“Are the desserts from this shop tasty?” Lin Ge asked, pointing to the green shopping bag in his hand. Super excited! Does the strawberry shortcake like eating little cakes? Hahaha.

Gojo Satoru nodded, “It’s okay…”

Lin Ge scratched his head: “Hehe, then I’ll buy a bag too.”

Gojo Satoru: “……”

Watching the guy with a silly grin on his face, he rarely questioned himself. What was he doing wasting time here chatting with this dude? Looking left and right, up and down, it was just an overly skinny ordinary person.

What about the other’s nimble moves? Maybe he was naturally gifted, or unexpectedly the type with strong explosive power? With that thought, he withdrew his gaze, preparing to leave.

Seeing him turning to walk away, Lin Ge couldn’t help but step forward and grabbed the hem of his clothes: “Which one do you recommend?”

My strawberry shortcake is flying away! It’s flying! I haven’t even had a whiff yet!

The moment he touched the hem, a rich fragrance hit Lin Ge, making him feel as though he had reached heaven. So comfortable, it felt like resting in peace. And blissful again, Ge.

Pupils constricted, Gojo Satoru turned back, frowning at the skinny and harmless man. The moment they touched. He felt a strange energy fluctuation on the other person. Different from any Jujutsu sorcerer or cursed spirit. A stronger presence, like it could devour everything…

The thought was fleeting, Gojo Satoru then grasped the hand that caught his clothes, trying to glean more information: “I recommend…”

The skinny man, whose hand felt like a poorly maintained skeleton. The moment he touched it, Gojo Satoru distinctly heard a crack. Crack… cracked?! Gojo Satoru was confused and greatly shocked.

Lin Ge had never felt so satisfied. My strawberry shortcake, he took my hand voluntarily?! So fragrant, so fragrant, I sniff sniff sniff! “Crack, crack, crack!” Could it be that I couldn’t control myself and bit down?

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that my hand bones had cracked. What, it’s just the bones cracking? “……” Lin Ge: “!”

No way! He was about to yell, but upon closer inspection, he realized. Eh, it doesn’t hurt! Holding Gojo Satoru’s hand, he swung it up and down, his eyes shining brightly. Really doesn’t hurt!

Lips parting slightly, seeing the man whose hand bones had shattered nonchalantly swinging their hands up and down, Gojo Satoru was momentarily stunned. As if finally reacting, he released the grip on the other’s hand. “You…” Does it not hurt?

“No…” Just about to say it doesn’t hurt, Lin Ge thought of something, his eyes rolling around. His mouth pouted, and like a deflated foxtail grass, his hand drooped weakly, and his eyes also reddened: “It hurts.”

“……” Gojo Satoru, who had never been scammed before, fell into brief contemplation.

“Does this help relieve the pain?” Sitting side by side on the continuous chairs at KFC, shoulder to shoulder, Gojo Satoru felt as if ants were crawling all over him. Eating from the bucket, smelling the top-tier strawberry shortcake, Lin Ge nodded with utmost certainty: “Yes!”

As he finished the last chicken wing, “Another bucket, please.” Weird how the decor at KFC makes ghosts hungry. Can’t stop! Can’t stop! Just can’t stop!!!

Other diners frequently glanced at their table, curious how this frail man managed to eat ten buckets. No, he’s starting on the eleventh! The eleventh! And that shriveled stomach showed no sign of bulging. Big stomach king? Stomach modification technique? Mysterious illusion?

Watching his very agile eating motions, Gojo Satoru loosened his wrist, feeling an unprecedented calm for the first time. Haha, he didn’t even pretend a bit. “Wanna add each other as friends?” Gojo Satoru suddenly said.

Lin Ge ah? With a sound, he immediately peeled off his disposable gloves, pulling out his three-camera 1TB obsidian black phone from his pocket.

“Yes, yes!” “Ding ding.” They exchanged LINE contacts.

Just like that, friends?

Lin Ge was a bit, no, very excited. Does that mean that even if he goes back to Honmaru, when he comes out to snack, ah no, to campaign against the History Retrograding Army, he can come to this world and ask strawberry shortcake out for a big sniff? There’s also a chance he might sneak a bite without him noticing! Life, no, ghost life is looking up!

“I’m Gojo Satoru, can you tell me your name?” Lin Ge was typing a note on his phone, upon hearing this, he chuckled, “I’m Lin Ge.” Hearing this non-local name, Gojo Satoru paused, then laughed seeing the other’s LINE name. “AA Desert Lone Wolf.”

“Are you mixed?” Lin Ge thought seriously for a moment, saying: “I’m a hybrid mixture.” If needed, I can also be society’s leftover, a supermarket’s crushed instant noodles, or expired milk.

Gojo Satoru: “……” He didn’t know how many times today he had been left speechless by the other’s advanced state of mind. He chuckled without emotion: “You’re really funny.”

