Zongman: Please stop destroying the worldview!

After briefly telling her about Liuhua and her group, Chen Mo told her to hide in the wizard tower first and he would be back soon.

Xiangzi: "Then how do you get into your house?"

Chen Mo: "There's someone at my house. You can open the door by simply pressing the doorknob."

Xiangzi pressed the door handle half-believingly, and the door opened immediately.

Yuta: "So this door isn't locked at all?"

Xiangzi: "Chen Mo usually doesn't lock the door, so come in first - where is this?!"

Looking at Chen Mo's fully evolved Mage Tower, Xiangzi was also shocked and almost thought he had walked into the wrong place: "When did Chen Mo's house become like this?"

From a room as cramped and shabby as the rental house he lived in, he suddenly became a spacious and bright office, with access to the living area at the back. No, this made sense, didn't it?

It's not scientific, but it's magical.

"So cool!"

Liuhua and the other two followed him into the house and saw the various exhibits displayed in Chen Mo's office, from various swords, guns, sticks and clubs to the magical firearms hanging on the wall, from the holy sword that looked like it was made up of fragments to the particle crossbow that looked very sci-fi and violent in shape. The three of them who used to be suffering from the second-year syndrome all had the urge to take it down and wave it in their hands.

There is even a stuffed bear in the corner, with three bears stacked together: a polar bear at the bottom, a panda in the middle, and a brown bear at the top. It is holding a sign that says "The stuffed bear may come back to life, please do not move."

Xiangzi: "Don't move, this could be dangerous."

Liuhua nodded in tacit understanding: "I understand. Curiosity will kill the arrogant seeker!"

Yuta felt itchy, but he took his hand back: "Let's not talk about that, you can't touch other people's things!"

Xiangzi walked to the side and looked at a small altar: "Who is Chen Mo worshipping?"

She felt curious. She didn't know the situation of Chen Mo's former relatives or friends. Was he commemorating his parents or friends?

Even though I already see him as a target of revenge, if he truly has experienced the pain of losing a loved one or a close friend, shouldn't I be more gentle with him? After all, we're in the same boat.

Xiangzi leaned over to look and saw a black and white photo of a dragon on the altar. In front of the photo were three incense sticks and a few steamed buns, and there were elegiac couplets around the photo.

The first line is "When mana is scarce, lend a hand", the second line is "Caring for the poor warms my heart"

Horizontal banner: "No resurrection allowed"

Xiangzi's slightly sad mood suddenly disappeared: "Which dragon is so unlucky to be cursed by Chen Mo like this? This idiot is crazy!"

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After looking around, Yongtai asked, "By the way, where is the person Mr. Chen Mo said stayed here?"

"I'm here."

The ethereal voice gave goosebumps to everyone present. Itomori transformed into a human form, walked through the floor from the basement, and appeared in front of everyone.

"Ahhh! It appeared!"

"There's a ghost!"

"Help! Chen Mo, there's a ghost in your house!"

Xiangzi and his three companions were so frightened that they rolled and crawled against the wall. Suddenly, a spirit emerged from the floor at night. Unfortunately, the human form of Itomori had a blurry face, some female features, and a foxy appearance. It was obviously a ghost or a monster!

"Don't, don't, don't come over here! Everyone, everyone stand behind me!"

Rikka stood in front of everyone and opened her flower umbrella towards Itomori:

"My True Eye of the Evil King is invincible! If you dare to come near me, I will use the [Fallen Angel's Punishment] to turn your soul into ashes!"

Rikka stammered a warning, her legs practically shaking so much they were about to fall apart. Yuta stepped in front of the terrified Rikka and tried to negotiate with the ghost:

"Hey, uh, friend, we have no grudge against you, please don't hurt us! Mr. Chen Mo will be back soon, and he won't let you off even if his friends get hurt!"

Itomori tilted his head and replied in surprise, "I won't hurt you. It was Master Chen Mo who asked me to receive you here."

Hearing what Itomori said, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and Rikka even sat down directly on the ground.

But Senxia still looked quite scared: "So are you a human or a ghost?"

Itomori: "I am a god, please at least show me some respect!"

Xiangzi: "The Lord God is actually like this. Wait, there is even a god in Chen Mo's family?!"

