Helping each other with countless me.

Chapter 594 begins with traversing between two worlds.
Summary of the sharing space.
In the Wizarding World, Li Zhongren rapidly accumulates skill points by collecting scattered extraordinary items across the continent, pushing his breathing technique to its limits and ultimately becoming the true Knight King, acquiring the skill "One Against a Thousand".
Under this skill state, one is immune to all witchcraft.
Slaughtering across the Wizarding Continent
It turned out that it wasn't the wizards who betrayed their allies, but rather a tower spirit created by one of the wizards that caused the Omnic Crisis.
Currently, this world is under Li Zhongren's control, and he periodically contributes his fortune.
Searching for a new world—
Li Zhongren opened his eyes and quickly absorbed the memories of his predecessor.

In short, this is a post-apocalyptic world.

An unknown force descended upon Earth, causing the world's order to collapse completely, replaced by distortion and mutation.

Strange substances, strange things, strange forces are everywhere.

This led to a complete distortion of the physical laws that once governed Earth, rendering almost all of humanity's once-proud technologies obsolete.

Fortunately, some humans can also master this power.

This led humanity to build camps centered around superhumans, which gradually expanded into towns, and eventually became cities.

Humanity has recovered, but that's all. They can no longer return to the Iron Throne on Earth. Instead, they can only eke out a living in cities under the protection of superhumans and advanced technology.

In his previous life, he was just an ordinary person.

An ordinary birth.

An ordinary school day.

Unremarkable results.

Then they encountered an ordinary, twisted object.

An ordinary, unremarkable death.
That's how he took over the place.

The good news is that he was revived and even his injuries were healed.

The bad news is, the Twisted One didn't leave.

Because the time travel and the repair were just one thing at a time.

The good news is, he has a cheat code.

It was thanks to the help from a fellow user in the sharing space.

This cheat code allows him to travel through time.

Here's where it gets interesting: instead of randomly traveling to another world, you travel to a parallel world of this one.

A world without distortions.
Li Zhongren looked at the twisted object opposite him—a chainsaw.

Yes, it's a chainsaw.
A chainsaw that can move freely and has two abstract, line-drawn legs.

This thing cut off the predecessor.
Seeing that it had been resurrected, the chainsaw seemed quite interested and hopped over, as if wanting to take another look at itself.

At the critical moment, Li Zhongren immediately made a mental plea.

"Time travel."

The scene before Li Zhongren's eyes was as if it had been wiped away and redrawn by an invisible giant hand.

The darkness, dampness, and oppressive atmosphere of the alleyway vanished instantly, replaced by dazzling sunlight, noisy voices, and colorful commercial street signs.

"Brush~~"

The world shifted without warning, yet smoothly and naturally.

He stood in the middle of the sidewalk, and not far in front of him, the terrifying chainsaw that had just been baring its teeth and jumping around, trying to slice him up again, was now quietly and even somewhat clumsily stuck in the gap of the paving stones, with some dirt and grass clippings still stuck to its blade.

Its two abstract, line-drawn legs have disappeared without a trace, leaving it as just an ordinary, even somewhat old, gasoline-powered chainsaw.

The surrounding area was bustling with people, stylish men and women walked by chatting and laughing, the aroma of coffee wafted from roadside cafes, and advertisements for the latest hovercars played on huge advertising screens. This was a vibrant, ordinary world without twisting forces, where the technology tree seemed to be more geared towards civilian use than survival.

The stark contrast momentarily stunned Li Zhongren, but he immediately forced himself to calm down.

His memories of his past life and the fear of escaping death allowed him to quickly understand the current situation.

parallel world.

There is no distortion.

Therefore, the existence of the distorted object is "rationalized".

His gaze swept over the chainsaw, then he looked around at the surroundings.

The alleyway in the main world is a bustling commercial street here.

So, what is the "reasonable" way this chainsaw exists?
"Hey! Whose chainsaw is that? Huh?"

Li Zhongren suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs, his face instantly filled with lingering fear and anger, his acting was completely natural.

"Who the hell did this? It almost hit me, you know? It scared me to death! Pay up! You have to pay up!"

He shouted, his sharp eyes scanning the pedestrians around him.

The pedestrians were startled by his sudden shout, and they all turned to look at him with expressions of confusion or curiosity, but no one responded. A few people who were nearby even took a few steps back to avoid him.

A man in overalls looked a little nervous, but in the end he just muttered "It wasn't me" and walked away quickly.

No one has claimed it.

Just as expected.

Li Zhongren could clearly feel that an invisible "rope" was firmly tied to his soul and was tightening rapidly. A powerful pull came from the void, trying to drag him back to that desperate and distorted main world.

time is limited.

