And right there, the Transmigrator Ikemoto Yoichi was silently curled up, making it unclear whether he was asleep or awake.
Since discovering another person was late besides himself in class that morning, he had sought out the homeroom teacher, Ninomiya Nanase. With a glance at the name and avatar, thinking "I might know him," there was no mistake; it was him.
And in the afternoon, when he brushed past him, his system chimed with a 'ding,' and then, from Fang Wuwei's perspective, Ikemoto Yoichi was directly outlined in red, completely framed, as if Fang Wuwei had activated some kind of ability.
This system is clumsy; it doesn't speak proactively and only accepts simple fixed commands such as "Panel," "Lottery," "Sign-in." It only answers pre-set fixed questions, acting like a completely dull robot. Other people's systems are like Skynet, knowing everything from astronomy to geography, telling jokes, arguing with hosts, whining, and a very few can even transform into wives to warm the bed. Why did he end up with such a stupid AI?
Fang Wuwei was able to pinpoint Ikemoto Yoichi's presence here for two reasons: first, he hadn't attended the opening ceremony that morning; second, when Fang Wuwei passed by him in the afternoon, he had observed him—he was staring intently at the food in the display case, his clothes were somewhat dirty and torn, his face was haggard, and his gaze was a bit vacant. People around him were pointing and whispering, but he seemed not to understand. Fang Wuwei had often seen this type of person before—a homeless person.
But a male high school student who had enrolled in a private school and paid tuition must come from a wealthy family, so how could he have fallen to such a state? Running away from home? That's too absurd. And he was deaf to what others said to him—it's possible he truly didn't understand.
To test this, Fang Wuwei deliberately shouted "Ikemoto Yoichi" loudly in Japanese, repeating it many times, and finally… he woke him up.
The first thing Ikemoto Yoichi did upon waking was to stare at Fang Wuwei with an extremely impatient gaze. He was annoyed; what time was it now, disturbing his sleep?
"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a homeless person before?!" Ikemoto Yoichi looked up and roared in Chinese, his face unfriendly. But he only rose slightly before feeling his body's exhaustion.
It had been five days since he inexplicably arrived at this place. For these five days, he had eaten wild grass and drunk river water. He wanted to find a job to make a living, but he found that he couldn't understand Japanese at all. He didn't even remember his current name, where he came from, or where he was going. He had only seen his face reflected in the river—that wasn't him.
As for the present, although he didn't understand what this child in front of him wanted, was there a chance he could get something to eat from this guy?
So, Ikemoto Yoichi very simply and neatly lowered his head, cupped his hands into a bowl shape, and raised them above his head. This gesture was just short of a tearful shout of "I'm hungry."
Seeing this, Fang Wuwei sighed. He was absolutely certain that this transmigrator in front of him was a pitiful fellow—only his soul had transmigrated into an unknown person's body, but he had absolutely no memory of him, nor had he inherited his knowledge. Wasn't this just being thrown out to suffer?
But for a former compatriot, Fang Wuwei was naturally happy to treat him to a meal, since he had money anyway.
"Get up," Fang Wuwei said in a low voice, this time in Chinese. "Come with me, I'll treat you to a meal. But there are also some things I need your help with."
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Fang Wuwei had just eaten his fill at Togashi's house, so it was impossible for him to eat supper so early. He watched as the transmigrator ignored the astonished looks of those around him, wolfing down his fifth bowl of ramen and slamming the bowl heavily on the table.
"Satisfied, satisfied~" After eating his fill, Ikemoto Yoichi slumped onto the table, disregarding his image. Finally getting a full meal moved him greatly. He hadn't expected to find warmth from his homeland in this cold place.
"Are you full?" Fang Wuwei stared at him expressionlessly, his heart unperturbed. It was just eating a lot; it wasn't as if he couldn't afford it.
"I'm full," Ikemoto Yoichi said with a happy expression, then looked at the young man in front of him and asked, "So, brother, what do you need me for?"
Facing such a question, Fang Wuwei remained expressionless, raised the water glass in his hand, took a small sip, and slowly began, "What I'm about to tell you, you must not be afraid."
To this, Ikemoto Yoichi patted his chest. "When have I, Ikemoto Yoichi, ever been afraid! I used to be a police officer, I won't be afraid, please speak."
