Chapter 100: I'm Sorry! Sorry to Disturb You, I Must Take My Leave...

This place truly feels like a world of immortals!

It was unmistakably a realm reminiscent of the Hallelujah Mountains on the planet Pandora—not the Southern Sky Pillar of Zhangjiajie, but the floating mountains from the movie. One peak after another hovered like airships, drifting at various heights. The scenery was pristine and picturesque, shrouded in mist, filled with birdsong and the fragrance of flowers—a perfect, otherworldly paradise that defied logic. Waterfalls cascaded like chains, rainbows wrapped around the mountains like ribbons, and faintly, the sound of rushing water could be heard. The cicadas’ chirping rendered the forest eerily silent, while birdsong deepened the mountains’ tranquility.

“Sorry to bother you! I must take my leave!” Despite the intoxicating beauty, Alpha Ji chose to return home without a moment’s hesitation.

Because besides the scenery, there were others here... a whole circle of beings—beasts? humanoids? beast-humans?—surrounding Alpha Ji, the snake-headed man, and the man in sunglasses, snorting and glaring fiercely.

Some were diminutive, less than half a meter tall; others towered seven, eight, even ten meters high. Some resembled hamsters, cats, or dogs, some like birds, but most looked like snakes—ugly yet endearing golden pythons, identical to the snake-headed man, clearly sharing kinship.

If it weren’t for the mountains’ flight, they would have been completely blocked from sight.

The moment the snake-headed man appeared, all the beasts—or beast-humans—let out a collective breath of relief.

“Little Nine-Nine, you’ve finally come back, hiss!”

“Why did you keep us waiting meow?”

“You had us worried sick chirp…”

It turned out that Little Nine-Nine and the man in sunglasses had been secretly using a teleportation... magic jailbreak, which had been interrupted.

On the other side of the teleportation was the Jiangcheng Special Detention Center; on this side, their countless relatives had been waiting for days.

Alpha Ji was such a clever person!

One could say her entire existence served the greatest purpose of making rigid, rule-bound systems more flexible and adaptable.

Her parents had succeeded!

In an instant, she pieced together the entire story.

In the next moment, memories of Little Nine-Nine trapped in a time bubble—deceived, abused, touched, and threatened—flashed vividly before her.

“Sorry for the intrusion! Goodbye!” she vanished cleanly and decisively.

A second later, and she felt she wouldn’t have been able to escape...

She dared not delay even a second; Ye Chao’s fate on the other side remained uncertain!

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Only as she left did she realize this place seemed to be a time bubble, not reality.

Though the levels she had trained and the equipment she had amassed vanished, her body still retained its flesh and blood form, albeit without the power from her previous dungeon level.

That made sense. In reality, where would mountains fly? Where would such a multitude of demons and monsters exist?

Fortunately, though unsure of her exact location, the signal here was much stronger—just barely enough to get home.

In truth, she had overthought it.

Though Little Nine-Nine resembled a cold-blooded creature, his personality was quite the opposite. After an emotional embrace with Little Eight-Eight, Little Seven-Seven, and Little Six-Six, he suddenly remembered Alpha Ji: “Hiss, let me introduce a guest to everyone. She is… hiss, where did she go?”

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Alpha Ji returned to the city through the bushes.

Even after returning, she remained perplexed because Ye Chao was unconscious...

Since Ye Chao couldn’t open his eyes, she was unable to follow or ascertain what had happened, only vaguely sensing that he was somewhere in the Lower City.

Thankfully, she still had the virtual number world and numerous online surveillance cameras.

She began investigating from half an hour ago, the moment Ye Chao’s connection dropped.

At home.

Ye Chao was clearly communicating with someone—a panda—who was gesturing wildly. Judging by the signs... it seemed the panda was apologizing on behalf of someone named Gungun? No wonder Ye Chao couldn’t reply; his goodwill was desperately in need.

No, this wasn’t the time to focus on that, Alpha Ji shook her head and fast-forwarded.

The next moment, the door shattered, and like petals scattering, several people stormed in, fierce and hostile. Their faces were grim—it seemed they were students from the Third Middle School? She had a vague impression of them.

What was going on? She turned up the volume.

“What do you want?” Ye Chao asked.

The intruders didn’t immediately answer Ye Chao but instead looked toward Gungun.

“So it’s true—you actually spoiled your pet with a helmet…”

“What a precious treasure!”

“We’ve been standing in line at school until our feet ache, and here you are, leisurely playing at home, even giving your pet a toy…”

“If you’re so rich, just lend us the helmet, we won’t need it long, just until the college entrance exam!”

“After all, we’re classmates—you can’t be that stingy, right?”

As they spoke, the group casually reached to snatch Gungun’s helmet. The reason for their visit was crystal clear.

The helmet’s effect was unbelievably good, its reputation soaring, but the usage time was pitifully scarce. Worse, the seller had vanished, even starving customers went unmarketed to. This was a conflict between the people’s growing material and cultural needs and the backwardness of social productivity!

Unable to acquire helmets and usage time, some still obediently queued daily for numbers and endured suffering, while others inevitably set their sights elsewhere.

Gungun had a helmet? Who leaked that? Ye Chao? Fang Ju? Or Gungun himself? Alpha Ji quickly began to deduce.

“Must be luxury… an extravagant waste… leisurely and carefree… and ‘feet crawling with bugs’—actually, must be calluses, right?” Ye Chao knew this wasn’t the time to nitpick spelling errors, but his obsessive-compulsive disorder wouldn’t hold back.

“You’re the only one who knows so much!” The intruder pouted, utterly shameless.

However, they didn’t succeed.

“Woof! Woof! Woof!” The moment hands touched the helmet, Gungun roared and immediately fought the audacious students: the helmet belonged to Gungun, a bear, and no one was allowed to take it!

“Pfft!” “Clack!” “Snap!” Like a thunderclap unheard, three students were knocked to the ground by Gungun!

None of them were good students, their abilities about two stars, and judging by their word choice and sentence structure, they were the eternal bottom of the class. Facing a beast’s soul gradually ignited by the game, Gungun’s victory was never in doubt—they weren’t even worthy of a single bear paw strike.

Piled one atop another on the ground, Gungun pounced, “Woof! Woof! Woof!” pinning the three down as they writhed and screamed.

Though Gungun was only one and a half meters tall, he was essentially unchanged since before the disaster. At one and a half meters, he weighed over a hundred kilograms.

In boxing, the heavyweight division starts at 86 kilograms—Tyson’s category. A hundred kilograms? That would be super heavyweight... Imagine that.

A solid two hundred pounds of a child, combined with impact and rolling, was no ordinary challenge. The crisp cracking of bones could be distinctly heard.

“What are you doing?!” Just like in movies and TV shows, as the fight ended, patrolling police burst through the door.

Actually, they had arrived quite promptly, having been stationed on the street. The main reason was simply that the fight concluded too quickly!