I am the savior, do you have any objection?

Aizen should be back in a while. If he's willing, you can let him take over as Captain-Commander. If he's not willing, I'll come and talk to him. Anyway, I can come to this world anytime.

If I suddenly disappear for a long time, just assume I died on the roadside in some other world.

"Huh?" Everyone stood up in confusion upon hearing Kerry's words.

Kerry glanced down at the repair progress bar on the screen; it was clear that the progress was increasing at a faster rate during this period.

"Well then, bye-bye!"

Kree waved his hand and vanished from the world right before the eyes of Death and the Arrancar.

The monk who was writing documents in the Ling King's palace was suddenly startled!

Wait a minute! Wasn't the former emperor's hand just stolen and taken to another world, never to return?

……

He made his usual rounds around the worlds he had visited, sent Madara Uchiha and Hashirama Senju back to the ninja world, and hanged some clueless guys.

I always feel that these greedy guys are like NPCs in a magnetic field; one group dies and another group quickly appears.

If I disappear for a year or two, I'll start testing the waters, and after one or two tests, I'll want it to become the norm.

As Kerry traveled to more and more worlds, this process became quite time-consuming. Kerry felt that once Skynet developed a more versatile artificial intelligence, they would directly use AI to replace bureaucrats in making judgments about things.

When Kerry finally finished everything, he noticed that the chat group's repair progress bar had reached 90%.

Kerry invoked the system once again.

"Come on, let's start drawing from the world!"

[This should be the last world the host visited before the chat group was fixed, right? Aren't you going to Yu-Gi-Oh! A5?]

"Let's go after the repairs are done. Anyway, no matter how many people die there, they can be resurrected. It doesn't make much difference whether we go sooner or later. Didn't the dimensional war last for three years? I heard from Black Cat that they've only just finished the first year."

[Alright, this system is quite interested to see how you'll mess with that world, host.]

[World selection in progress...]

[①Because of the disappearance of an ordinary high school boy, Aleister has gone on a frantic search, believing that only a certain demon god from the magical side could have done this. He has unleashed all the power he can, and a war between technology and magic seems about to break out...]

[②The infamous Rick Sanchez of the multiverse, seemingly knowing he would face retribution after messing up the chat group, set up various devices in a parallel universe, putting countless beings throughout the universe under his threat...]

[③Because of the departure of the human leader Riku and his wife Shubi, and the destruction of the portal, the order of the land managed by humans and machine races lost its greatest support, and countless races are once again stirring up trouble for the Star Grail...]

Kerry looked at it.

"Aren't problems 1 and 3 solved once the chat group is fixed?"

The system only captures information about emergencies when it comes to capturing world events; it does not predict whether the situation will resolve itself.

The system replied in a somewhat soft and gentle tone.

"But it's not a big problem. I've wanted to go to that bunch of fly-men's lair for a long time."

Kerry placed his hand on the second option.

"Rick and Morty! Start!"

Chapter 419 To This Crazy World

Madness, confusion, or reality.

If you're looking for a world with endless possibilities, then this is the place for you.

Some of these guys are even more insane than the Sea Tigers, remaining unmoved even after slaughtering billions of lives in a single day.

Some of these guys are even more insane than the most chaotic idiots, capable of doing a lot of inexplicable things for some inexplicable reason.

If you don't understand this world, imagine that everyone in the world has the same logic as the fish in SpongeBob SquarePants, and then multiply that level of chaos by 10.

Even the City of the Moon is not enough; even Dark Souls seems merciful in comparison.

Galactus, Cybertronians, demons of hell, higher-dimensional beings, aliens, facehuggers, the consciousness of the planet itself, gods, bizarre alien parasites and cosmic viruses.

You can find any nightmare in the human heart here.

Like a fine wine carefully crafted by the devil, like an oil painting created by the devil.

The Dark Forest Theory simply doesn't apply here, because even within the solar system, every planet has its own native inhabitants.

There are no rules governing the universe; powerful civilizations and individuals treat weaker civilizations as mere toys.

Record a television program where representatives of civilizations perform; if they fail to pass the test, the entire planet will be destroyed.