"Nobody recognizes you, huh? Fine!"

He walked forward, cursing and swearing, the feigned anger on his face vanishing instantly, leaving only a cold resolve.

He gripped the chainsaw handle with both hands, took a deep breath, and with all his might pulled it off the ground, then slammed it hard against the solid lamppost beside him!
"Clang! Crack!"

The fragile metal casing and plastic parts simply could not withstand such rough treatment, twisting and cracking instantly.

Gasoline leaked from the ruptured fuel tank, filling the air with a pungent smell.

Li Zhongren did not stop. As if venting all the fear and repression he had felt since his transmigration, he repeatedly smashed the wreckage onto the ground and stomped on it until it was completely reduced to a pile of unrecognizable scrap metal and plastic fragments.

After doing all this, the pulling force suddenly increased to its limit.

"Brush~~"

The bustling street scene before my eyes vanished as quickly as the tide receded, the sunlight, the crowds, and the noise were instantly sucked away.

The dark, damp, familiar alleyway enveloped him once again.

The air was filled with the smells of rust, decay, and a strange, indescribable, sweet-smelling odor—a unique "smell" of the main world.

In the distance, a disturbing low growl and a sharp metallic scraping noise could be faintly heard. The sky was a perpetually dim yellow, as if it were covered with something dirty.

The oppressive feeling returned instantly, weighing heavily on his heart.

But Li Zhongren couldn't care less about any of that at the moment.

He collapsed to the ground with a thud, leaning against the cold, damp wall, panting heavily. Cold sweat instantly soaked his back, and beads of sweat rolled down his face.

His eyes were fixed intently on what was ahead.

Where the terrifying chainsaw should have stood, now only a pile of wrecked debris remains.

The fragments seemed to be slightly twisting and writhing, emitting an ominous glow. The air around them flickered and rippled from time to time, like an old television screen with a poor signal, a sign that the twisting force had not completely dissipated.

But it did break.

It's completely ruined.

"Hahaha, it worked!!"

Li Zhongren murmured to himself, his voice trembling slightly from exhaustion and excitement. A tremendous joy and sense of relief, as if he had survived a calamity, swept over him, leaving him almost completely drained.

He survived, and thanks to this inexplicable cheat code, he actually managed to overcome his first life-or-death crisis.

He laughed a few times, then took a few breaths, trying to calm his wildly beating heart and weak limbs.

Just as he was about to stand up, leaning against the wall, to clean up the scene, something unexpected happened.

The twisted fragments that were wriggling and shimmering on the ground suddenly seemed to be drawn by some invisible force and began to collapse rapidly toward the center!
They twisted, spun, and emitted a faint but teeth-grinding hissing sound, while the surrounding air flickered even more violently.

Within two or three seconds, all the fragments and the ominous glow disappeared, leaving behind only a crystal about the size of a fingernail, irregularly shaped, dark purple in color, with what appeared to be turbid mist slowly flowing inside.

It lay quietly on the ground, exuding a restrained yet undeniably strange aura.

In that instant, the previously vague fragments of memories about common sense about this world suddenly became clear and surged into Li Zhongren's mind.

"Twisted Crystal."

He subconsciously whispered something aloud, realizing what it meant.

According to the memories of the predecessor, this is a crystallization that has a chance to be extracted from the core twisting power after the twisted object was completely destroyed.

It is the cornerstone of the world's extraordinary power, the core raw material for making "Twisted Armaments," "Twisted Skill Scrolls," and various "Twisted Potions" with incredible effects, and is extremely valuable.

Of course, unlike what is written in some fantasy novels, this thing is extremely unstable and contains chaotic energy that is almost poisonous. It should never be swallowed or attempted to be absorbed directly. Otherwise, the best outcome would be to become a pile of rotten flesh, and more likely, to become a new and more terrifying twisted thing.

It must be processed by specialized "refiners" or "craftsmen" to be safely transformed into usable resources.

"We've struck it rich!"

Li Zhongren's eyes lit up, and he quickly stepped forward, carefully picking up the dark purple crystal.

It was icy to the touch, and one could vaguely sense the restless yet restrained power within.

He didn't dare look at it for long and quickly stuffed it into his inner pocket to keep it safe. After doing all this, he suddenly remembered something and quickly looked around.

This dark alley seemed no different from the one before he "traveled through time," with mottled walls, potholes on the ground, and piles of waste.

However, there was no blood or human tissue left behind.

"It's because the time travel repaired me, so the blood that my predecessor spat out has all returned."

Li Zhongren immediately understood the reason.

