[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-the-system-protagonist-joined-a-cross-dimensio":3,"chapter-i-the-system-protagonist-joined-a-cross-dimensio-i-the-system-protagonist-joined-a-cross-dimensio-chapter-40":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I, the System Protagonist, Joined a Cross-Dimensional Chat Group",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2292700,4485,"Chapter 40: Sweet Dreams","i-the-system-protagonist-joined-a-cross-dimensio-chapter-40",40,"\u003Cp>Money isn’t everything, but nothing is possible without it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just as the West cannot do without Jerusalem.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We must have our own dollars.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Lin was busy tying up the man in a suit beneath his feet with plastic rope, using a back-cuff method.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“With all due respect, what you just said makes no sense,” Kleine said, tearing off a strip of black tape and sealing the man’s mouth: “Also, the cash in their safe is pounds.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ask that guy with the slicked-back hair where he gets red bills—I don’t want to go to the bank for foreign exchange!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can ask him where the underground banks are,” Kleine dragged the slicked-back man toward the corner: “I’ll get it out of him right away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The safe combination.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really?!” Su Lin felt goosebumps rise on his skin; he stood up and kicked the man in the black suit: “These guys actually understand romance?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I thought you had no heart.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside a luxurious villa on the outskirts, all security personnel lay sprawled across the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the room decorated in classical style, books, porcelain, and carpets were riddled with bullet holes; shards of glass were scattered everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A middle-aged bald man had his mouth sealed with black tape, staring in terror at the two figures before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One wore black armor and a jet-black crown; the other dressed as a classical swordsman, masked, clad in white, with a long sword strapped to his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He seriously doubted whether the past decades of his life had been lived at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just two people had wiped out dozens of fully armed security guards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even guns couldn’t penetrate their defenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this some kind of superhero movie, or had he somehow slipped into a TV drama?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind raced, but he couldn’t recall where he’d possibly crossed paths with this duo of hybrid East-West warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His past deeds?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That shouldn’t be possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Riiip—the black tape tore from his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Great heroes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shh,” Su Lin placed a finger to his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bald middle-aged man instantly fell silent as a stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Human trafficking? You really know how to live—built yourself such a huge villa,” Su Lin pulled out a notebook, thought for a moment, then tossed it aside: “You’ve five minutes. Write down everything you know about your associates or anyone else involved in illegal activities.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten minutes later, police cars surrounded the location. When they opened the door, they found the bald middle-aged man curled in a corner, eyes vacant, as if he’d witnessed something utterly horrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s gone mad,” one officer said after checking him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What happened here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Su Lin’s abilities—or rather, the system’s—Su Lin could become a human printing press by tomorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that would be too boring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, currency represents, to some extent, the value of social resources; excessive printing of any nation’s currency risks triggering inflation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Isn’t that armor heavy to wear?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One man, carrying a stack of bags filled with operating funds, appeared in a small woodland in the mountains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kleine dropped the sack on the ground and removed his helmet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Source Fortress hadn’t followed him to this world; he couldn’t tap into its power to accommodate the Black Emperor’s Sequence Card—he had to act in person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Actually, the Faceless didn’t need to hide at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Su Lin hadn’t assured him this world had no supernatural forces, he wouldn’t have risked using his true body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In plain terms, what he did tonight was visit clubs, use divination to find people engaged in illegal activities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using the Diviner’s Sequence ability, he traced connections and systematically eliminated suspects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We agreed—I get thirty percent,” Kleine shook the heavy sack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No problem.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Lin didn’t care what Kleine intended to do with the world’s money; earning compensation for labor was only fair, and what Kleine did with the cash was none of his business.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I thought you’d be living in luxury,” Kleine said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What doesn’t cost money these days?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“True,” Kleine deeply understood this point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Lin dismissed the Historical Projection and stepped out from the empty air beside him; Kleine’s brow twitched—wait, that wasn’t his real body?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You should find an agent,” Kleine advised: “Help him solve some problems, or give him cultivation techniques—he can earn money for you in society.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll consider it later,” Su Lin had thought of this before, but his need for money had never been high, nor had the others’.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to living in Earth’s cities, they preferred spending their time at Water Mirror Peak, a place ideal for cultivation, visiting urban life only occasionally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back at Water Mirror Peak, everything was as before: Su Lin led Kleine to the living quarters, where Kleine chose a room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Would you like to try cultivation?” Su Lin pointed toward the ancient building atop the mountain, along the white jade steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No,” Kleine answered without hesitation: “I’m no longer human—I’m not even sure if I can cultivate. I can only walk this one path to the end.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you come across any item from novels that calms the mind and dispels negative emotions, keep an eye out,” Kleine paused: “I’ll trade something for it later.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright,” Su Lin nodded: “It’s already 4 a.m.—get some rest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thanks for tonight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dream well,” Kleine made a gesture—a sign of praying to the night for sweet dreams and peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Closing the door, Kleine lay on his side, gazing at the room’s subtle decor and the white clouds beyond the wooden window, yet still felt a lingering unease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a while, Kleine rose, slipped on his shoes, left the house, followed his memory to the teleportation gate, and stepped through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arriving in Rongcheng, he took a taxi to the entrance of a five-star hotel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here’s your change—ninety yuan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Entering the hotel lobby, the night-shift receptionist was watching a web drama; seeing a guest, she tapped twice to minimize the webpage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Welcome.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kleine snapped his fingers and murmured:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please book me the best room.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“May I see your ID, please?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the receptionist’s eyes, Kleine presented his ID, and she completed his registration via the computer system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All set—Suite 01 on the 17th floor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The receptionist returned his ID to her wallet, stepped away from the recording camera, and gracefully handed Kleine the room card.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Two thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight yuan, sir.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kleine pulled out thirty red bills from his pocket and said to the receptionist:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Keep the rest as a tip—thank you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking the elevator to the 17th floor, he swiped the card—the door opened to a spacious suite over a hundred square meters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wandered into a room with floor-to-ceiling windows, pulled back the curtains, and lay on the bed; the velvet pillow and plush mattress offered no greater comfort than his room at Water Mirror Peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet as he gazed out at the glittering skyscrapers, the cars speeding along the elevated highway, and the tiny window-lights like grains of rice, his lingering unease slowly faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a mythic being, he naturally felt a rare wave of weariness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes half-closed, slowly shutting, he slipped into sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>",1183,"2026-06-20T04:17:29.700Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","dad82d540b6c2e459357836dfcd692d15d8c7be58ac53b86134c663cd2f52824","i-the-system-protagonist-joined-a-cross-dimensio-chapter-41","i-the-system-protagonist-joined-a-cross-dimensio-chapter-39",720,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-the-system-protagonist-joined-a-cross-dimensio-cover.jpg"]