Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

"No, bro!"

"You're pretty cool, huh?"

Are you eating here alone?

"Where did this bottle cap get stretched?!"

Under the influence of an invisible hand, Shen Jue, wielding a sword and shield, inexplicably uttered words with a unique accent.

Beside the two cats and one dog, Shen Jue, two tattooed black Dobermans were eating barbecue.

One of the Dobermans was covered in tattoos and was holding a beer bottle with the cap popped off.

The tattooed Doberman was taken aback at first, then put down his beer, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Hey, brother."

"Sorry, bro!"

"How about this, I'll order you another plate."

Shen Jue, wielding both sword and shield, was starting to lose his composure. He felt as if a familiar scene was unfolding before him.

It's as if similar scenes have played out countless times in the steel city.

"Sigh, you're already like this, what's the point of saying anything? Just pick it up and throw it away." Shen Jue, the swordsman, sighed and put the large slice he had just picked up back down.

The alien kitten watched the drama unfold before it, suppressing its laughter.

Samurai Chems used chopsticks to flick the bottle cap, which spun and flew into the trash can.

The two dogs and the cat continued eating their barbecue, but Shen Jue, the swordsman, had lost interest. He felt that there were some things he needed to say.

Otherwise, it's uncomfortable to hold it in.

"Ugh!"

"It's so frustrating not having any bones to gnaw on!" Shen Jue, the swordsman and shieldman, exclaimed, letting out a long sigh.

"Waiter! Give me two bones to chew on."

The black-cat waitress at the barbecue restaurant walked gracefully to Shen Jue, who was wielding a knife and shield, and said, "Excuse me, sir."

"We don't have any teeth-grinding bones here."

Hearing this, the tattooed Doberman next to Shen Jue, who was wielding a sword and shield, whispered to the other Doberman, "Honey, don't we have two bones in the trunk?"

"Go get one."

A short while later, the tattooed Doberman came to Shen Jue's side, carrying a chew bone.

"Brother, what a coincidence! I happen to have a toothbrush here."

"You take it and gnaw on it first."

Shen Jue, who was waiting with his sword and shield, immediately stood up when he saw the tattooed Doberman approaching and said, "Oh, brother, I'm so sorry."

"That's too temperamental."

The tattooed Doberman laughed and said, "What's there to be embarrassed about!"

"I just threw a bottle cap in your face, go ahead and chew on it!"

Unable to refuse, Shen Jue had no choice but to accept the grinding bone and place it on the table.

"Are you really going to gnaw on it?" Samurai Chems said upon seeing this.

"Don't your species not need to eat?"

With a helpless smile, Shen Jue spread his paws and said, "Complete this part of the storyline."

"I'm just going through the motions."

A little while later, Shen Jue, the swordsman and shield-wielding demon, left the barbecue restaurant with the alien cat and the samurai chemms, who had finished showing off all the skewers.

Before leaving, Shen Jue, carrying a chew bone, said heartily to the Doberman, "Brother, we're off now."

The tattooed Doberman also laughed and said, "It's alright, we'll be leaving soon too."

Sure enough, Shen Jue, wielding a sword and shield, had only taken a few steps when the tattooed Doberman shouted, "Waiter, the bill!"

Miss Black Cat, dressed in a figure-hugging uniform, swayed her cat-like gait and wagged her tail as she said, "Your table has already paid."

The tattooed Doberman looked at the other Doberman and asked suspiciously, "Who bought it? Was it you, honey?"

"No," the Doberman said, shaking its head.

"Who is that?"

The two Dobermans were puzzled, but the black-cat waitress said, "It's the table next to you."

"oops!"

"Is this even possible?!"

"brother!"

With sword and shield in hand, Shen Jue turned around, clasped his hands in thanks, and raised them above his head to the tattooed Doberman Pinscher.

The tattooed Doberman was the same; it almost had tears in its eyes, but simply clasped its hands in a gesture of respect.

Just then, a familiar background sound rang out: carrying all the hardships of yesterday...

Exchange some happiness and joy for tomorrow~

......

"Too passionate, brother!"

"This Freljord storyline is still the original version!"

Shen Jue of the Dragon Clan laughed loudly, "Where's my Creative Workshop?!"

"It's good to stay true to our original aspirations, but what I lack is the diversity of storylines."

"Who will fix it for me?"

"What else is there to say, brother?" Death God Shen Jue said, raising his fists in a gesture of respect.

"I'll just make it up to you, that'll be fine."

The familiar background music seemed to resonate once again in the white space.

Carrying all the hardships of yesterday~

Exchange some happiness and joy for tomorrow~

"All I can say is that this is the case in Northern Europe and Sweden." JOJO Shen Jue arrived in the white space at some point.

Meanwhile, Death God Shen Jue and Dragon Clan Shen Jue raised their fists and clasped them together in a salute.

"That's regional discrimination," Shen Jue, the swordsman and shieldman, sighed.

"Is the next thing to happen: Scandinavians will be dumping canned herring on the table and eating it?"

"I didn't say that," JOJO Shen Jue said, shrugging.

Shen Jue, the swordsman and shield-wielder, remained silent, turned his head away, and continued watching the electronic screen.

Several Shen Jue huddled together, whispering and occasionally letting out chuckles.

Just as everyone was having a great time chatting.

The new Shen Jue appeared in the white space.

The new Shen Jue was dressed in a meticulously white shirt, with the top button fastened on the cuffs, exuding a refined yet cold academic aura.

But his eyes darted around like a criminal suspect about to be caught.

When this new Shen Jue appeared, her fingers were still in the position of pushing up her glasses.

"Huh? Bro, you look all smug." Shen Jue from the gang said in surprise, "Looks like you're not having a terrible start."

"Come on, let me see where you're from?"

After saying that, Shen Jue from the club grabbed the hand of the newcomer, Shen Jue.

After the two exchanged memories and their talents were combined, their abilities were further enhanced.

Shen Jue from the club burst out laughing.

"No way, bro."

"Your opening is a bit funny."

"I said, is it necessary? She's just a woman, can't we just find a new one?"

The newcomer, Shen Jue, processed all the memories in an instant, and let out a long sigh.

"I didn't want to either."

"But while your uncle can tolerate it, Shen Jue cannot."

"What I love is my life."

"So that woman must die."

"Uh, what kind of immortal conversation are you having?" Death God Shen Jue was a little confused. He stepped forward and grabbed the arm of the newcomer Shen Jue.

Memory exchange.

"Oh! You're from the world of 'Detective Conan'!"

"Wow! You're so ruthless, bro."

That's right, this newcomer, Shen Jue, comes from the world of the detective anime "Detective Conan".

Conan's identity as Shen Jue is that of a somewhat well-known psychologist.

After realizing he had traveled through time, Conan Shen Jue worked hard and was admitted to the University of Tokyo at a young age, becoming a superior person in the eyes of some Japanese citizens.

Leveraging his informational advantage, Conan and Shen Jue rapidly accumulated wealth and graduated with excellent grades, becoming psychologists.

And then, tragedy struck naturally.