Chapter 285

He was among the first to awaken magic during the early days of the Sky Curtain, and he recently joined the Magic Suppression Agency, holding a C-level license.

Currently responsible for maintaining order here, he found these few suspicious and came over to test them.

As a result... a ninja?

What kind of joke is that?

In ancient times, the ninja profession was as low-class as it gets, right? In terms of status, they weren't even fit to lick a samurai's boots.

Even if it has been passed down to the present, how strong could they possibly be?

(This world lacks literary works about Koga or Iga ninjas; the hype about ninjas was actually learned by the official Neon Reverse Reverse Side from our *Invincible East* production crew.)

*Naruto* is hardly a ninja; that's completely a Daoist, alright? The Nine Words of Power, the Mysterious Gate and Hidden Armor, and immortal-art chakra that combines essence, energy, and spirit.)

This time, even Jiraiya had a tic mark appear on his forehead, and he said unpleasantly, "What's wrong with ninjas? Are you looking down on ninjas?"

Kitahara Iori silently pointed: "Go over, and you'll know."

Orochimaru and Jiraiya exchanged a glance.

Thirty seconds later.

The dense crowd suddenly realized in confusion that every so often, several strangely dressed figures would scream and rush fanatically toward the temple amidst flashes of various colored lights.

And then...

Like dumplings being dropped, they plunged one after another into the magma; most were wiped out instantly, while a small portion stared at the lava while bombarding the temple's barrier.

Then, presumably, that big shot grew impatient.

Bang!

Like fireworks, they exploded into gorgeous sparks, which were quite a sight.

By the lake.

Orochimaru and Jiraiya's bodies were as stiff as if they had been immobilized, their entire beings trembling.

Even those god-like figures from before, comparable to the First Hokage, had never frightened them like this.

But at this moment...

Recalling that vast, majestic aura that flashed by when the fireworks exploded, as if from a higher dimension...

Even the uninhibited Orochimaru felt a chill in his heart.

That was a majesty that exceeded the bounds of reason.

A long time later.

Jiraiya slowly turned his head, his face serious: "Orochimaru, I don't care how you conduct human experiments in our world, from now on you will not..."

"Experiments? What experiments? I don't know anything about that!"

Orochimaru looked bewildered: "Don't slander me; who doesn't know that I, Orochimaru, am a medical professional?"

180. The anti-transmigrators tremble: "Holy crap, Heroic Spirits? Holy crap, Noble Phantasms? Holy crap... Holy King!"

A brilliant rain of light, like a meteor shower, dragged its radiant glow as it scattered from the sky.

Amidst the setting sun like blood, it appeared incomparably beautiful.

But all the anti-transmigrators did not think so at all.

Those were the rampant, peerless powerhouses of their worlds.

Just like that, with a bang... they exploded?

The anti-transmigrators, who had originally thought the Divine Kingdom was nothing special, now had pale faces, their legs shaking.

And those like Orochimaru, fourth-Third Third Tier powerhouses on the level of world-ending disasters, understood that the sound was the truly terrifying part.

At this moment.

The former mass murderers and crazy scientists who made people tremble in their own worlds had all become pure white little rabbits.

By this time, the number of people who had transmigrated back from various different worlds had reached a terrifying six-digit level.

Naturally, this had already attracted attention.

After the slightest contact, the people from the other worlds were stunned.

Heroic Spirits?

【Noble Phantasms】, conceptual armaments sublimated from great achievements and legends?

【Beasts】 born from humanity, becoming stronger as humanity becomes more tyrannical, holding the logic of concepts?

The blind, idiotic Cthulhu pantheon?

The 【Holy King】 who saves everything?

A magic system that can reach the root of all things, the cause of all things?

Pupils earthquake.

Holy crap.

Does that mean the top-Third Third Tier existences of their worlds don't even count as fourth-rate in the Heavenly Realm?

Not even qualified to be cannon fodder on the real battlefield?

And these mortals of the Heavenly Realm, half a year ago, weren't even as good as the ordinary people of their worlds?

Looking at the dense crowd, where even the weakest had the physique of a veteran adventurer, scorching light bloomed in their eyes.

Is this the Heavenly Realm?

Their hearts were trembling with excitement.

But they still suppressed the excitement in their hearts, behaving as obediently as quails, lining up behind the dense crowd of "Divine Kingdom" mortals.

Obedient. pg.

On the Earth Reverse Reverse Side.

People were even more amazed.

These people actually came from hundreds of worlds?

And calculating the time, almost the moment after that voice issued the invitation, the gates of the Heavenly Realm appeared in hundreds of worlds.

Hiss~~

Another super big shot!

What surprised people even more was that many other worlds actually had faint traces of Earth transmigrators.

And they had played key roles in the history of various worlds.

"Earth is indeed very special... ."

Many people muttered.

It might really be the Heavenly Realm.

Synthesizing the similarities, it's completely a case of the little brother not being able to hold on and asking the big boss to borrow people.

And it's the unremarkable mortals from Earth who, upon going to other worlds, seem to have cheats, killing everything and completing amazing feats at an astonishing speed!

Just like the most standard protagonist in a light novel.

As a reader, one might not like other-world trashy novels, but as the protagonist inside...

Hiss~ it feels amazing.

People were so jealous their eyes turned red.

It wasn't anything else.

It was that these bastards, nine out of ten, had harems—elf princesses, fairy queens, succubi... Damn it, can your kidneys handle it?

Some people also sighed.

"If it were on Earth, with the great feats they accomplished, they might have sublimated into Heroic Spirits."

Others said bitterly: "Yeah, maybe even quite powerful Heroic Spirits; after all, Heroic Spirits are generally stronger dead than alive, but unfortunately, there's no chance now."

"Wait, no, do you think the purpose of letting them transmigrate was for this? After all, it's too hard to accomplish great feats on Earth..."

Suddenly someone thought of a question.

Before finishing, they shivered themselves.

Netizens were also scared by them.

Holy crap, that's actually quite possible.

After all, the strongest point of a Heroic Spirit lies in the Noble Phantasm, and Noble Phantasms are mostly the sublimation of great feats. What if they accomplish great feats in another world and then become Heroic Spirits in reality?

It's possible that among the people who came back, there are former transmigrators.

Then if there really is a black hand, would their goal be... the Throne of Heroes?