Lin Ge chuckled sheepishly: “Is that so? I thought so too.”

Gojo Satoru: “……” Can this conversation even continue?

•

Later, Gojo Satoru seemed to receive some urgent message on his phone, saying that if his hand still hurt later, he could contact him, then he left. Before leaving, he ordered ten more buckets for Lin Ge. He paid.

Lin Ge was deeply touched, so he ate all the bucket meals, leaving the bones sparkling clean. Remembering he had planned to buy small gifts for his colleagues in Honmaru today, he packed twenty buckets and chicken burger meals, leaving with bags heavier than himself under the admiring gazes of the diners. He then found a secluded corner and stored all the items in his portable mini warehouse. Feeling light as a feather.

Currently known colleagues, Yamanbagiri Kunihiro and Hakusan Yoshimitsu. Yamanbagiri Kunihiro doesn’t like dressing up, but he was very happy when he received a gift last time, his ears even turned red with joy. Hakusan Yoshimitsu reportedly likes eating melons, but what Lin Ge’s Honmaru didn’t lack right now was probably watermelons. So he wandered around the department store for a while, ordering pretty fabrics and practical items aplenty.

Until he had so many shopping bags he couldn’t carry them anymore, he stored everything in his warehouse, then started a massive shopping spree for himself. He would never shortchange himself. Under the watchful eyes of the store clerks, Lin Ge shopped from dawn till dusk, then reluctantly returned to his temporary hotel.

On the way back, encountering street vendors selling takoyaki and taiyaki, he couldn’t resist buying lots of these snacks, having never tasted their authentic flavors.

Full and satisfied, Lin Ge took out a return scroll, observing it under the light. Just tear it to return? Could it cause any big commotion? Like a beam of light descending from the sky or a super complex and awesome magic circle? Hehe. Cool.

Unsure of when his next deployment would be, what the coordinates of this world were, could he pinpoint them? Mulling over these thoughts, Lin Ge shook his head vigorously, flexing his fingers.

“Ssss.” The white and gold-edged return scroll tore in two. Nothing happened. Lin Ge: “……” Any aftereffects? After five minutes. “??” He shook the torn return scroll up and down. Where’s the special effect? The magic circle?

965 misled me! I’m gonna kill him! Fuming, he opened the Sage’s forum and saw several private messages lying in his inbox, all asking if he wanted to log out, with the most from Code 965. “Code 965: Logging out?” “Code 965: Bro, Brother 666, are you there, bro?” “Code 965: A minute has passed, a second has passed, I’m really anxious without your message! What are you doing? Pay attention to me! Why aren’t you responding! What’s the reason!!!” “Code 965: Hubby, say something!”

Lin Ge: “……” It was clear he was really anxious. Taking a deep breath, he snapped a photo of the torn return scroll. “Code 666: Didn’t you say tearing it would get me back?” Big liar!

965 almost instantly replied. “Code 965: Ah? Did you forget to infuse spiritual energy when you tore it?” Spiritual energy? What is that? Do I have that kind of thing? Lin Ge skeptically scrutinized himself. Still ugly. Empty inside. I’m a ghost, how can you expect me to have spiritual energy? It’s like telling a baby to apply to 985/211 universities.

But since 965 mentioned it so casually, perhaps all Sages have spiritual energy? Great, another day misled by the irresponsible guide, Fox Assistant.

Unashamed to ask, he humbly inquired: “How do I use spiritual energy?” Since 965 calls me brother, then I must be a bit more awesome than him. Pulling the Code 666 ID is also a form of strength, right?

“Code 965: The torn return scroll can still be used, like this… then that…” 965 explained that as long as a white light appeared in his hand, the return scroll would sense it and automatically activate. Lin Ge tried according to his instructions, but no matter what, he couldn’t produce the so-called white light.

Half an hour passed. Lin Ge was still wrestling with the return scroll.

An hour passed. Lin Ge started to give up.

Two hours passed. The return scroll had been thrown back into his warehouse.

Hehehe…!!! Hahaha! Just consider it a paid vacation.

He just didn’t believe that without him, his colleagues wouldn’t come out looking for him? Even if his colleagues didn’t come out to find him, wouldn’t the government look for him? Honmaru could just keep going without him! Honmaru could just keep going without him! Honmaru could just keep going without him! Honmaru could just keep going! Enough!

Lin Ge lay on the bed browsing short videos of this world. Most of the apps here were actually quite similar to those in his original world, easy to get the hang of, just the video content was a bit different. At that moment, a message suddenly popped up on the top of his phone’s status bar. “Strawberry Shortcake: Are you there?”

That was the nickname he gave to Gojo Satoru. Lin Ge bolted up from the bed. He devoutly clicked into the app. “AA Desert Lone Wolf: Meow.”