If you disrupt time, you might be hunted down by the Time Manager; if you disrupt space, you might be torn apart by the hounds of Tindalos.

But that doesn't matter, because as long as you can kill those pursuers, you can do whatever you want.

Every moment, countless civilizations are born in this world, and countless civilizations are also heading towards extinction.

Saying that the universe is the end of all this is not enough, because when technology reaches Rick's level, he can even create a small world to power his spaceship.

……

If we were to use the terminology of human civilization, this region should be called the Perseus.

In an interstellar bar that could probably be found anywhere in a star system, there are hundreds of such bars.

A tiny crack, so small that it would be difficult for ordinary cosmic beings to observe with their eyes, opened up here.

A hunter is lying in wait here.

Amber-like purple pupils scanned everything around them. Inside the rift, the girl-like sage licked her lips.

That's right, this is Yakumo Yukari, who has never mentioned her current situation in the group.

It's not that she's so cautious by nature that she can't even talk about her own situation.

Simply put, she drew the worst possible lot.

If you told the other people in the group that the smart, clever, and well-liked group leader candidate, Sister You Curry, has been locked up in this wretched place for three whole months and is so destitute that she can only rely on fighting for food with those alien wildcats with multiple heads while others are dealing with their nearly expired ingredients, she would probably be mercilessly mocked by the group members, especially that guy named Kerry.

And what's most worrying is not her own situation.

Yukari Yakumo turned around and saw a girl in a red and white shrine maiden outfit that hadn't been washed in a while, and another girl with blonde hair wearing what looked like a maid outfit but a witch's hat, staring at her expectantly in the gap world.

This is why, in addition to competing with night owls for the processed food, she also needs to occasionally sneak around the store while others are distracted by their meals.

However, this is an extremely dangerous act, because although Yukari Yakumo does not know which world she has come to, she is quite certain that there are many people here with unusual abilities.

She once witnessed two drunkards fighting in the bar, their battle sending lasers and slime flying everywhere, nearly destroying half of the surface of this planet that consisted only of the bar and some space entertainment venues.

Of course, the two were eventually killed on the spot by the passing Galactic Federation government's fly soldiers.

In that instant, Yukari Yakumo realized that with her "god-like" abilities, she was nothing more than a stray dog ​​on the street in this world.

Unaware of the situation, she chose the safest option and remained huddled in the gap.

Of course, her current predicament is also due to the fact that she invested her points in her previous plans.

Even though the chat group channel is blocked, you can still redeem items with your points.

However, it's clear that her judgment wasn't very good; the project she invested in was the very one that had tried to bring in Lakri at the time.

That is, Rick's project.

This wave is a boomerang.

However, it's not fair to blame elderly people like Yakumo Yukari for being victims of telecom fraud.

With the group leader of the three groups, that abandoned emperor, acting as a notary, Yakumo Yukari truly didn't expect to encounter a madman.

In her eyes, no one in the world would be so stupid as to risk being kicked out of this multi-world platform to steal everyone's points.

As a result, not only did others dare to covet the points she invested, but they even dared to directly attack the chat group.

Now that she's invested most of her points and the rest into strengthening herself, Yakumo Yukari has completely become a humorist. Every day, besides chatting in the group and sneaking food at the bar, she spends her time watching the incredibly slow progress bar.

Yukari Yakumo glanced at the customers in the bar. Although she couldn't name them, she could roughly distinguish them.

At this moment, Yukari Yakumo's gaze was secretly fixed on a group of rather humanoid figures. They were dressed in the same clothes as heavy metal rock musicians, but their designs were somewhat abstract.

Some people stretched their entire face into a circle with iron mesh, some gouged out their eyes, leaving only eye sockets to look at people, some nailed every inch of their head skin, and some sealed their nostrils.

Although she didn't know what these guys were called, Yukari Yakumo knew that these things were unusual. They always arrived here through some kind of spatial means. Since they were here, Yukari Yakumo didn't plan to make a move. She would only start looking for a hunting spot when they left.

