Those time travelers that year

"Now, help me send a message to those idiots and good-for-nothings who are always causing trouble, and in fact, not even enough for me to cause trouble—"

"—It's time to raid the Reincarnation Space dungeon!"

A bright light flashed across the shimmering bubble, and a hidden message was instantly transmitted to the coordinates it had pre-stored. In the United States and countless other parts of the world visited by this message, countless cries of joy and despair erupted.

"Let's run a dungeon!" The silver-haired girl shouted, raising her small, white hand. "By the way, those with bad luck and those who always want to steal equipment are not allowed to go..." Behind her, chaotic, writhing shadows distorted the surrounding space.

307. The protagonist needs internet addiction treatment.

"Running a dungeon? Is that why you stopped me?" The twilight firelight burned nearby as Charles glared at the silver-haired woman before him, speaking with annoyance. If he didn't know he was no match for her, he would have loved to smother her in the face with a fireball.

You ask how he knew he couldn't win? It's simple. Actually, when he was being transferred, when the penguin grabbed his trouser leg, for safety's sake, Ciel immediately drew his Flaming Sword. As soon as he drew the Flaming Sword, the penguin at his feet, like a shadow, darted behind the silver-haired creature in an instant.

Immediately afterward, the silver-haired woman raised an eyebrow, then pulled a half-length crowbar from under her skirt and gripped it tightly. The next moment, before Charles could even react, the silver-haired woman appeared before him and, with the crowbar, struck down in a way Charles couldn't comprehend. And then nothing more. Although the crowbar wasn't falling fast, something was twisted at the very moment it struck.

It wasn't about speed; if it were simply about speed, Charles could have stopped time at that moment. But when the crowbar fell, Charles was surprised to find that he hadn't even entertained the thought of dodging or blocking. Something had completely erased his reaction.

When he came to his senses, everything went blurry, and he collapsed to the ground. The crowbar had shown him what a stun shot meant; his body was immobilized, his internal energy seemed frozen, and even his thoughts were thrown into disarray.

When the shock subsided, Ciel got up and discovered his money was gone. Yes, that's right, just pure money. Both the remaining Galleons from the Harry Potter world and the green dollars he'd brought from the Marvel universe had vanished. Then, a black diamond appeared before Ciel, next to which was a letter—"Thank you for topping up your Black Diamond VIP membership," signed QQ…

In short, while Ciel was dumbfounded, the silver-haired creature, with a smile on its face, gripped the crowbar and, with an expression reminiscent of a delinquent girl robbing a passerby, began to explain to Ciel with great interest.

This silver-haired girl calls herself Nyarlathotep, or Nyarlathotep for short. She's the treasurer of the Void God Foundation, and then she earnestly welcomed Ciel to the Void God's family, saying she was there to give him onboarding training, blah blah blah…

Then came three days and three nights of rambling nonsense. Time seemed to stretch out, and during this time, Ciel was completely immobilized, his space frozen in place. In short, he was unwillingly subjected to three days and three nights of rambling nonsense by a certain silver-haired creature. Most surprisingly, after being forcibly fed this rambling nonsense for three days and three nights, Ciel was astonished to find that he hadn't gone mad. On the contrary, he was full of energy and had an urge to grab an antimatter black hole annihilation bomb and blow up the Earth.

It took a lot of effort for Ciel to banish the urge to self-destruct with a black hole bomb from his mind. But when he came to his senses, he saw the silver-haired guy regretfully putting away a black bomb taller than a person. Apparently, this guy really wanted to see him actually carry a black hole bomb and detonate!

……

"Oh?!" The silver-haired man tilted his head and said, "No! I'm here to give you onboarding training... It's not because I forgot and saw that we can go raid dungeons, that I made a special trip here!"

"...If I didn't know I couldn't beat you, I really would have stabbed you to death."

"Oh ho ho ho, boy! You're far too enthusiastic." The silver-haired man covered his face with his hands and said, "Do you really want to pierce my body with your scorching hot magic sword?"

"...I'll kill you right now!"

"Just kidding, just kidding!" The silver-haired creature waved its hand and said in a loud voice, "Don't mind it! I can always introduce you to that enthusiastic and outgoing older sister, Shub, later!"

"Get out! Get as far away as you can!"

"Sigh! Young people these days! They're so shy. Actually, I think Shub is pretty good too! At most, she's just a bit shabby in her behavior." The silver-haired man spread his hands, feigning helplessness, and said, "But whatever! I'm in finance, not human resources, so this has nothing to do with me."

