Chapter 113: Chen Nan

After truly entering the Court of Star Mian , he did not rush to study Orpheros’s affairs.

Hermes told Ruan Mei and Screw Gumu to first familiarize themselves with the environment.

If needed, they could also establish their own laboratory first.

Just as Hermes was preparing to chart a cultivation path for Beichangtan, this little cutie, and to study the Legend Points and Fuben Source obtained from the Fuben , a notification from the chat group sounded in his ear.

【Ding, member Chen Nan has joined the chat group.】

【Ding, member Zhang Zhiwei has joined the chat group.】

Though not long, it felt like no new members had joined in ages?

Hermes raised an eyebrow, then set aside what he was doing and turned his attention to the chat group.

Due to the new member’s arrival, the group members immersed in the joy of clearing Fuben were finally startled.

At this moment, within the chat group.

Kage : “Sofa! Welcome, new member!”

Luo Qianqiu: “I feel Fluorescence’s reaction speed is getting faster—I came in first, yet still lagged behind Itachi by several seconds.”

Luo Qianqiu: “Welcome, new member. Remember to digest the information in your mind before speaking, to avoid baseless doubts and waste everyone’s time.”

Beichangtan: “Welcome. Is the new member a sister?”

Sherona: “I’ve been gathering doctors to study the Wave Guidance cultivation system; it’s been a long time since I logged in—I feel a bit unfamiliar.”

Sherona: “Still, welcome, new member.”

He Xi: “Also welcome, new member. Of course, if the new member is a pretty little sister, that’d be even better.”

Drago: “If the new member needs anything, ask the group owner—she might know details about your world. The information in your mind should’ve already explained everything, right?”

Ning Qingyu: “Correct. Sometimes, knowing the truth about your world in advance might prevent many pointless sacrifices.”

Lu Dongbin: “It feels like Drago and Ning Qingyu have deep feelings about this?”

Lu Dongbin: “Still, it’s true—if Itachi know your world’s cosmology, Itachi can avoid straying from the right path to the greatest extent.”

Indeks: “Exactly, exactly—if it weren’t for Sister Qianqiu’s information, I’d probably have had my memories erased again by now.”

Chen Nan: “A chat group spanning all dimensions?”

Chen Nan: “Excellent. Truly excellent. There’s finally hope!”

Feeling his consciousness linked to the chat group, Chen Nan slowly closed his bloodshot eyes, tears involuntarily streaming down his cheeks.

Every time he recalled the scene of his initial transmigration, Chen Nan, gazing at the distant city, could not help but feel nausea, revulsion, and sorrow.

Before transmigration, he had been staring at the frozen screen of the ending theme of “Black Bullet.”

The next instant, he was seized by dizziness and found himself in this familiar yet alien world.

That was a memory etched into his soul!

Before transmigration, he already knew this was a sick, irredeemable world.

But his experiences after transmigration once again shattered his perception of this world—

It was a scene that nearly drove him mad!

He watched several living children, pale-faced, curled up miserably beneath a leaking eave, clad only in tattered single garments, lips turned purple from cold…

He saw their tiny eyes, those two faint flickers of light that nearly stopped his heart…

That cruel memory still clung tightly to his mind, never once letting him forget!

Even though he had seen it countless times in anime.

But how could anime scenes compare to witnessing it firsthand in reality—the suffocating grief it brought him?

Before transmigration, Chen Nan was not some sentimental do-gooder who couldn’t bear human suffering.

But he had undergone nine years of compulsory education and developed a proper worldview.

His values did not permit him to remain indifferent before such scenes!

Yet—

Just as he was about to reach out his hand, those children lost their breath under the malice of filthy, demon-like creatures wearing human skins…

And Chen Nan could only watch helplessly.

Then, powerless, he watched the children’s corpses discarded like broken trash…

That scene nearly drove him insane!

Now, he had joined the chat group—the classic cheat from his Qianshi novels…

Slowly opening his eyes, Chen Nan stared at the distant city, his gaze filled with icy emotion.

“Interesting. A chat group linking all dimensions… Perhaps my next breakthrough lies here.”

At the peak of Longhu Mountain, Zhang Zhiwei read through these newly appeared pieces of information, and a long-absent passion stirred within him.

Originally, having reached the end of the Qi path, he now felt a new direction had opened ahead.

Luo Qianqiu: “@Chen Nan, strange—I’ve thought and thought, but I can’t recall this name at all?”

Luo Qianqiu: “According to the chat group’s recruitment mechanism, it shouldn’t pull in random bystanders.”

Luo Qianqiu: “If convenient, could Itachi describe your world? I’ll try to determine which world Itachi’re from.”

Chen Nan: “No need to trouble yourself, group owner. Even if Itachi haven’t watched ‘Black Bullet,’ Itachi’ve surely heard of it?”

Chen Nan: “I transmigrated into this world a year ago.”

Kage : “!!!”

Sherona: “!!!”

…

Aozaki Chengzi : “!!!”

Kage : “@Luo Qianqiu @Hermes, did Itachi just recruit another compatriot?”

Li Hanyi: “Isn’t transmigrator rare? We’re barely a few dozen people in this group—already three transmigrators? It’s unbelievable.”

Chen Nan: “Huh? Besides the group owner, there’s another transmigrator?”

Hermes: “Stop fixating on transmigrators for now.”

Hermes: “@Chen Nan, Itachi’re saying Itachi transmigrated into the ‘Black Bullet’ world?!!”

Luo Qianqiu: “Gah! I can’t imagine what this anime would look like as a real world.”

Luo Qianqiu: “@Chen Nan, how’s your mental state?”

Recalling Chen Nan had been transmigrated for a year, Luo Qianqiu sucked in a breath and asked cautiously.

All of them were transmigrators—they knew better than anyone how foul this world truly was.

Any transmigrator with normal values, witnessing this world firsthand… the psychological trauma…

Luo Qianqiu could only say: maintaining sanity was already proof of ironclad spiritual resolve.

As for joining the corruption?

That was impossible.

Anyone who joined this chat group had already been filtered.