone and found that everyone was looking at him with surprise.

Little Fatty couldn't hold back any longer and cautiously asked, "Is there anything you're particularly afraid of?"

Tan Wenjie frowned, thought for a moment, and then shook his head: "No."

The things he fears have long existed as concepts, even surpassing fear itself, and are capable of destroying one or two planets at a time.

Everyone: "..."

For some reason, I had absolutely no desire to continue the conversation, and of course, I had no reason to be afraid.

Someone who doesn't want to go to school buys the school, and even a prison along the way. How could such a person be afraid? They should only bring terror to others.

However, one of the boys said, "We want to go home and sleep tonight."

“That’s right.” People nodded in agreement.

Even wealthy people can't convince their parents to let them spend the night away from home.

In fact, Tan Wenjie thought so too. If this group of people stayed together, the clown would be hesitant and timid. Only by separating them could the clown possibly make a move.

"There should be an event at school tomorrow," Tan Wenjie said. "Go home and tell your parents."

Everyone: "..."

So, is this person in front of me my new principal? He looks like just an ordinary high school student... well, not so ordinary.

After agreeing to act together the next day, the group dispersed. Tan Wenjie left a trace of his magic power for each person, so that he could detect any violent fluctuations in their mental state immediately.

Tan Wenjie got into the car, and Jiali followed suit and sat in the passenger seat.

She is still unaware of the danger of this mission, her mind still preoccupied with her school dance.

“Oh right, I have to go home early,” Carrie said. “Otherwise, my mother will go crazy. She’s a devout Christian and doesn’t allow me to have any contact with the opposite sex.”

"Really? Then she'll be happy to listen to me."

"You'd better not get out of the car, I'll handle it."

When Tan Wenjie drove Carrie back to Salem, her mother stood angrily at the door, especially when she saw Carrie getting out of the cool sports car, she was furious.

It seemed as if a mad lioness was hiding in her throat.

“Mom, I…” Carrie tried to explain.

Then I heard the sound of a car door opening from behind.

Carrie froze. If her mother were to see Tan Wenjie, the situation would only get worse.

When she turned around to look back, she saw that Tan Wenjie had somehow put on a priest's robe, and his whole body exuded a sense of piety and holiness.

"Who are you?" Carrie's mother's expression immediately changed.

She sensed divinity in Tan Wenjie.

Tan Wenjie didn't speak, but instead unfurled a pair of pure white wings behind him. Combined with his handsome appearance and the perfectly timed ray of light from the sky, he transformed into an angel.

For convenience, he can occasionally cosplay as an angel, though he might be more comfortable with a demon, since he has eight demons gathered around him.

Mrs. White knelt on the ground, unable to resist the urge to kiss Tan Wenjie's toes.

“It seems you already have the answer.” Tan Wenjie shrank back and said, “I need Carrie to help me complete my work on Earth.”

Even if he's kissed on the toes, he has appearance requirements; he'll refuse if the toes are ugly.

“Of course, Your Excellency!” Mrs. White nodded earnestly. “It is Carrie’s honor, and the honor of our whole family!”

The assessment is complete: this is a fanatic.

If he hadn't appeared, Carrie would most likely have been driven mad by her mother, which would have triggered the still relatively weak power within her, a power that Tan Wenjie didn't even consider a threat.

Tan Wenjie said, "She will go to heaven."

“Thank you!” Mrs. White asked obsequiously. “And what about me? Can I go to heaven too?”

“At present…” Tan Wenjie raised his right hand, gently pinched it with his index finger and thumb, and said, “It’s still a little short.”

"It seems my piety has brought me closer to heaven," Mrs. White said with a sigh of relief.

"No, take a closer look." Tan Wenjie bent down and held his hand out to the other person.

Mrs. White squinted at the distance between her fingers; in the fine gaps, there was a miniature universe within her fingertips.

"..." Mrs. White wanted to swear, but she forced herself to swallow it and held back.

An angel who makes you feel a little uncomfortable.

"Should Carrie come with you?"

“Of course I need to,” Tan Wenjie said. “I’ll mention you next time I see Gabriel.”

"Thank you!" Mrs. White said, her eyes filled with tears.

Tan Wenjie acted like a god without desires, as if he didn't take the words to heart at all.

He could indeed tell Gabriel about Mrs. White, but he never said which Gabriel it was, nor did he say that he and Gabriel were not friends at all and would definitely fight if they met.

Carrie, still feeling dizzy, followed Tan Wenjie back to the car.

What did you do?

She didn't see any of Tan Wenjie's tricks earlier; she only noticed that her mother suddenly burst into tears and knelt down, begging Tan Wenjie to take Carrie away.

"Spells."

"magic?"

"Try a little bit of everything."

The Losers' Alliance members have the protagonist's halo and are not afraid of the Joker, but that doesn't mean Carrie will be spared. In fact, Tan Wenjie thinks Carrie is more likely to be targeted.

“Are we going to…” Carrie blushed.

My heart rate increased slightly.

She certainly didn't object to having further contact with the handsome and mature man in front of her, and of course, she would take it several steps further.

Tan Wenjie: "Let's eat together."

"what?"

For this, I'd rather just stay home and lie down.

……

The Joker wasn't a workaholic, nor was he on 24/7 duty; no one encountered any accidents that night.

Ben, a chubby boy, was heading to school with a mix of trepidation and excitement. He wanted to see if what the guy in the sports car said was true. Could someone really just buy a school like that?

People were talking about it on the road ahead, and he even saw his goddess, Beverly.

“It looks like someone’s dead,” Beverly whispered as she spotted Ben.

The crowd suddenly parted, and the police carried out a body. Little Fatty happened to be standing directly opposite the body, and he witnessed everything.

That distorted, terrified face made his stomach churn.

"vomit--!"

The yogurt from his breakfast, mixed with bread, turned into a thick, white vomit that sprayed out of his mouth.

……

The bread was covered with a layer of white salad dressing.

Tan Wenjie frowned as he watched Jiali's way of eating sauce. He preferred the natural softness of bread with a layer of butter and a layer of salad dressing, something his Eastern stomach wasn't quite used to.

The phone rang at that moment. Tan Wenjie answered the call casually and then quickly hung up.

"What's wrong?" Carrie asked.

She noticed that Tan Wenjie looked unwell.

"The school and prison have already been bought."

"..." She did ask an unnecessary question.

"Furthermore, there have already been victims."

The adults in Derry, influenced by some force, are indifferent to the disappearance and death of children, but given enough money, this indifference transforms into warmth. (End of Chapter)