"Anyway, young man! If you're interested in running dungeons, remember to call me on QQ!" With a wave of his hand, the silver-haired man put on a refreshing smile. "Alright! Bubble, it's time to go..." After saying that, a flash of light disappeared from the floating bubble, and the silver-haired man and the floating bubble vanished without a trace before Xia Er's eyes.

"This is really troublesome!" After the two big shots among the evil gods left, Charles rubbed his hair. "...When did I become an evil god? This doesn't make sense! It's impossible that I submitted a so-called job application after Marvel devoured Surtr, right?"

Having lived for so long and traveled through several worlds, it was only today that he learned from someone else—no, another evil god—that he was also a lunatic. This made Ciel feel hurt and also very strange.

"Never mind!" Shaking his head, Charles tossed all these trivial matters aside. His mind was still a mess, with all sorts of random thoughts popping into his head every now and then. Like, using his mental abilities to make all intelligent beings in this world listen to a song like 'Giligili Love' or 'Paradise'...

Then this thought suddenly reached its peak, causing Charles to subconsciously consider how likely it was to come true. Of course, after realizing this, Charles had to expend a great deal of energy to break this terrifying thought process. If this world really played its addictive, brainwashing song around the clock, even without the interference of these reincarnated beings still remaining in this world, it would already be doomed.

Trying hard to suppress the various terrible ideas that kept popping into his mind, Charles had to admit that he seemed to have really become mentally ill, and he needed to recuperate quietly for a while.

With a heavy heart, Charles teleported back to his manor.

……

"Master! All the invading insects have been eliminated..."

“…Okay, extract their souls. I’ll deal with them when I have time. Thank you, Medea.” Charles replied weakly.

"...Master? What happened? You look... terrible?"

"It's nothing, I just ran into a few bastards and then I realized something." Looking up at the ceiling, Charles said calmly, "Turns out I need the Magnetic Storm Infantry's internet addiction treatment now..."

308. {The Supreme God} is a good person.

Unfortunately, this world lacks the powerful radiation of the Magnetic Storm Infantry Thunder King, so if Charles intended to undergo a stimulating treatment, he probably wouldn't even have a place to go. Thus, with his thoughts fluctuating between chaos and order, and to avoid becoming part of the chaotic and comical group, Charles felt he needed some time to recuperate.

As for those reincarnators who remain in this world...

In fact, at this moment, Charles felt that his current predicament, which was leading him to become a laughingstock, was entirely the fault of these reincarnated beings. If they hadn't come to this world, he wouldn't have been approached by those two evil god bosses for so-called onboarding training. Moreover, one of those bosses was a scoundrel who specialized in ripping off entire families, making things even worse.

It's all the fault of the main god and those reincarnators, that's right, it's not because they felt they had no chance of winning against that silver-haired guy and that glowing bubble guy, and then they took their anger out on them, that's right.

"Atiya, I have a task for you." Trying to suppress his wandering thoughts, Charles instructed the girl standing respectfully before him, "I need you to go and hunt down those insects..."

“I have placed a mark on five of them. You can sense that mark and follow it. As for the others... take a look at which place is causing the most trouble and go there. Nine times out of ten, you will find traces of those foreign insects.”

"Yes, Master!"

He was feeling very out of sorts right now, with all sorts of silly and chaotic ideas constantly popping into his head. If he were just feeling drowsy because of it, that would be one thing, but the problem was, the more chaotic his thoughts became, the more mentally alert and refreshed he felt.

At this point, it's obvious that some silver-haired guy must have done something to him, otherwise he wouldn't be in this state. Before, Ciel thought he knew exactly what he wanted to do, and basically everything he did yielded results. But now, what's with all these world-destroying ideas popping into his head, or building a labyrinth and acting as a demon king waiting for heroes to come and farm him? Holy crap, even Muzan's ideas are coming up?!

Faced with an increasingly chaotic and erratic state, Ciel had to find something else to distract himself, lest he actually transform into the great demon king who creates labyrinths and then spend his days playing Muzan...

If there's anything that can distract them and suppress their chaotic and ridiculous thoughts, it's only the poor reincarnators. This reincarnator team called the Demon Squad is truly unlucky. Not only did they land in a place of great misfortune, but even after their deaths, their souls were imprisoned.

