Chapter 1

Not of this era's Fool, the mysterious sovereign above the Gray Mist, the Yellow-Black King who holds good fortune.

Dali softly murmured the Fool's honorific, thinking he could come to that familiar bronze long table, see the thick Gray Mist, and at the same time hear Miss Justice's friendly 'good afternoon'.

Of course, there is also that towering figure hidden behind the Gray Mist.

But in the next moment, Dali suddenly woke up.

Looking around, Dali fell into deep confusion.

This place is so unfamiliar, yet so familiar.

The soft big bed, the warm blanket, the air filled with a gentle coolness, morning light seeping through the curtain's gap, one could see floating dust dancing in the beam.

This place is warm, tranquil, with a long-lost, soothing atmosphere.

This place has the taste of home.

"This is... my childhood bedroom..."

Finally, Dali remembered.

This is his childhood bedroom, the one that belonged solely to him before he crossed over into that bizarre, crazy world, the place that could be called home.

For a moment, Dali's eyes filled with hot tears.

He didn't know how to describe his feelings at this moment; he felt like he was floating in midair, with nothing beneath his feet.

"Dear Dada, are you up? Today is your birthday, we agreed to go to the zoo, don't stay in bed."

A familiar yet somewhat strange voice came, that was his mother's voice.

"I... I'm up." Dali suppressed his heartbeat and said to the outside.

"Oh, okay sweetheart, then put on your clothes and come down quickly, there are many gifts waiting for you to open."

"Dear sweetheart, happy birthday."

Outside, Penny laughed as she went downstairs to prepare breakfast.

Today her Dada little treasure was great; when she called him to get up, he immediately agreed, seeming to have truly grown up, becoming a little man.

Penny felt very proud for a moment.

When she reached the stairwell, her face quickly fell, her thin cheeks drooping longer than a donkey's.

Bang bang!

"Get up, get out of bed, hurry!"

Penny quickly pounded on the door of the stairwell storage room, shouting loudly.

Compared to her beloved son, this nephew really doesn't let her rest easy; today is Dali's eleventh birthday, yet he's still sleeping in.

Upstairs, Dali had dressed and stood before the mirror looking at himself.

Gold-colored hair lay flat on his chubby head, a plump figure where the neck was barely visible, a pink, round face, and a pair of watery blue eyes.

To be honest, Dali was startled when he saw himself like that.

"I actually looked this... disgusting as a child?"

Dali stuck out his tongue; he simply couldn't accept himself at that time.

He twisted his body and came to the window, out of sight, out of mind, even though that person was himself.

Whoosh!

He flung open the curtains, letting the outside sunlight fall on his body, casting a pale yellow halo on his skin.

At that moment, Dali felt a long-lost warmth.

He no longer had to face that eerie, crazy world; he no longer had to worry about losing control, nor about sudden attacks from the uncanny.

No need to worry about someone entering your dreams to interrogate you while you sleep, no need to worry about being dragged away to bear children, and certainly no need to worry about turning into a woman after taking a dose of Magic Pill.

Oh, the taste of being a Witch is really nice.

Dali felt the warmth of the sunlight, breathed in the damp air outside the window, and savored this beautiful, peaceful life.

"Run slowly, wait for me."

"Come chase me, come on, hahaha."

On the street outside the window, several children were chasing and playing, their smiles bathed in sunlight appearing so innocent.

Dali raised his right hand, pushed forward, and chanted in Hermes Language.

"No running here!"

However, nothing happened; those children continued to run swiftly, unaffected in the slightest.

"As expected, this is a normal world without the uncanny—how wonderful."

Dali chuckled.

Although that world had various uncanny abilities, even a Path to Divinity, hometown is still hometown, and family is always family.

Some things are only appreciated after they are lost.

Especially after having gone to such an uncanny world.

He remembered someone saying that Extraordinary Ones were nothing more than a group of pitiful creatures constantly facing loss of control and danger.

"How nice, it feels great to be back."

"Without Extraordinary Ability, I'll just live an ordinary life."

"Oh, right, my parents—they absolutely don't want anything to do with the uncanny; if they knew their son had once crossed over to such an uncanny world, they'd probably go crazy on the spot."

Dali laughed happily.

Those childhood memories began to gradually become clear, as if from another lifetime.

"Sweetheart, are you dressed?"

Outside the door, Penny's voice came again.

"All right, I'm coming down right away."

Dali quickly replied.

Today is his eleventh Birthday, he ought to have a good time.

Dali flung open the door, came down from the second-floor Bedroom, and was greeted by his parents' enthusiastic kisses and warm blessings.

At the same time, Dali also saw a thin figure, who was smoking meat in the kitchen.

Messy black hair, wearing a pair of old glasses, dressed in clothes far too big for his body, occasionally glancing over here, wary yet tinged with a hint of envy.

"Harry."

Dali recalled that there was also a young cousin living in his home.

Immediately, the past events flashed quickly in his mind—he had chased and beaten Harry, used Harry as a punching bag, urged classmates to bully Harry, leaving Harry without any friends at school……

All of this, did I really do these things?

Dali found it hard to believe, but he knew this was the fact.

In a daze, Dali recalled the moment he had just transmigrated into that Guiyi Shijie, his parents had died, and at only six or seven years old he was living with relatives, while what he faced was the same: being bullied, abused, not eating enough, not staying warm, often getting beaten, having to work in a dark factory, and even nearly being sold to a wealthy merchant's household.

Having grown up in indulgence, Dali Li barely managed to survive, almost dying outright.

If it weren't for some incident where his later captain rescued him, setting him on the extraordinary path, he surely could not have grown up alive in that environment.

At that time, Dali Li constantly Belief that this was his punishment and retribution, because of the things he had done to Harry, which caused him to endure those horrible experiences after transmigrating.

In this normal world you might not face retribution, but in the truly divine world, anything could happen.

Only when one personally feels that despair and fear can one possibly reflect on oneself and see oneself clearly.

Later, Dali's strength gradually grew, and on the extraordinary path he went further and further, but he ultimately did not go to his relatives' home to take revenge on those people; to him, that was the retribution he ought to bear.