However, we still cannot stay here for long!
The energy fluctuations of the distorted object have likely already attracted attention.

He immediately suppressed his exhaustion and quickly left the alley that had brought him both death and rebirth, heading towards the small, dilapidated apartment building where his original self lived nearby, just as he remembered.

……

A few minutes later, two investigators in gray uniforms and wearing swirling vortex badges appeared at the alley entrance.

They looked alert, holding a detection device that was emitting a faint beeping sound.

"The source of the fluctuation was here, and it just disappeared not long ago."

The middle-aged investigator said, looking at the gradually flattening curve on the instrument screen.

The two carefully entered the alley and thoroughly investigated.

"There is a faint trace of distorting force, and the air quality is abnormal. There must have been some distorting activity here just now. The energy level is not high, but it is very active."

The young investigator reports the instrument readings.

"look here."

The middle-aged investigator crouched down and pointed to a small patch of charred marks on the ground, as if corroded by some strong acid, and some unnatural signs of metal melting around it.

"There are signs of battle, or rather, signs of destruction. The twisted object seems to have been completely destroyed by some kind of force."

They searched the entire alley carefully, but apart from the residual energy and inexplicable signs of destruction, they found no trace of the twisted object itself, nor any bloodstains, clothing fibers, or signs of struggle left by the victim.

"Strange, the fluctuations appeared and disappeared suddenly, the distortion was destroyed, but there were no victims? Could it be that some superhuman passing by disposed of it casually? And no identification mark was left behind."

The young investigator asked, puzzled.

"It could also be annihilation caused by the instability of the twisted object itself."

The middle-aged investigator stood up, his expression still not relaxed.

“Record the on-site data. Although the source of the fluctuation has disappeared, according to the procedure, we need to conduct random interviews with the surrounding residents to see if anyone has heard or seen anything unusual.”

"Yes."

Although the time travel process repaired Li Zhongren's physical body, his tattered clothes were not included in this.

So, as soon as he got home, he changed his clothes and gathered the torn pieces together, preparing to clean them up when he had the chance.

I had just finished all of this, and my breathing hadn't completely caught up yet.
"Boom, boom, boom."

The knocking sounded, neither too loud nor too soft, with a businesslike rhythm.

Li Zhongren's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly forced himself to calm down. He took a deep breath, adjusted his expression to show just the right amount of doubt and a hint of fatigue, and went to open the door.

Two investigators in gray uniforms with stern expressions stood outside the door. On their left chests was a badge, a twisted vortex pattern split in two by a lightning bolt. This was the symbol of the "Twisted Forces Investigation Bureau," responsible for monitoring and handling all twisted events and abnormal fluctuations within the city.

One of them was holding a palm-sized device with a screen that kept flashing a faint green light, facing the doorway.

"Investigation Bureau".

The middle-aged investigator in the lead flashed his badge, speaking in a flat tone.

"We detected a brief fluctuation of distorted energy in this area just now. Routine check, is there anything unusual at home?"

"Fluctuations? I...I don't feel anything. Has something happened?"

The green light on the screen of the instrument in the investigator's hand flashed steadily, without any abnormal indications.

He glanced around the room suspiciously. The room was small and simple, but it was fairly tidy. The air smelled only of mildew and cheap cleaning agents, without any of the unpleasant residual energy unique to twisted power.

The instrument did not respond, and no abnormalities were found with the naked eye.

Another, younger investigator peered over and shrugged.

"Boss, it's probably just another intermittent micro-fluctuation, or some clueless person used a cheap distortion item in the distance, and some residue drifted over."

"Maybe, it's alright now."

The middle-aged investigator put away the equipment, his tone softening somewhat.

"Be careful lately, and report any unusual activity immediately."

"Ok."

Li Zhongren nodded quickly, cooperating readily.

The two investigators said nothing more and turned to move on to the next household.

The moment the door closed, Li Zhongren leaned against the door panel and slowly exhaled a long breath. He was about to think he had been exposed, but the cheat seemed to sense his will and swallowed the crystal in one gulp, turning it into the cheat's own power.

It sounds like a loss, but it's actually a huge profit.

As a transmigrator, he knew all too well that his cheat system was his core strength and his greatest advantage: he could pull any extraordinary power into a parallel world and then defeat it using the rich experience of an ordinary person.

The fact that the cheat program devoured the distorted crystal allowed him to stay in the parallel world for a longer period of time. Otherwise, he was already struggling to fight a chainsaw, so how could he possibly destroy something powerful?

Therefore, the stronger the cheat code, the longer he can survive in this messed-up world.
(End of this chapter)