Originally, these souls should have been collected by the main god after death, in the hope that some would be resurrected or do something else in the future. After all, this was part of the main god's profits. However, a certain omnipotent bubble intervened and intercepted the main god's collection process. This information erasure method of the bubble left the main god helpless and unaware of what was happening. Now, that main god is in trouble. It doesn't even know that after the silver-haired creature intervened, the exact coordinates of its reincarnation world have been marked.

What awaits it is a raid team of five, ten, or twenty members from an evil god guild. Although discipline is no object to these evil gods, these guys have GM privileges and have loaded a BOSS template, and they shamelessly plan to gang up on those who are already lower level than them.

In addition, in order to prevent the main god from escaping easily, these evil gods actually began to organize and plan in an unprecedented way. Of course, how much of this was due to a certain silver-haired guy threatening to withhold wages and year-end bonuses is another matter.

In short, they're planning to run a dungeon over there, and Xia Er thinks it's best not to go until he's sorted out his current chaotic and silly state.

Therefore, they could only turn their attention to the souls of these captured reincarnators.

The seven members of the Demon Squad have undergone various enhancements. First, there's their squad leader, a vampire... a complete loser, the kind of trash who couldn't even defeat a small group of less than ten members like the Fran Street Dance Crew. But thinking about it, it's not surprising that this guy couldn't easily win with an enhanced version of the Fran Street Dance Crew.

Honestly, this guy didn't really lose, did he? It's just that during the team fight, he forgot to place a control ward or bring dust, and was ambushed by an invisible jungler named Doom. Doom's Curse was used first, followed by a stun, and just like that, this vampire, who clearly had many survival skills, was GG without even being able to fight back.

This guy does have quite a few good stuff, though. Those fakes copied by the main god adhere to the principle that any fake of the main god is a masterpiece. Although none of them are the originals, they're not much different from the real thing.

Shadow Whip, Void Sword, Claw of Chaos… If Ciel remembers correctly, these should be the weapons and equipment of the protagonist of a certain Castlevania series, Lord of the Shadows, after he fell to the rank of Count Dracula in the second part of the story. However, Ciel finds it strange that this guy, who is clearly cosplaying as the Lord of the Shadows, hasn't upgraded to the dragon transformation skill, but instead strengthened a demonic transformation? Is he here to steal the warlock's job, or is this guy already planning to research the Primal Darkness: The End of the Universe someday?!

He could strengthen the River of Death, or at least use it to cultivate the Blood God Child, and maybe even impersonate the Blood Demon of the Netherworld later on. Speaking of which, does this guy really think he can actually develop the Primal Darkness: The End of the Universe?

"It's just a black hole, is it really necessary to be so obsessed with it?" From this guy's soul memories, Charles was surprised to find that this guy really thought so, and couldn't help but be speechless. "You don't strengthen your dark magic skills all the way to the point where you can use the forbidden black hole spell, and you're not like the clone in the original story who didn't have a girlfriend and got played to death, and then unlocked the fourth-tier gene lock. How are you going to trigger the prerequisite skills for the original dark magic? What an idiot!"

"Oh, oh, oh..." Tossing the vampire's soul aside, Charles began dealing with the second one. This time, however, he became interested. "What do I see? A horse! I'm almost all set here, except for a horse to show off. It's like I've got exactly what I needed!" Looking at the Nightmare Beast cosplaying as a war knight, Charles couldn't help but sigh, "...I was originally planning to find a suitable one, but unexpectedly, a fine horse has been delivered to me right away... Thinking about it, if I don't go and farm the God's dungeon, how can I repay this God for traveling so far to send me equipment and a mount..."

309. The Grand Gift: The Reincarnator (Part 1)

However, before tackling the main god's dungeon, there were still some things to take care of. To be honest, Sharl didn't want to see that silver-haired girl again at all. Knowing what she was and having been tricked, Sharl, still recovering from the aftereffects, didn't want to see these guys anymore.

Oh, and that cute little penguin, it really screwed over its dad!

He stripped this cosplayer of the War Knight of everything, including the Chaos Devourer and the Abyss Armor. Charles wasn't interested in those items; the pirated goods he'd made during his Marvel days were all perfectly preserved in his own domain. Although their power had declined since leaving that world, they were still far stronger than Charles had imagined—not completely rendered useless. After all, there were genuine artifacts of god-like quality inside.