"Hey, do you know why I like coming here? Because there's this idiot who stares at us every time he comes, thinking we don't know, hehe!"

Meanwhile, at that moment, Yukari Yakumo was looking at the table where the hellish monks were chatting quietly.

"Oh, so you must have missed the last party. Rick brought his son-in-law. My god, that loser is a living hell of jokes. I laugh so hard my bones break every time I see him make a fool of himself."

"Damn it! You guys went to see that dangerous guy last time and didn't take me with you... Oh! It feels so good to be ignored by my friends!"

Just as these guys were chatting, the bar door opened.

Having changed out of his black and white kimono and into a very extravagant outfit, Kerry walked into the house.

As if it had its own life, the white ahoge on his head would even twist itself to avoid rubbing against the door frame.

"Hey! You guys over there, wanna hitch a ride to hell for a meal?"

Chapter 420 Are you also a cultivator?

Huge sunglasses, a meticulously styled hairstyle, a flashy open-chested jacket, and matching trousers.

Kerry's appearance was clearly that of someone who had changed his "style".

Will these strange clothes attract any attention in this eerie alien tavern?

No, because in this chaotic universe, all sorts of strangely shaped creatures exist.

In this world where no one knows how many things they've never seen before will they encounter on a single trip out, people simply see themselves as the protagonists of their own lives.

Kerry's abrupt entrance and speech drew little attention, except for the group he had mentioned; even the other patrons rarely glanced in his direction.

What kind of reaction would Kerry have to the things he was pointing at now, those things called Hell Monks who had miraculously survived despite having completely transformed his skin and flesh?

"Ha ha!"

laugh!

The hellish monk, who had stretched his entire face and inserted various syringes into his neck and the back of his head, laughed.

His laughter also made the other monks around him laugh.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Oh! This feeling, this feeling! Hmm... someone actually dared to provoke us! Come on! Friend, your behavior makes us feel embarrassed and angry, but it also makes us feel ashamed and pathetic, and makes us feel incredibly happy! Please take a seat!"

The emotions and feelings of the hellish monks in this world are the opposite of those of humans.

Humans can experience physical pleasure from things that cause them pain.

Feeling angry, dissatisfied, embarrassed, or even certain traits of others can make them feel mentally happy.

For example, Rick, the old man they talked about, was arrogant and said he looked down on everyone, but in fact he needed to get a sense of superiority from others. Every time Rick showed off or mocked others, they found the old man ridiculous.

In addition, Rick is the most dangerous person in the entire universe, and this sense of danger also makes them feel happy, so they are very willing to have fun with him.

The group of hellish monks were so happy they were pounding the table, and their laughter also made the green-skinned alien in the tavern, who had three heads but only one eye and a mouth on his stomach, laugh.

While Hellish monks may not be as formidable as supreme beings like the Great Gods, Timekeepers, Watchers, or Cthulhu, they are still quite difficult to deal with in this universe.

They've basically reached the point where they can just casually come out of space and kill a bunch of people for fun, and the local authorities wouldn't bother to hunt them down.

"Oh?" Kerry looked at the group and laughed, then laughed along with them.

And without any hesitation, he put his hands in his pockets and walked among them, sitting down in the spot they had made for him.

"Hey friend, the things you keep are disgusting."

One of the monks pointed somewhat disapprovingly at the Cupid on Kerry's shoulder.

The aesthetic sense of normal monks is completely opposite to that of humans. The more something is cute or beautiful to humans, the more disgusted they feel.

Kyubey turned his head and glanced at the hellish monk who had spoken, then turned his head away.

"Hehe! Friend, didn't you say you wanted to hitch a ride to hell? Why don't you perform some more laughable things, and then we'll dismember you, crush your bones inch by inch, and take your soul to hell so that the eternal flames can burn you forever? How about that?"

The leading monk held up a finger that looked like it had been gnawed by a dog, with flesh still attached to the bone, as if he had come up with a great idea.

“Hey, alright, since I need your help, I’ll put on a show. But my performance requires someone to cooperate. I wonder if you, you reckless fool, are willing?” Kerry pointed at him.