Ding. Candidate group member detected—Brandon White's consciousness is now awake.
Ding. Would the host like to join the Interdimensional Chat Group?
The sudden robotic voice left Brandon bewildered. What did he just hear?
Interdimensional Chat Group?
Was this one of those "chat group" cheats straight out of a novel?
Was my transmigration your doing?
Brandon didn't immediately agree. The appearance of a cheat wasn't enough to make him lose his cool—he had plenty of questions he wanted the chat group to answer.
Ding. The host's transmigration was not the result of the chat group.
Ding. The chat group detected the fantasy keyword—Earth. Randomly selecting the person with the greatest fate to enter the group. Since there was no individual on your planet with exceptional fate, the group made an agreement with the consciousness of Earth.
Ding. Spiritual energy recovery is being triggered by the chat group. The world consciousness has granted part of its authority to all lifeforms on Earth. The chat group will select the one with the strongest fate.
Ding. The host has awakened the Authority of Nature and is the most fortunate person on Earth. Therefore, you are invited to join the chat group.
The emotionless mechanical voice from the chat group echoed in Brandon's mind.
So you're saying my transmigration has nothing to do with you?
Brandon frowned, a bit surprised by the answer.
So the chat group only reached out because of his fate. But all this about world consciousness and spiritual energy recovery—such a grand event just to pick one person to join a chat group?
Besides, the gap between rich and poor on Earth is massive, and power is concentrated in the hands of a few. People "lifted by the wind" are constantly changing.
And you're telling me there's no real difference in anyone's fate?
Can you even explain what "difference" is supposed to mean here? What does it mean!
Ding. In this world, no one is favored by fate. Everyone is an ordinary passerby.
Ding. Since all are passersby, what difference could there be in fate?
Ding. The chat group also finds this strange. The host has the destiny of a transmigrator—according to data from fantasy worlds, even if you're not the main protagonist, you should at least play an important role.
Ding. But the host's fate is no different from an average passerby's?
Even though the chat group's voice was flat and mechanical, Brandon could almost sense confusion in it—like it had just discovered something inconceivable.
He didn't really know what to say. Yes, he was a transmigrator, and this world was quite different from the last, but he'd never tried to change anything.
Other than maintaining a healthy exercise routine since he was a kid, his life had followed the same trajectory as before.
Same schools, same friends—a simple life with its own joys.
And that was enough for him.
If it weren't for this chat group, he figured his future would just be about finding a decent job and living an ordinary life.
Nothing needed to change, and he didn't want anything to change.
Maybe it was because he didn't lack money.
If he'd come from a struggling family, where savings couldn't even cover a serious illness, he'd probably have done everything he could to get ahead. But he wasn't in that situation.
Both his parents had their own companies. His relatives all had some influence in various industries, so money was never a concern.
Of course, there was a downside—his parents' marriage ended completely when he was fourteen. There hadn't been any real love to begin with, and over the years, no real bond of affection had formed either, so their separation was only natural.
By the time he was fifteen, both had started new families of their own.
But the money kept coming, not a penny less—five hundred thousand a month from each parent, a million in total for living expenses. More than enough, especially since he didn't have expensive hobbies.
He'd thought about changing this outcome when he was younger, but after thinking it through, he let it go. Both parents seemed happier after remarrying.
At least, happier than when they were together.
He never picked sides. He'd seen videos about choosing which parent to live with after a divorce, but honestly, as long as the parents plan to remarry, it's hard for the kid to ever be completely happy.
Even if the new family treats you well, once their own children are born, the difference in priorities becomes obvious.
Besides, living alone was just fine for him.
He had school during the week, hung out with friends on weekends—there was no way to feel lonely.
Ding. Would the host like to join the chat group?
Maybe he'd been quiet too long, because the group prompted him again.
Join, then. I want to see if this Interdimensional Chat Group is what I think it is.
Brandon nodded. Immediately, the group's voice sounded again:
[Group Notice: Welcome to the Interdimensional Chat Group. Your group name is being constructed based on your information. Your group name is: Child of Nature.]
Ding. Member [Child of Nature] has joined the chat group.
Ding. Member [That's Just How It Is, Meow] has joined the chat group.
Ding. Member [Golden Flash] has joined the chat group.
Come Be My Son: Welcome, newcomer.
Come Be My Son: Didn't expect a new member so soon.
Uchiha Dance King: Hmph. Hope this one's got some real power—not like the last ordinary person we got.
Cook Daigu Into Soup: …
Cook Daigu Into Soup: Are you implying something? Because I've got proof you are!
Cook Daigu Into Soup: Anyway, welcome, newbie.
The Worst Spirit: Welcome, new member~. If you're suspicious about the chat group's existence, check out the group files—they've got info on every member's world.
The Worst Spirit: By the way, @Ordinary Group Leader, come out and greet our guest!
Ordinary Group Leader: Uh, why does "greet our guest" make me sound like a madam at a brothel? Whatever, welcome, newcomer.
Roxie Vale glanced at the new member.
Hmm, "Child of Nature" didn't ring a bell—couldn't place which series they were from.
"That's Just How It Is, Meow" was a little odd too, but probably Meowth from Team Rocket in Pokémon.
As for "Golden Flash"—that one was easy. From the same world as Uchiha Madara, the Fourth Hokage of Konoha—Minato Namikaze.
Not bad! At least better than the first batch!
Roxie Vale couldn't help but smile wryly. She'd been the first to join the group, and naturally became the leader—she'd thought it was her own golden cheat.
But reality had set her straight. The only "leader privilege" was a seven-fold discount in the group store.
No enlightenment function like in the novels, and not even invite or kick permissions.
According to the group, every member was "hand-picked" after a thousand trials—kicking people out would be an insult to the group itself.
So who was actually in charge here?
After accepting reality, it wasn't long before the group invited three more people.
The world's strongest man from One Piece—Whitebeard.
The lone Shura of the ninja world from Naruto—Madara Uchiha.
And the Spirit of Time from Date A Live, Kurumi Tokisaki, who killed ten thousand to right a regret.
These were all monsters!
(End of Chapter)
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