"I always feel like I've become numb to this routine."

Standing in the ruins, looking at the devastated city ruins shrouded in dark shadows, Fang Zheng had an indifferent expression. For the first time, he wondered if humans were particularly lacking in imagination. Why was it that every time he traveled through a world, it was either being destroyed or had already been destroyed? Wouldn't they tell stories if the world didn't end?

"Master, what shall we do next?"

Glancing around, Nymph asked in a low voice. When they traveled to this world, they appeared in the ruins of a house. It was still raining heavily outside. If it weren't for the fact that there was some shelter from the wind and rain where they appeared, I'm afraid... the two of them would have been soaked to the skin.

“I don’t know either…”

Feeling the moisture coming towards him, Fang Zheng also shook his head. Logically speaking, they should appear directly in front of the other party's failed mission, so... don't tell me that the end of the world is because of the failed mission?

“Squeak…”

Just as Fang Zheng was complaining inwardly, a door not far from them slowly opened, and a dim light shone out from inside. Fang Zheng glanced at it, then walked over with the little angel.

Inside the door was a fairly ordinary living room. The charcoal fire burning on the fireplace brought a warm and comfortable feeling, dispelling the chill behind Fang Zheng and Nymph. Next to the fireplace was a sofa and a coffee table. On the coffee table were wine glasses and a bottle of red wine that had just been opened, as well as desserts and fruits, which were obviously used to entertain guests.

but……

"I've lived for so long, but this is the first time I've seen a buffet-style reception."

Fang Zheng complained and sat down on the sofa with Nymph. Then the little angel immediately picked up the cake on the plate happily and ate it in small bites. Fang Zheng leaned on the sofa and looked around boredly.

The whole living room does not feel like a modern product. In fact, there are almost no electrical appliances here except for a TV. Even that TV is a black and white TV with four brackets from the 1940s and 1950s...

If this is the time for radiation, should I start preparing bottle caps now?

"Squeak...squeak...click."

Just as Fang Zheng was daydreaming, the TV in front of him that had been turned off suddenly turned on automatically, and a picture with flickering snowflakes appeared. I have to admit that this scene looked quite like the opening of a horror movie, but neither Fang Zheng nor Nymph was moved at all. After all, if it was just a guy who was just a scene in a horror movie, well, maybe Fang Zheng wouldn't be able to get through even a ray of holy light...

"rustle……"

However, the other party did not seem to be planning to play any psychological horror movie routines. Fang Zheng only saw the image on the TV jump a few times, and then became clear. Inside was a girl who looked to be in her early twenties and looked like a news anchor... Well, luckily there was no ancient well behind her, otherwise Fang Zheng would have to consider summoning the Holy Light to try his hand.

"Hello, sir, and this lovely lady, thank you for coming to my world."

The woman's tone was a little anxious, but her expression was still calm.

"Some problems have occurred in this world, and I cannot rely on my own strength to solve these problems, so I hope to get your help... I'm sorry, I can only communicate with you two in this way now, but I also have my own difficulties..."

"I think it's weird enough to use a black and white TV for video calls... But I don't have much to say. So, what do you need us to do?"

As he spoke, Fang Zheng glanced out the window.

"Honestly, I feel like the world has..."

(Master, this world is not normal)

But before Fang Zheng finished speaking, Nymph's voice suddenly appeared in his mind. After hearing Nymph's voice, Fang Zheng paused and waved his hand.

"Nothing, just continue."

"OK."

After hearing Fang Zheng's answer, the woman paused for a moment and then continued.

"To make a long story short, I don't know if you two understand this world, but... there is a problem with this world. For some reason, it has deviated from its original track. I need to correct it to avoid causing greater harm... However, my power is really limited, so I hope to get your help. Please..."

Having said this, the woman paused for a moment, but continued.

"…Help me kill some enemies."

"oh?"

Fang Zheng raised his head and looked at the woman on TV.

"Who?"

"Their information is on your desk."

Hearing the woman's words, Fang Zheng lowered his head and glanced in front of him. As expected, he saw a thick brown paper bag placed on the coffee table in front of him - Fang Zheng was sure that just a few seconds ago, there was nothing there.

But Fang Zheng didn't care about that. He picked up the brown paper bag and opened it, then took out a thick stack of information from it. It listed the target's name, gender, and everything they had done. Looking at the names of the people on the information, Fang Zheng's eyes widened slightly. He thought for a moment, then put down the document in his hand and looked at the TV again.

"So, you want me to destroy these guys?"

"Yes, sir."

The woman on TV nodded.

"Then you should know that I am human."

Fang Zheng leaned back on the sofa, and then he said something that had nothing to do with what he had said before. But the woman didn't seem to care at all.

"Of course I understand what you mean, but since I'm asking you for help, I must be very sure. There is a key in that brown paper bag. It will tell you everything you want to know..."

Having said this, the woman was silent for a moment again, as if she was organizing her words.

"...I think that when you understand the truth about this world, you will definitely help me."

Hearing the woman's words, Fang Zheng reached out and picked up the brown paper bag and turned it over. Sure enough, a small key that looked like a key to open some kind of lock slipped out of the brown paper bag. Fang Zheng reached out and grabbed the key.

At the same time, the task reminder sounded in Fang Zheng's ears.

"Well, I have one last question."

Fang Zheng casually pushed his cake to the little angel next to him and looked at the woman on TV again.

"May I have your name?"

“…”

This time, the woman was silent for a long time. She frowned, as if she was thinking about something or considering something. Finally, the woman raised her head, looked at Fang Zheng and shook her head.

"I'm not sure if I have a name, but I do know that I have a code name."

At this point, the woman's expression became somewhat nostalgic.

"Martix..."