Chapter 93: The Grace of the Great Ming God Is Unrepayable

Thick clouds gradually dispersed; after the rain, the early spring showers had washed the earth, renewing all things.

Along the horizon, beneath soft twilight hues, a bright sun hung silently in place.

Indeed, in the blink of an eye, Jia Ji had returned to the Northern Dipper World, the place he knew best.

Though he had just returned during a rainstorm, soaking his entire body, his North High–exclusive dark green sport jacket and pure white undershirt clung tightly to his skin, dripping water steadily downward.

Of course, the special properties it once carried had vanished; now he had to be especially careful not to tear his clothes and have to mend them himself.

Jia Ji felt the long-missed breath of freedom, gazing at the distant sky, where countless raindrops danced in his vision; though drenched, he felt wonderfully refreshed.

His lungs expanded as he drew in a deep breath; a cool sensation shot into his brain, invigorating his spirit.

Even at the end of the century, he felt the comfort of being home—escaped from Liang Gong Rihari’s grasp, everything now carried a sense of liberation.

Another fine day today.

“This time, I really owe You Xi thanks.”

Jia Ji reattached “Prometheus” to his waist; weapons like this didn’t need concealment in this world—displaying them openly actually lent a deterrent presence.

He tucked another glass vial filled with mysterious liquid safely into his pocket, ensuring it wouldn’t be easily lost, then found shelter from the rain and cultivated to dry his clothes.

The vial contained, naturally, the medicine he had painstakingly earned as a student in the other world, meant to cure Tuo Qi.

In the afternoon, Changmen Youxi seemed to already know what he intended to do; she said nothing, handed him the vial half a month ahead of schedule, and helped him make up his mind to leave the group.

He didn’t know how she had convinced the Information Synthesis Consciousness, but it had helped him immensely.

After all, no matter how angry Liang Gong became, bound by her own self-awareness, she could never simply kill Jia Ji on the spot; any ripples caused by her emotional fluctuations would be handled by Xu and the alien.

Once time passed and she searched everywhere—up to heaven, down to earth—and found nothing, even Liang Gong Rihari would treat Jia Ji as a memory worth forgetting; everyone knew this woman would never stagnate over any single thing.

As for Liang Gong Rihari chasing after him?

Are you kidding?

This is a multiverse chat group!

So what if she’s a god? Even gods can’t cross dimensions!

She can only watch me leave! That’s power! Do you understand?

Just imagining Liang Gong Rihari—once so haughty, now furious—made Jia Ji burst out laughing.

“Legs or chest?” A nearby voice suddenly asked—a clear, youthful tone, yet tinged with impatience.

“Personality. Personality matters more,” Jia Ji replied without looking up.

Something was off. He suddenly realized why anyone would ask such a question.

“Hey, if you’re not buying, don’t block the door!” The voice came again; this time Jia Ji looked closely—and smelled the aroma—it was the roadside KFC he’d visited several times.

A blonde girl in a staff cap, her hair braided, glared at him with clear annoyance; she clearly remembered this distinctive figure, but now saw him only as an obstruction, her eyes fixed solely on business.

So KFC had become his respawn point—every time he returned, he had to sit and rest? Next time, remember to refill my HP and MP too.

He smiled apologetically, bought a chicken leg, ate as he hurried back.

With his physical strength and speed—at least triple that of an ordinary person—he could outpace even horses naturally bred for running.

The Northern Dipper Dojo wasn’t far—just over a hundred kilometers—and the route was utterly familiar; he returned home in just over two hours.

Yet for some reason, the closer he got to the Northern Dipper Dojo, the more uneasy he felt—his mind restless, his heart fluttering, as if another unexpected twist loomed ahead.

“Tuo Qi!”

Seeing three familiar figures, he exhaled in relief—everyone had remained unharmed during his absence.

“Jia… Jia Ji? You’re back?!” Tuo Qi stared closely, recognizing his younger brother after three months apart; his stature had grown slightly, his expression calmer, his ability to conceal his aura stronger—and yet… and yet…

Tuo Qi, usually impassive and composed, exclaimed in surprise: “You didn’t go to school, did you?!”

As everyone knew, the four Northern Dipper brothers were bound by shared blood; none had ever attended school or studied formally. Though not illiterate, they were utterly unfamiliar with the concept of school—and deep inside, each harbored a faint longing for it.

“Forget that trivial matter for now—drink this first!”

Without hesitation, Jia Ji uncorked the vial and, with lightning speed, poured the entire contents down Tuo Qi’s throat; his sense of unease grew heavier.

Tuo Qi, eyes wide in rare shock, swallowed the small amount of mysterious liquid in two gulps and immediately demanded: “What did you just give me?!”

He felt warmth spreading through his entire body; his post-training fatigue, lingering injuries from recent sparring, and even certain hidden afflictions deep within his body—all vanished.

Though it was noon, seven stars suddenly blazed into view in the sky.

“Don’t worry about those—”

Just as he was about to say more, a notification appeared: someone had mentioned him in the chat group.

【Chang???Shen: ■■■■@Da Meng Shen】

How could this be?

The multiverse chat group, capable of crossing worlds, seemed under some mysterious attack; even its basic interface failed to display. Though still functioning, Jia Ji could only see a flickering mass of garbled text.

Delirium, or haze—it didn’t matter.

Hallucinations appeared.

Strange, shifting visions, blurred memories and voices, flooded his sight; his rapidly changing field of view filled with familiar yet alien people, events, and objects.

Like two photographs overlaid, one layer stacked atop another, their colors blending together.

Though standing in the open Northern Dipper Qi Refining Dojo, Jia Ji clearly saw Tuo Qi, shaking his shoulder with concern—yet beside him stood laughing, playing teenagers, all wearing North High uniforms.

“Big Brother Jia Ji, what’s wrong?”

Ken Shi Lang, sensing something amiss, also approached; meanwhile, classmates—some familiar, some not—from North High chatted and gossiped, passing right through Jia Ji’s body.

The overlapping visuals grew denser; familiar faces multiplied—Xu, Gu Quan… and Changmen Youxi, seemingly speaking to him but too faint to hear—until that person appeared…

“You can provoke dragons and tigers, but never me! Wait! I’ll find you—through heaven and earth, I’ll find you!!”

The furious girl, the SOS Club president, Liang Gong Rihari herself, slammed her fist onto the blackboard before her, sending chalk dust cascading down.

The illusory world before Jia Ji trembled.

“Done for!”

(End of Chapter)