Chapter 302: This Saintly Incarnate Seems Kind of Dum

Looking at the “sin” on Feng Xue’s body, Dailisi felt a strange mix of emotions.

Although called “sin,” that term was inaccurate; the identification devices issued to her and other surveillance officers detected not so much “guilt” as “impact.”

That is, the aggregate of abnormal fluctuations an individual causes in the worlds under the Divine Realm’s jurisdiction.

In other words, if a jailer’s operational error directly allows a heinous prisoner to escape, every crime the prisoner commits afterward will carry a portion of its impact on the jailer.

Yet to be detected by the monitoring system, the impact must at least alter the developmental trajectory of a planetary civilization—and such an entity, upon entering the Exile Lands, would inevitably be recognized by world rules as a Demon King.

Since this world generated only one new profession template, it means only one Demon King entered. Based on player testimonies regarding dungeon generation, city siege battles, and other factors, it is nearly certain the Demon King is a demon dragon possessing both spellcasting and melee capabilities.

“So this kid really displaced a Demon King and inherited part of its karmic burden?”

Dailisi exhaled in relief—if this were illegal cross-world transit, the kid would need to have crossed at least seventeen or eighteen times to accrue such a sin—but if he accidentally released a Demon King…

“Gah! Could this be an S-class Demon King? But it doesn’t matter—if he displaced it, that means the capture failed, so he won’t appear here!”

Dailisi’s tension lasted only an instant before she reasserted the dignity of a higher-world goddess, one hand gripping her knight’s sword, releasing a faint trace of divine power, her expression stern, gaze blazing, like a fierce female officer arriving to apprehend a fugitive.

Seeing this “Saintly Incarnate” adopt such a posture, Feng Xue’s heart lurched—he already had his Double and Transport Techniques ready in hand—but just as he was about to activate them, the Saintly Incarnate stepped forward two paces and said:

“You are suspected of illegal cross-world transit, intrusion into a special world, endangering public safety, misappropriating public resources, detaining undead, and organizing prison breaks. Come with me!”

“What?” Feng Xue instantly activated his Double Technique—a paper doll fluttered down as his body appeared over ten meters away—but the Saintly Incarnate’s words were so absurd that his Transport Technique lagged half a beat, and in that delay, his arm was firmly clamped.

Cold, unyielding power radiated from the knight’s gauntlet; Feng Xue once again realized his physique was still pitifully weak.

“Now you’re charged with attempted escape as well.”

Feng Xue glanced at his pinned wrist, hesitated, then held back—he realized from the Saintly Incarnate’s words that this “Saintly Incarnate” was nothing like the fantasy-adventure archetype he imagined, but a genuine cross-world organization.

Thinking this through, Feng Xue calmed himself, glanced at the top of her head, and saw the same “no lifespan” status as Old Li—he finally confirmed this was not a being he could kill right now, so he shifted tactics and said:

“But logically, shouldn’t law enforcers present their credentials and authorization before making an arrest?”

But this remark struck right at Dailisi’s nerve—joking, as a public-sector employee, where did she get law enforcement authority? Yet she couldn’t show weakness now; she narrowed her eyes, mimicking the cold tone from entertainment media:

“Enough talk. You’ll see your credentials when we get there!”

“You’re willing to reason?” Feng Xue’s mind stirred—he decided to probe further. “Then carry me away. I didn’t choose to cross worlds. My old world was fine—until a truck just plowed me into this one. That’s insane! If you say illegal transit, why not go after the middlemen? I’m a victim too!”

“So you came through a legitimate transit route? Where’s your intermediary?” Dailisi suddenly realized this line of questioning was dangerous—if she dug deeper, she might uncover some senior officer’s unauthorized absence, and that would be trouble. She swiftly changed subject: “According to you, shouldn’t you be grateful for the transit? Otherwise, you’d be dead from that truck!”

"A legitimate transit route? Where’s your intermediary?" Here, Dailisi suddenly felt this topic was risky to pursue—what if she asked about some senior officer violating protocol and got herself into trouble? She quickly changed the subject: "According to you, shouldn’t you be grateful for the transit? Otherwise, you’d have been hit by a car!"

Feng Xue rolled his eyes, but internally he was savoring her words—this Saintly Incarnate seemed surprisingly dim; in just a few sentences, she’d revealed plenty.

For instance, truck-based transit was an official pathway—but required an “intermediary.” Hmm, something like Akua?

“So the first world really was one of those light-novel-style, sun-like settings?”

Seeing Feng Xue wouldn’t fall for her trap, Dailisi had no options—she couldn’t physically drag him out of this world.

Not because she couldn’t, but because if he remained here, he was both witness and evidence. If she took him out, she’d erase the most inexplicable part—“how he got in”—and the Transport Department would surely dump the blame on her.

After a moment’s thought, she shifted tactics, softening her tone:

“From what you say, you don’t want to cross worlds? Then do you want to go back? I can…”

"From what you’re saying, you don’t want to transit? Then do you want to go back? I can..."

“Well!” Dailisi’s temple twitched violently—she nearly punched him in the face.

“Didn’t you just say you didn’t want to cross worlds?”

“I didn’t want to—but the target I’m hunting also crossed into this world! Until I deal with it, I won’t go back!”

Feng Xue declared solemnly. Dailisi’s eyes lit up at this.

“Could he be a native Hero? If he gets an A-rank rating, we might actually profit!”

"Could you still be a native Hero? If you got an A-rank rating, you might even come out ahead!"

“The target you’re hunting… is that demon dragon?”

“Correct. I’ve used the power of local undead to seize the demon dragon’s source of power. Only one final piece remains to seal it completely.” Feng Xue gave a serious account of how he’d performed a ritual to extract eight talismans—gold, water, fire, earth, movement, stillness, wind, and aura—from the demon dragon. Dailisi listened, eyes gleaming.

“A top-tier Hero capable of soloing an A+ class Demon King? Even with world suppression, he’s still suppressed! Who would’ve thought this misfortune could turn into fortune? If we help him seal the Demon King, then return him to his original world to kill it—we’d gain an A+ purification metric!”

Thinking this through, Dailisi’s mood brightened instantly—even her budget deficit no longer mattered.

Joking, what were a few worlds’ resource deficits? Landing an A+ or even S-class Hero? Forget advertising fees or endorsement deals—just the paperwork fee for her transfer to permanent status would cover her debts!

Watching Dailisi’s eyes flicker with bizarre, anime-style light effects, Feng Xue’s lips twitched slightly—

“Sure enough… this Saintly Incarnate seems kind of dumb…”

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