"You have already transmigrated," Fang Wuwei stated this fact expressionlessly.
Upon hearing this, Ikemoto Yoichi, or rather, Ikemoto Yoichi, instantly performed a quick tactical lean back from the table, transitioning to a sitting posture, his wide eyes filled with confusion.
"Is transmigration a new type of case?"
"It's not a case, it's the kind of transmigration in novels, going to another world. Have you read novels?" Fang Wuwei spread his hands, waving them wildly, even he didn't know why he was doing this.
Hearing this, Ikemoto Yoichi lowered his head and began to ponder… Is this child's mind broken? He also loved reading novels, but how could things from novels really happen? He quietly raised his head and looked at the eye patch covering one of his eyes, becoming even more convinced.
But… weren't the things he was experiencing now even more absurd? Looking at himself, he had completely changed bodies and even regions. Could such things really happen in real life? But as a police officer, he would always subconsciously guard against scams, looking for traces of lies in others' words and behavior.
This is an occupational hazard.
"Whether you believe it or not, I must deal with you. This is my job." Fang Wuwei didn't want to consider the former middle-aged police officer in front of him too much; he had to deal with this guy, otherwise, this task would be difficult to explain.
"System," Fang Wuwei tried to call out to the stupid AI system in his mind, "Are there any measures I can take against transmigrators?"
"Kill, restrict, or repatriate." The system answered this question very decisively; clearly, this question was in its response program. "Repatriation requirements: 100 points, the repatriated person's voluntary consent, and remaining conscious."
Fang Wuwei now had a plan. He looked up, ignoring Ikemoto Yoichi's astonished gaze, and checked his point balance. At this moment, Fang Wuwei was very glad he hadn't impulsively spent his points on the lottery.
"I can send you back, but only if you yourself want to go back."
"Isn't that obvious?" Ikemoto Yoichi was very excited. He completely believed that he had transmigrated; he had long observed that people here were using flip phones from his youth. "Ah haha, then thank you, little brother." He accepted very decisively—why not?
"Hehe, little brother, when do we start?"
"Now." Fang Wuwei placed his hand on Ikemoto Yoichi's head and activated the system's repatriation function. This was not only helping Ikemoto Yoichi return but also Fang Wuwei testing the system's capabilities and this world's adaptability.
The system had once told him that his current identity was a member of the Guardian faction. The world's consciousness, the planet's consciousness, would know he was one of its own, and thus would subtly provide him with help. Even a dormant world would subconsciously recognize him, and in some powerful worlds, it would even gather world spiritual energy to strengthen itself. Therefore, he could easily enter and traverse worlds. One could even say that as long as it didn't exceed the world's acceptable range, he could just create, and the rest would be handled by the world.
The hand Fang Wuwei placed on Ikemoto Yoichi's head began to glow, and a strange energy gradually began to condense—
He wanted to know how the world would react to the release of supernatural abilities in broad daylight, and not even in front of the protagonist. What would happen if a soul that didn't belong to this world was expelled from the body it inhabited?
Ikemoto Yoichi's body began to glow faintly, and a somewhat transparent figure emerged from his body. Its facial features were indistinct, but it was vaguely recognizable as a humanoid soul. It nodded at Fang Wuwei and then disappeared.
During this time, Fang Wuwei closely observed the surrounding crowd, but was astonished to find that no one noticed anything. Such an incredible event completely failed to attract any attention.
If Fang Wuwei had been idle enough to check the surveillance footage, he would have found that the cameras had cleverly turned away during this period, looking elsewhere.
Then, Ikemoto Yoichi's body fell forward, and just as it was about to hit the table, he suddenly woke up… though he still ended up hitting it.
"This is… where am I…?" Ikemoto Yoichi looked utterly bewildered, seemingly not understanding the situation. He quickly locked his gaze on Fang Wuwei in front of him and spoke timidly in Japanese. "Um… excuse me, you…" Suddenly, a memory awakened. That's right, he had argued with his parents and, in a fit of anger, ran away from home, and this Oriental Student had treated him to a meal.
"Um… Oriental Student, thank you. I will definitely listen to you and apologize to my parents." The real Ikemoto Yoichi stood up and bowed to Fang Wuwei. "Thank you very much. I will definitely go back to school tomorrow to thank you in person."
Fang Wuwei: ?
What did this kid imagine?