Both the Spear of Longinus and the Yamato are practically identical to the originals, or even worthy of being considered authentic. Not to mention, before leaving, they frantically created a vast array of various Noble Phantasms, divine artifacts, and other items that only exist in their memories. Even the Force Lightsaber has red, yellow, blue, and green versions; other items like the Eagle Blade, the Final Blade, and the Egg Knife are also numerous pirated versions.

Not to mention, in the days before leaving Asgard, under the guise of research, he actually took Odin's Gungnir and Thor's Mjolnir to make pirated copies. And now, those pirated versions of both artifacts are lying comfortably in his possession.

So now, he really doesn't think much of the counterfeit products published by the main god.

What intrigued him more was this Nightmare Beast from the Heroes of Might and Magic V world. Did he need a pet? No, what he lacked was a cool warhorse, and now, the horse had arrived! Though dead, it was alright. Good riddance! Now he could modify it however he wanted, couldn't he?

For example, you could simply change the horse to have eight legs, making it look like Odin's winged horse, Sleibnir! Then add a suit of dark gold armor and a cloak, and create two ravens. In worlds with Norse mythology, this would be a perfect Odin cosplay. Who could deny that it's Odin then? It would have the iconic eight-legged horse, Sleibnir, and the two ravens.

"Thank you so much, God, for giving us kills, equipment, and a mount!"

……

Of the entire demon squad, only these two were worthy of Xia Er's attention. Hmm... according to the main god's ranking system, these two were B+ and B respectively. No wonder they were able to put up a good fight against ten members of the Fran Street Dance Troupe, even after being bombarded with magic cannons by their own sister.

The other four, however, were not so impressive.

A mage, utterly worthless trash. Born from the God's enhancement and exchange system, they possess enhancements equivalent to a legendary-level spellcaster, but if they actually encounter those seasoned legendary veterans, they're doomed. Only the spells exchanged from the God are somewhat worthwhile, which Charles copied and gave to the Princess of the Age of Gods.

Speaking of these two forbidden spells called 'Falling from the Sky' and 'Death is the End of All Life'... uh, which system of magic does super-level magic and special skills belong to? They seem to be quite powerful, each one predicated on annihilating an army or destroying a city.

Unfortunately, these two spells seemed to consume a lot of energy and had a particularly long setup time. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to help his sister, who was deliberately trapped by that silver-haired guy under the pretense of "on-the-job training." Faced with the attacks of these two forbidden spells, this small part of the Fran Street Dance Troupe would probably have been wiped out instantly. Even the Flame Demon and the Dancer would have been doomed. They might have been able to withstand the former, but the latter's wide-area lethality was not so easy to deal with.

"Besides these two forbidden spells, this guy's rote learning is really eclectic, and he hasn't even bothered to learn how to use them better. He's definitely a third-rate spellcaster! At least learn from me! If you can't create, at least modify, right?"

He tossed the mage aside, then another ice mage reminded Xia Er of a certain penguin. With a narrowed eye and a powerful clench of his fist, he crushed the ice mage's soul to dust. Xia Er then transformed the shattered soul into soul fragments and fed them to the dogs.

Then there's an 80-level Wang Dachui, which seems to be enhanced with some kind of black technology. Xia Er can't use it, and none of his subordinates can either. He has no interest in using these low-level souls to create bosses, so he just throws them away to feed the dogs.

A high-ranking Templar whose psionic abilities have been enhanced—some of his skills are worth learning from, as they are powers derived purely from psychic energy. But it's just something to learn from. To be honest, with the current psychic energy of the Charr, unless he transforms into the Blade Queen of the Xel'Naga or Amon, he really wouldn't be interested in any other Charr.

Besides, he's skilled at manipulating fire, not lightning. And cosplaying Odin is fine; there's no need to cosplay Zeus, the great Alexandre Dumas.

Then, the last one, a Saint who was utterly defeated in the first wave of attacks from his own goddess. Unfortunately, he wasn't an official Saint, since the official Saint slots are mostly held by Athena, and it's obvious that a reincarnated Saint couldn't gain the recognition of a constellation. Therefore, he could only be a bootleg product of the main god; although a bootleg, his power system was perfectly replicated.

