With the farce finally over, Yang Ming opened the portal to a new world once again and stepped through. This world was unlike any he had visited before.
It bore an appearance completely distinct from all other realms. Towering skyscrapers stood everywhere, and even the vehicles on the streets were four-wheel drive. Newly arrived, Yang Ming was utterly stunned by the scene before his eyes—everything was entirely unfamiliar to him.
Ever since he began his journey across worlds, helping each one resolve its crises, three years had passed. He had set out at sixteen and was now nearly nineteen. Calculated that way, he really was a person without a home, always saving other worlds yet never finding one that could fully accept him as its own.
Chapter 49