Master of Kaidan
Chapter 134: Stepping into the Real World Again

Chapter 134: Chapter 134: Stepping into the Real World Again

After handing over the huge sum of twelve million to the personnel responsible for collection at the Flying Cat Organization, they swept their gaze across the group with an inexplicable look and then said,

"This batch is just the five of you. We recommend two plans, one is to go out together, and the other is for each person to leave every two hours. Of course, you can discuss among yourselves; we don’t intervene in principle. Moreover, we promise not to use this door again for at least a day. If you’re worried about the influence of those who come after, you may as well leave the vicinity of the door as soon as possible. As for the return... that’s no longer within our service."

The other people seemed quite calm about this kind of prior warning, but Feng Xue couldn’t be sure whether these people were already aware or just pretending to be old hands like him.

However, it didn’t really matter. Without much discussion, all five of them, including Feng Xue, chose to leave together.

It wasn’t a matter that needed consideration. Not to mention the possibility of being ambushed by those who left before, what if as soon as they left, massacre ensued, and there they were, facing an armed platoon of soldiers?

Having once experienced being a prisoner, Feng Xue had no desire to know what an escape felt like again, and the others probably felt the same way.

The reaction of the Flying Cat Organization members to this outcome did not seem unexpected. The leader clapped his hands lightly, and the man who looked utterly exhausted immediately stood up as if by reflex, moving like a zombie to the door and pulling it open.

Through the doorway, they could clearly see the outside: the door led to a shopfront; outside was a main street. However, it appeared to be late at night outside; there were no pedestrians, only the occasional car driving past, stirring a brief clamor.

"So, I wish you all good fortune in arms," said the steward of Flying Cat, pulling the Door Opener back to his seat beside him and urging the remaining people with an encouraging tone. They exchanged glances, no longer paying attention to the information pouring in from the door, and took their first step towards the real world...

...

The familiar yet strange sensation of distortion hit the moment they stepped through, and Feng Xue, who was already prepared, immediately pulled up his cloak. The "Ghostly" Power enveloped him, making his body disappear from its original spot in an instant.

Feng Xue’s sudden action immediately put the others on alert; in the moment he was scrutinized by four wary gazes, Feng Xue spread his hands without any apology, thinking, "If you’d been greeted by a burst of machine-gun fire when you walked through a door, you’d probably have reacted even more strongly than I did," yet he offered no explanation and vanished into the night.

Seeing this, the remaining four also did not linger and, without consulting each other, chose different directions, disappearing into the streets.

...

"Good, no idiots waiting at the door, desperate to make a move," Feng Xue thought, tucking away the Sleeve Sword while lurking in the shadows as he began to search for open stores nearby. Although the signs on both sides of the road were in Victoria script, he wasn’t entirely certain whether this place was the Columbia Confederation, Victoria Kingdom, or some small country that used Victoria script.

"Of course, I cannot rule out the possibility that this is another parallel world... Well, for now, I’ll look around on the street and see if I can find an ATM."

Muttering to himself, Feng Xue took a crocodile wallet out of his Storage Bag and stuffed it in his pocket before clipping the Expensive Steel Pen in the pocket of his coat. His person exuded a distinct aura; anyone seeing him would think he was very affluent, a fine... target for robbery.

Unfortunately, whether it was due to different time zones or the worlds inherently not matching up, it was around four in the morning in this country. At such times, not even the most industrious ATMs would be out for robbery.

Nevertheless, Feng Xue wasn’t without gains—at least, during his street wanderings, he saw quite a few beggars.

"There don’t seem to be this many beggars even in Saint Luotan City," Feng Xue observed as he looked at the men and women huddled in sleeping bags, his mouth twitching slightly.

However, this didn’t necessarily mean that the living conditions here were worse than in Saint Luotan City. It was because in Saint Luotan City, if beggars dared sleep on the streets, they’d have nothing left the next day—including their lives.

"All in all, it must be some developed country... Well, at least the beggars are well enough to sleep in sleeping bags and keep dogs."

Feng Xue glanced at a beggar cuddling a pet dog while sleeping in his sleeping bag and gave up the idea of fishing out newspapers from the beggar’s "blanket," continuing to roam the streets.

Regrettably, even as dawn approached and the sky turned a fish-belly white, Feng Xue still hadn’t found any 24-hour shop. Instead, the piercing sound of alarms began to echo from the roadside.

"It looks like someone from our group has lost patience and started making moves," Feng Xue sighed, with no intention of playing the hero. He hastened his pace, moving away from the direction of the alarms. Fortunately, the evening dress of The Phantom of the Opera had an innate effect of blending into the crowd, and even as the streets gradually woke with the sound of police sirens, Feng Xue didn’t attract any attention—

Nobody thought it unusual for this wealthy-looking Asian to appear here.

At least not when they reached out asking to borrow money, no different from the ATMs in Saint Luotan City.

...

At 7:30 a.m., Feng Xue, carrying a handful of change he had just obtained from an ATM, entered a convenience store that had just opened on the street. With the help of the day’s newspaper, he finally figured out his location—

The capital of Victoria Kingdom, Beckland City.

"Damn, not sure if this is good or bad luck," Feng Xue muttered, picking up the Beckland tourist map, casually grabbing a bottle of Joy drink, and two boxes of cookies before heading to the cashier.

The cashier at the counter was a middle-aged woman, around forty years old, who seemed not yet fully awake, and she scanned each Item somewhat groggily.

"Two pounds and seventeen Pence, please."

"Okay." Feng Xue immediately picked out two pounds in Paper money and a 50 Penny coin to hand over. The woman looked at the coin, her expression clearly one of disdain, and began fumbling with a calculator.

"No need to count, just give me thirty-three Pence in change," Feng Xue said, watching the woman struggle with the calculator. Upon hearing him, she looked at Feng Xue doubtfully as if suspecting he was trying to deceive her, then continued punching numbers into the calculator on her own.

Feng Xue’s mouth twitched as he watched the woman labor over the calculator and couldn’t help but exclaim, "So it’s true what they say on the internet in my past life—people from Victoria really can’t do math without a calculator..."