I started by submitting to the Douluo Continent, and the nation helped me become a god.

"You mean... every night when you sleep, your soul goes to another world?"

"More or less," Li Fulan nodded, "a place called Douluo Continent."

"Then you woke up and came back?" Zhang Quan leaned forward, his eyes fixed on Li Fulan like an eagle, trying to find a flaw in her lie.

"Yes, officer." Li Fulan met his gaze frankly.

Zhang Quan's lips twitched, and the scar on his face twisted as well. "Young man, this is a police station, not a mental hospital."

"I'm not joking." Li Fulan's expression remained unchanged.

Zhang Quan snorted coldly, turned to the young police officer next to him and said, "Xiao Wang, take a statement and write: suspected severe mental disorder, contact family members."

The young police officer named Wang Bing hesitated for a moment, glanced at Li Fulan, and lowered his voice to say, "Captain Zhang, how about... we listen again? The monitoring center says he really... appeared out of nowhere."

"Just appeared out of thin air?" Zhang Quan scoffed. "You've watched too many science fiction movies! Check the surrounding surveillance network; you'll definitely find where he popped out from!"

Li Fulan sighed inwardly. Well, without something real, he wasn't leaving this room today. Thinking this, he slammed his right hand onto the table.

"Officer, saying anything is useless, let's see for yourselves."

Zhang Quan and Xiao Wang's eyes snapped to his hand. The next second, their worldviews shattered.

A soft white light suddenly appeared in Li Fulan's palm, and within the light, a small mushroom slowly rose, hovering above his hand. The mushroom was pure white, with a round, plump cap, like a piece of fine mutton-fat jade.

Immediately afterwards, a pure white halo appeared out of thin air and landed on the mushroom stem, swaying slowly up and down.

Zhang Quan had seen his share of storms, and this time he suddenly sat up straight in his chair, his hands gripping the edge of the table so tightly that his knuckles turned white, his eyes wide open like copper bells.

"What...what kind of magic trick is this?" His throat was dry and hoarse, and he was so shocked that he could barely speak. After being a policeman for twenty years, this scene completely shattered his understanding of the world.

Seeing their petrified reactions, Li Fulan remained calm. "This isn't magic, officer. In that world, this is called a 'Martial Soul,' a physical manifestation of everyone's soul power. Mine is a mushroom Martial Soul."

He pointed to the halo again. "That's called a 'Soul Ring.' You get it by killing something called a 'Soul Beast.' Each Soul Ring gives me an ability, also called a 'Soul Skill.'"

Martial Soul? Soul Ring? Soul Beast? Soul Skill?

"Isn't that something from the novel 'Douluo Continent'?"

Zhang Quan's mind raced. Holographic projection? Impossible, he personally searched him before entering the interrogation room. Hallucinogens? He didn't smell anything, and his mind was perfectly clear.

"You... what is your soul skill?" Wang Bing finally found his voice and asked stammeringly.

Li Fulan smiled slightly, her gaze falling on the scar on Zhang Quan's face.

"Treatment." Just two words.

Zhang Quan's pupils contracted sharply. Treatment? He subconsciously touched the scar on his face, feeling the familiar roughness under his fingertips. This "medal of honor" that had been with him for over ten years was also a stumbling block preventing him from moving forward.

Because of this scar, he looked too fierce, and several promotion opportunities were thwarted because it "affected the positive image of the police force." He visited the best hospitals in the country, but the answer was always the same: the scar was too deep to be completely removed.

"Officer, want to give it a try?" Li Fulan's tone carried a strange allure. With a thought, a small piece of the suspended mushroom cap fell and landed on the table.

Zhang Quan stared intently at the mushrooms, smaller than a fingernail, his breathing quickening. His reason screamed at him: This is ridiculous! It's definitely a trap! But a voice inside him cried out: What if it's real?

"Captain Zhang..." Wang Bing swallowed hard. "How about... we give it a try? There's no harm in it... the hospital is right next door."

"Yeah, what could possibly be the loss?" Zhang Quan felt his heart pounding in his chest. He slowly reached out his slightly trembling hand and picked up the mushroom.

Finally, he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and stuffed the mushroom into his mouth. It melted in his mouth.

A few seconds passed, and nothing happened. Zhang Quan's heart sank. Was it really a scam? Just as he was about to lash out, disaster struck!

"Ah!" A scream escaped his throat!

"Captain Zhang! What happened to your face?!" Wang Bing's voice suddenly rose, startling him so much that he jumped up from his chair.

Zhang Quan felt as if his entire left cheek had been thrown into a vat of boiling oil. The scar seemed to come alive, turning into a centipede tearing at his skin! It was both itchy and burning, as if it were crawling out from between his bones. He clenched his fists, his veins bulging, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Li Fulan looked at Zhang Quan's distorted face, where the tissue beneath his skin was visibly writhing and reorganizing, and the hideous scar was being smoothed out at an eerie speed.

"Don't move, it's a normal reaction." Li Fulan's voice was calm and composed, like a tranquilizer.

Zhang Quan suddenly opened his eyes, his bloodshot eyes staring intently at him, and he squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth: "How... long?"

"Soon."

Just as Zhang Quan felt he was about to be driven mad by the torment, the burning and itching abruptly stopped. The room fell into a deathly silence, broken only by Zhang Quan's heavy breathing. He raised his trembling hand and hesitantly touched the spot where the scar had once been.

Gone! The rough texture is completely gone! In its place is smooth, delicate skin!

Zhang Quan's body jolted, and he froze.

"A mirror..." he croaked, his voice hoarse, "Give me... a mirror!"

Wang Bing frantically pulled out his phone, turned on the front-facing camera, and handed it over. Zhang Quan snatched it away. On the screen appeared a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar. That face... was complete.

From his left brow bone to the corner of his mouth, the skin was smooth, and apart from being slightly lighter than the surrounding skin, there was no trace of the scar that had ever existed. That mark that had haunted him for over a decade—just gone like that?

"Who...who exactly are you?" Zhang Quan's voice was terribly hoarse.

Li Fulan shrugged. "I'm just an ordinary person who goes to another world."

An ordinary person? Zhang Quan smiled bitterly to himself. Someone who can conjure mushrooms out of thin air and heal an old scar that even top surgeons couldn't fix in seconds—that's what you call an ordinary person?

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He knew very well that the nature of this matter had completely changed, and it was far beyond what a single police station could handle.

He walked up to Li Fulan, bowed slightly, and said in an unusually serious tone, "Mr. Li Fulan, thank you for your cooperation."

The form of address changed from "you" to "Mr. Li Fulan".

"This is beyond our control." Zhang Quan straightened up, turned to Wang Bing, and ordered, "Xiao Wang, clear the area immediately, seal off this corridor, and don't let anyone approach."

"Then, I used my encrypted line to contact the National Security Agency directly."