Chapter 4993: El Nastie: I

Cheng Yong: "... I see."

Wang Duoyu: "Envy. Why don't I have a close friend who cares for me, like Tsuchimikado and Four Palaces Huiye?"

Cheng Yong: "???"

Cheng Yong's lips twitched several times; he felt Wang Duoyu was hinting at something. He launched into a furious rant.

Cheng Yong: "Then why don't you go find Liu Maoxing? Cook some food, and I'd gladly eat with you!"

I resurrected ten thousand years later: "!!! After seeing your discussion, I'm left speechless."

Kousaka Kyousuke: "Fight! Fight!. jpg"

Jackie Chan Doesn't Want Archaeology: "You're stoking this?!"

Su Han was half-amused, half-irritated. Then, his Perception Sense glimpsed the future—he sensed the transmigrator was about to die, and he shrugged.

Then he turned to look at his side, where the literary plagiarist transmigrator Li Qianxun still lay limp on the ground.

"This one," Su Han raised an eyebrow, his voice calm and even, "we came here specifically to deal with transmigrators! That guy's nearly finished—now it's your turn."

Li Qianxun: "!!!!"

After a brief silence, Li Qianxun prostrated himself fully, voice trembling with tears, "I turn myself in! I have a Literary Plagiarist System... but I've done nothing but copy literary works! I'm innocent—please show mercy!"

"... We never said we'd kill you," Yuan Ying's expression was peculiar.

She glanced at Su Han and saw he wore a curious smile, showing no intention to explain. She sighed inwardly, mentally berating the president's sadistic humor. Then she began explaining to Li Qianxun the definition of a Literary Plagiarist transmigrator and the two solutions for dealing with them.

"Whoa!" Li Qianxun sucked in a sharp breath after hearing it.

One option: death. The other: repatriation. Was there even a choice?

"I choose to go back."

"Then so be it." Su Han raised an eyebrow, stepped forward to Li Qianxun's side, and placed a hand on his shoulder. "It might hurt a bit—bear with it~???"

As he spoke, Su Han clicked "Formal Repatriation" in his mind. Li Qianxun's pupils dilated wildly—he felt a pain beyond description, surging from the depths of his soul. He tried to scream, but no sound came out.

Slowly, Li Qianxun's body turned to ash and vanished from the spot.

Yuan Ying fell silent for a long time, tugging at her hair, ranting internally, "Honestly... President, if you hadn't said you were repatriating him, I'd have thought you just snapped your fingers and turned him to dust!"

"... Snap fingers, turn to dust? Are you watching Marvel lately?" Su Han regarded Yuan Ying with interest.

"You caught me," Yuan Ying blushed slightly. "Earlier, Mr. Stark and Mr. Batman argued inside the society. A lot of what they said sounded fascinating! So I wanted to devour both DC and Marvel..."

"Then I asked other members inside the society... and found most preferred Marvel. So I started with Marvel!"

"DC's worldbuilding is just as vast... but for newcomers, Marvel is definitely more accessible." Su Han thought of the brutally protagonist-tormenting DC films, his face half-amused, half-exhausted.

As they talked, on the other side, Kameda Tatsuya had reached the end of his life.

"... I can't accept this! Why did it come to this?" Kameda Tatsuya's chest was pierced by three arrows; he coughed up blood continuously, his breath growing weaker, voice thick with bitterness and rage, "Damn it! If I'd known monsters like you existed, I'd have exchanged for the Resident Evil virus and infected this entire world..."

As he uttered his final word, the three arrows in his chest suddenly shattered. Kameda Tatsuya and the arrows dissolved into a shower of light.

"... Exchange for Resident Evil virus? What's that?" Kikyo frowned, not understanding Kameda's meaning... Had this transmigrator, knowing he was doomed, planned to drag the entire world down with him?

Tsuchimikado instantly saw Kikyo's confusion, stuck out her tongue, and explained, "It's his system. The bigger the chaos he causes, the more Fantasy Points he earns!"

"If he really used the zombie virus... the Fantasy Points he'd gain in a short time would be astronomical. But then... almost everyone on Earth would die. No future development left."

"... I see." Kikyo nodded slowly, now understanding.

In the next instant, two crisp task notification chimes rang out in the members' ears.

"Ding! Gonghui Society task completed. Kikyo gains 5,000 points. Tsuchimikado gains 5,000 points. Gonghui Society President Su Xiao Xiao gains 50,000 points. Yuan Ying gains 40,000 points."

"Ding! Gonghui Society task completed. Yuan Ying gains 5,000 points. Gonghui Society President Su Xiao Xiao gains 45,000 points. Kikyo gains 70,000 points. Tsuchimikado gains 80,000 points."

"`. Task completed," Su Han sighed, then used the society to reclaim the systems from Li Qianxun and Kameda Tatsuya, recovering 300,000 points. Then, as previously arranged, he sent out red packets in the society.

Fallen Angel Twelve-Winged Black Cat Clan: "!!!!"

Saze克斯: "... I got excited seeing the red packet. Then I realized it was a private one! (I'm shattered. jpg)"

Ryūnami: "Envy."

Katsura Kotone: "The task difficulty wasn't high... but the reward? A solid 600,000 points, plus two unlimited grand lotteries."

Kotone was also deeply moved.

Dr. Roman: "The society is often incredibly mysterious... hard to figure out how it evaluates tasks. After all, adding 100,000 points doesn't just slightly increase the opponent's strength—it multiplies it dozens of times. How is this even logical?"

El Nastie: "Too real."

El Nastie: "By the way... the real 400,000-point-base (good Zhao) tasks are terrifyingly difficult. Only a handful of people in the society qualify to take them. So their chances of grabbing those tasks are far higher than ordinary members."

El Nastie: "Analyzing from this angle... isn't this another kind of balance?"

Su Han said nothing. He thought once—and the entire mirror world shattered.

The zombie girls of the Saga Idol world stared at their now-restored homes, expressions still dazed, still immersed in the terrifying battle they'd just witnessed.

"Since the task is done, we should return," Su Han smiled at Yuan Ying.

"... Safe travels," Yuan Ying replied seriously.

Su Han glanced at the others present; seeing no objections, he clicked "Formal Return" in his mind.

A brilliant light enveloped the bodies of all present members. When the light faded, they vanished.