Since it lacks official authorization, it can't expect to gain the approval of the constellations. This means that even if the Dark Saint's Cosmo is enhanced to the Silver level, its strength will remain limited. Official Silver Saints, except for one who claims to rival Gold Saints, aren't particularly powerful, let alone a bootleg version. Lacking strong defensive techniques based on the Cosmo system and suffering from a slowing debuff, it's quite remarkable that this guy can still generate enough speed to dodge when an ordinary person would be crawling at a snail's pace.

Unfortunately, without the ability to achieve supersonic speed, there wasn't enough time to dodge the all-encompassing barrage of magical cannon fire. Thus, this Dark Silver Saint, whose speed was quite good and who was second only to the captain and vice-captain in the team, became the first to fall.

"Let me see, is this what they call Cosmo?" Manipulating the soul of the Dark Silver Saint in his hand, Charles easily extracted Cosmo from it. It must be said, although the Supreme God is unreliable in many ways, his enhancement abilities are undeniable. After careful study, Charles discovered that, theoretically, the Supreme God's enhancement only provides a seed of a power system and then directly helps it mature.

310. The Grand Gift: The Reincarnator (Part 2)

Convenient, quick, and easy. All that's left is to learn how to use it. But precisely because of this, the more you strengthen it, the more the reincarnator will rely on the main god's enhancement system. The beginning is fine, but later on... tsk tsk tsk, just thinking about it makes me realize how hard and painful it will be for this unfortunate Dark Silver Saint to accumulate enough savings to exchange for the Seventh Sense.

Not to mention, even if you strengthen your Cosmo to the Seventh Sense, you still need to strengthen your Cosmo to the level of a Gold Saint. Besides that, you'll need matching Gold Saint techniques and a full set of Gold Cloths… The cost-effectiveness of such an expense is simply too low.

However, this also makes the reincarnators easier to control. After all, to the God, the reincarnators are nothing more than cannon fodder. Of course, if these cannon fodder escape the God's control, then things will get very serious. The reincarnators harbor the greatest resentment towards the God. If they could, every reincarnator would want to kill the God without restraint. Without any restrictions, no one can guarantee that a chosen protagonist might emerge, kill the God, and transform him into a gentle, easily pushed-over loli, then have sex with him every day.

Believe me, those reincarnated beings filled with deep-seated hatred and resentment are absolutely capable of doing it.

Therefore, it's not surprising that the Supreme God blocks the path of reincarnators' advancement. In fact, if the strength of a reincarnator or reincarnation team becomes unbalanced, the Supreme God will definitely take the initiative to deal with those reincarnators or teams that exceed the balance. Although limited by its core rules, the Supreme God cannot actively eliminate reincarnators, nor can it issue death-defying missions to force them to do so. However, it can send reincarnators to dangerous worlds! This is perfectly reasonable. If, at this time, the reincarnators' missions are adjusted to be missions that will definitely lead to danger but not absolute certain death, then all problems can be perfectly solved.

"...So, the main god is really not friendly to reincarnators!" Xia Er directly crushed the soul of that Saint Seiya. "To strengthen to the seventh sense, the cosmos is truly awesome. Otherwise, what's the difference between silver and bronze? They're all cannon fodder. Of course, the five main characters who have cheat codes don't count."

"And a light-speed punch? Are you kidding me?! If a fist really reached the speed of light and you actually threw a hundred million punches, the Earth would be reduced to ashes!"

Ciel pursed his lips at this absurd setting, comparable to the Marvel universe. Thanks to being a god capable of adapting to, or rather, distorting, many rules, although his mind was currently conjured up with a lot of random ideas due to the machinations of a certain silver-haired character, this very ability allowed him to immediately put the power of his cosmos into practice after extracting it from the soul of this Dark Silver Saint.

However, Ciel soon decided to discard the power of his Cosmo. It was useless; having mastered the Cosmo of this Dark Silver Saint, Ciel easily amplified its power dozens of times, effortlessly reaching the so-called Gold Saint level. Then, after raising his Cosmo's energy to the Gold Saint level, he discovered that the so-called Seventh Sense was nothing special.

Reaching the so-called beam of light is simply impossible, or rather, it's only possible within the Saint Seiya world, relying on the rules of that world. Otherwise, the so-called seventh sense is merely a 'sense of time'.

The so-called "light-speed punch" simply creates a time domain derived from "time perception." Within this time domain, the Gold Saint can naturally unleash a light-speed punch—more precisely, a supersonic punch at the speed of light. Of course, when this time domain combines with the Gold Saint's cosmic energy, new changes will occur.