Itomori observed everyone's defensiveness and muttered to himself, "I'm quite satisfied with this human form. It was quite popular when it appeared in Itomori Town. Could it be that aesthetic tastes have changed so much with the changing times?"

"Master Chen Mo said that my human form is not as cute as my fox form. Is that true?"

Then, Itomori shrank into the form of a small fox with red stripes in its white fur. It lightly leaped in front of the crowd, wagging its tail and asking, "Is this form better?"

Sen Xia, who was terrified just now, suddenly had his eyes light up: "Wow, what a cute fox!"

Liuhua held out her hand: "God, can I touch you? I will offer you an offering!"

Even Xiangzi was thoughtful, "Next time I come, I will buy some fried tofu..."

After getting Itomori's permission, Rikka and Morika approached her cautiously and reached out to touch her beautiful fur.

Unfortunately, because it is a spirit, it feels like touching jelly, and it does not have the soft hair feeling that I imagined.

Seeing everyone let down their guard, Itomori was puzzled. "A human form is more like you, so why aren't you afraid of a talking fox?"

Yongtai complained loudly: "Rather than encountering a blurry figure at night, of course a talking animal is more pleasing!"

Chapter 24 Prelude to a Rainy Night

The rain kept falling, and the lead-gray sky hung heavily over the city.

At this time, Torizuka, with exaggerated blush and a frivolous smile on her face, stood on the top of a tall building overlooking the street.

The cult of smiles and love on the streets is expanding rapidly, with hundreds of newly joined believers marching on the streets while chanting slogans from the Dark Codex.

Niaoshu opened his arms and shouted. Amidst the rain curtain that stretched across the sky, tiny, transparent structures began to form, transmitting his voice far away:

"How long has it been since you guys were free and drenched in the rain? Stop hiding under those boring eaves and come out to drench yourself in the rain together, and laugh together in this natural weather!"

"Open your hearts! Smile! We are the safest place to be! We are the most sociable group!"

Wherever the slogans reached, people emerged from their homes, spontaneously forming processions. On major online forums, united believers quickly flooded the internet with topics promoting their teachings. Even longtime homebodies were drawn in, taking to the streets to enjoy the peace of mind of mingling with like-minded people.

The size of the Smile and Love Sect increased by thousands of times that night, and their leader swelled up in size, immersed in a state of triumphant joy.

The power of faith of the believers was transmitted to Niaoshu's body along the transparent structure in the raindrops. A green light emerged from under his skin, which was a sign that the power was about to reach its limit.

"Great! If this continues, I'll soon become a true god and rule the world!"

Niao Shu laughed with satisfaction, but a dissatisfied voice came from behind him: "Hey, your efficiency is too slow. Hurry up and stretch this container to its limit and then switch to the next one."

Niao Shu turned around, the smile on his face fell, revealing a sense of disgust: "It's not your turn to tell me what to do!"

A male elf in a golden-green robe appeared behind Birdbund. He appeared out of thin air with a loud bang and scolded Birdbund contemptuously:

"Don't get carried away. Without our support, your small sect would never reach its current size. As a mere indigenous evil spirit, it's an honor for you to be part of the Supreme Plan."

If Chen Mo were here, he would have recognized him immediately. He was one of the higher-ups in the Planeswalker Camp, responsible for managing the camp's logistics. This guy, named Vilanthar, was the epitome of the elf's stereotype: powerful yet unbearably arrogant.

Vilanser held Niaozhu's body against his staff, and blue and red power flowed, suppressing the green light on his body's surface.

"Your use of ritual is inferior to a troll's boots.

By spreading that crudely crafted so-called holy book, you can convince mortals who have even a sliver of recognition to become your followers. This method only works in the early stages. How big is your sect now?

With such power, why are you still seeking recognition? Just use the spreading spiritual energy to force brainwashing. Those followers who worship you, quickly erase their personalities. Why are you still keeping their self-awareness? Are you waiting for a rebellion?

Veins popped out on Toushu's scalp: "I refuse!"

"Idiot! Do as I say, and you'll control all of Tokyo tonight! Now that you've come this far, why are you still hesitating? Don't you want to be the god of this world?"

