Simultaneous Transmigration: What the heck is the kids' channel?

A scrapped vehicle recycling station under the cover of darkness.

The place reeked of rust and gasoline.

Without warning, space began to distort, and a burst of purple magic tore a hole in it.

"Sizzle!"

A fiery, malevolent figure emerged from within, its scorching heat turning a wrecked car in front of it into molten iron.

"I'm back, Father!"

"This world belongs to the young."

"Hmph, but as agreed, I have to get you out of that damned statue!"

The figure that spoke was two meters tall, a wild, humanoid creature, and its tail swished behind it.

His entire body was covered in a layer of green scales that shimmered coldly in the pale moonlight. His head was shaped like a lizard with prominent horns, and a pair of scarlet vertical pupils reflected a stone tablet.

A scorching and chaotic demonic aura instantly spread out.

at the same time.

Inside the Mafia building, the Holy Lord, who had been acting as a sculpture, had eyes that blazed with a bright red light!

If you look closely at the inlaid talismans on his body, you'll see that the few remaining ones are now gone.

He had never been so disheveled...

Ever since Valon betrayed his original intentions, he has been serving as an office decoration. At first, I would curse him a few times, but after a while, I didn't care anymore.

Shen Ming forcibly muted his microphone.

But he wouldn't mind waiting another nine hundred years.

still have a chance!

And it's just for sculpture.

This is much better than his brothers and sisters suffering in hell, he comforted himself.

But the humiliation he suffered increased day by day.

He's a noble dragon! A demon wizard!

Now I can only stay here and endure loneliness.

Looking at Valon, that clown, and Shen Ming, that shameless thief, getting away with it!

That's all his money!

The world shouldn't be like this.

Even the thought of this despicable thief possibly ruling the world in the future is unbearable.

Oh no!

This absolutely cannot be done.

The world is his!

He'll regret it! He'll regret everything he's done!

suddenly.

A familiar yet unfamiliar aura appeared—a subtle resonance from the bloodline!

How is that possible?

His descendants haven't reached the right time yet!

However, resonance is never wrong.

His son, the Demon Dragon?

He actually came into this world?

Could he defeat that wizard? The Holy Lord's heart pounded with apprehension. It seemed unlikely that his son, who had inherited his fiery temper but was somewhat underdeveloped, would be able to face a shameless thief.

It's an opportunity nonetheless.

The Holy Lord began to mobilize the power of his bloodline, hoping to lure the demon dragon here and save his old father.

But as soon as he tried to move it, he was immediately embarrassed because an invisible film was blocking his way!

What's most infuriating is that this black magic seems to have been created by him!

He realized almost immediately that the thief who hadn't appeared for a long time was still on guard against him!

That's absolutely outrageous.

He actually used his own magic to defend himself? How ridiculous! Did he really think he could defend himself?

What a coincidence, it really did work!

He had forgotten how to break the spell.

Without the book, he wouldn't have been able to remember how to break the spell.

The time he spent trapped in hell severely eroded his wisdom; otherwise, he wouldn't have been so helpless and unable to find a solution.

The Holy Lord fell silent, the red light in his eyes flashing before finally transforming into two small flames that could be extinguished at any moment.

............

Inside Valon's recently purchased estate.

"Thank you all for your hard work. Take a break before starting the new task."

Valon raised his glass, finished speaking, and drank it all in one gulp, feeling extremely happy.

Sunshine, a grand estate, an artificial lake, and the opportunity to savor fine wines undisturbed.

This is the life I've always dreamed of.

"Watch my carp enter the water!"

Pfft!

Wearing swimming trunks, Afu leaped up from the diving board like a carp and plunged directly into the lake.

On a row of lounge chairs next to Hu, Shen Ming, Valon, Lasu, Zhou, and Trudeau finished their champagne and raised a sign that read "10 points".

"Boss, Jackie Chan hasn't been making any unusual moves lately, everything is normal."

Lasu adjusted his sunglasses, put down his wine glass, and turned to the side to speak.

Upon hearing this, Valon opened his eyes and looked at the languid Shen Ming beside him:

"Mr. Shen Ming, what's the next step?"

"No need, just keep an eye on it. San Francisco isn't in chaos yet."

"This is the best life ever!" someone nearby said, flipping the sun on another side to continue sunbathing. "This is life!"

"Hah~ Hah~" Tru snored.

"Look at Tru, he's sleeping so soundly," Rasu teased Tru, pointing at him.

"Boss, Mr. Shen Ming, this kind of decadent lifestyle will only make me lose the will to strive."

"I need a mission!"

Afu swam over from the lake and quickly dried himself off.

"Do you have a mission, Brother Shen Ming?" Valon was very satisfied with Afu's work attitude.

"It's vacation time now, let's enjoy life and forget about Jackie Chan and the devil."

Shen Ming waved his hand, and the next second he raised an eyebrow as a familiar magical fluctuation emanated from him.

"Perhaps there really is."

"Hmm?" Valon raised an eyelid.

Could this be a chance to make money?

The next second, as if to verify Shen Ming's words, the space in front of them was distorted, and a purple spatial passage appeared.

"Is it my magic, or is it specifically targeting me? Could it be an enemy?"

Upon hearing this, everyone except Tru, who was still sleeping, assumed a fighting stance.

A woman dressed in a black uniform, wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap that completely covered her face, slowly walked out of the passage.

"Who are you?!"

Valon took the lead and firmly protected Shen Ming behind him.

To him, Shen Ming was not only a business partner but also a brother. How could he allow the other party to get hurt on his turf?!

No one, no matter who, should do this!

"Valon? Looks like everyone's on vacation? I'm really sorry to bother you."

The woman paused for a moment, her gaze lingering on Shen Ming for a few seconds before shifting away.

"I've come here to ask for your help, Mr. Shen Ming. I believe you'll understand."

Some people are riddle-makers, but Shen Ming clearly knew who the other party was.

One glance at Xiaoyu.

The future has truly changed, and it's heading in strange and unusual directions.

"To make a long story short, it seems you possess both an aura of justice and a hint of darkness, indicating that yin and yang will be rebalanced in the future."

As expected, he knew everything.

Xiaoyu nodded and then said:

"That's right, I came here to find the Dragon Fang. I need to find it before the demon dragons, or they'll be in danger."

Xiaoyu had considered joking with Shen Ming, but after seeing him for the first time, she immediately changed her mind; she was there to solve the problem.

It's not about making the future worse!

"No problem, Afu, you go this time. You can go with my future junior sister."

After Shen Ming finished speaking, he tossed a specially made magic tracker to Afu.

"A gleaming compass?" Afu glanced at the object and then carefully put it away.

A dark shadow moved beneath the tree, and a soldier from the Shadow Legion emerged and handed over a box of gold.

"Consider this a chest of gold as well, Mr. Valon. Have your men fully assist her."

Valon smiled and took the box: "That's really generous, Brother Shen Ming. Ah Fu, you'll assist this young lady in completing the task."

"The Mafia's planes are always ready."

"Yes, boss." Afu nodded, his gaze falling on Xiaoyu. This person is not simple!

Xiaoyu suddenly stopped and looked at Shen Ming with a complicated expression:

"You trust me that much?"

This was not what she expected; the process went too smoothly!

There were no twists and turns like in TV dramas, no riddle tellers, only unconditional trust.

"Otherwise what?"

Shen Ming countered with a question.

Xiaoyu: "......."