With a wave of his hand, Toushu replied with a voice full of the power of swallowing up the world:

“It is precisely because I want to rule this world that I won’t harm them!

I want the whole world to live in the heaven ruled by me, so that everyone can be happy and everyone can sincerely worship and recognize me!

"If I kill the souls of those who believe in me, what's the point of ruling the world!?"

Vilanthar retracted his staff, his eyes twitching for a moment as he struggled to suppress his impolite outburst. "I told you long ago that we shouldn't be working with this stupid, bubbling evil spirit! The member of 'Claw' is obviously more suitable for us. If it weren't for Irene—Alas!"

As they spoke, another planeswalker appeared out of thin air beside them. It was the stone-skinned figure with ice crystals covering the left half of his body and arcs of electricity wrapped around the right half. Frostveil, the planeswalker, reported to Vilanthar in a muffled voice, "Velan, we have found a world with ancient dragon eggs."

Vilanthar raised an eyebrow. "Then why wasn't it brought here? The time anchor point should have been fixed, right?"

Frostveil: "We encountered an attack from Teferi on the way. That time mage is very formidable. The destruction of the planeswalker camp seems to have attracted the attention of the Guardian Alliance."

Vilanthar took another deep breath. Lately, he'd been plagued by one irritating event after another. First, the planeswalker camp had been destroyed. The planeswalkers under his watch had fled, stealing most of the camp's vital assets and destroying the all-important quest book system. As a result, both manpower and resources were severely limited, forcing even a high-ranking official like him to condescend to cooperate with the natives of this world.

Secondly, all the plans were not progressing smoothly. Without the efficient communication of the Mission Book, carrying out missions separately in different worlds was almost equivalent to losing contact, and there were very few good news to hear every time we met.

While these were minor matters, what frightened and worried Vilanser the most was the Supreme's abandonment of them.

The Supreme merely looked away for a moment, and the group of planeswalkers escaped right under his nose, destroying decades of operations. Even a traitor appeared in the camp's top management!

We are such a bunch of rubbish! Thinking of this, Vilanser wanted to kneel down and commit suicide. We relied on the infinite power of the Supreme Being, but we fell into such laziness and suffered such humiliation!

Ever since the destruction of the Planeswalker Camp, the Supreme One has never contacted us again. He must have abandoned us because of our incompetence!

No, this can't be done, Vilanser gritted his teeth, his expression ferocious, we must achieve something and let the Supreme see our value again!

The plan that was set before is still being implemented. As long as we can accomplish one thing, the Supreme will definitely turn his attention to us again!

Vilanser fiercely ordered Frost Vein, "Too slow! Before that useless Little Dimple could grow up, the powerful natives of this world would have already found an opportunity to destroy him. This method of accumulating power is too slow, and the Supreme's patience is limited. We must obtain the World-Devouring Curse in Chen Mo's hands!"

Shuangmai, I'll leave the Heavenly God Project to you. I'll go find Chen Mo. According to the intelligence, he shouldn't have left this world yet!"

The invasion of the magic chat group did yield considerable gains. At least Vilanser learned that Chen Mo was still in this world.

According to intelligence, he has a very good relationship with several powerful indigenous people here, such as the psychic Saiki Kusuo and the psychic Reigen Arata who destroyed the mountain god.

Did he think that this would protect him? In the face of the Planeswalkers' power, a mere powerful being from a single dimension was nothing!

Frost Vein made a sound like rocks crushing against each other. "But, Ms. Irene has set a rule. As planeswalkers, we must never attack Chen Mo. If we encounter him in battle, we must evacuate as quickly as possible..."

Vilanthar: "Don't worry about what that old woman Irene says! Are her rules more important or the Supreme's attention?!

I've noticed long ago that Ailin is too caring towards the newcomer Chen Mo. Just because Chen Mo has great potential, she feels pity for him and gives him a break everywhere!

Back in the Dream Island world, we should have surrounded and killed Chen Mo when his mana was exhausted after releasing the meteorite! Irene is too soft-hearted and is no longer suitable to be a commander!

Red and blue lightning danced on the elf's robe. Frost Vein knew that once Vilanthar made a decision, no one could change it except the Supreme, so he had to stop talking.