I Can See Health Bars in Real Life

Just the way he said it so nonchalantly, as if it were a matter of course, makes it sound quite intimidating, as if the ability to travel between different worlds was something he naturally possessed, creating a profound and mysterious impression.

His words are indeed persuasive, especially combined with his crazed antics last night. Those unaware of the details naturally assume it is his own power.

At least, Yato feels this way. He smiled wryly and shook his head repeatedly, saying, "As expected."

After a brief silence, he asked again, "So, the game and the bet you mentioned earlier..."

"Oh, that, it's true as well..." Gu Mo nodded earnestly, "I initially had other plans, but now I've changed my mind..."

"After all—God loves the world, but those who can save themselves... are only humans themselves."

As he spoke, he pretended to look deeply out the window, only to catch sight of his "followers" outside and nearly blew his cover, quickly redirecting his gaze and pretending he didn't care.

Yato didn't notice this. He just contemplated those words and nodded.

He felt he understood too, that the problems with this world's demons and specters are indeed severe, and the root lies with humans... The more negative emotions and dark elements of people's minds, the greater this world's evil becomes, spawning more and more demons.

Thinking this way, Yato recalled his initial thought, curiously glanced at the group of fanatical Broken Throat followers outside, and couldn't help but look again at the old Spirit of the Other World before him... It seems his initial idea was not entirely wrong, as the counterpart indeed began harvesting belief extensively.

In fact, it wasn't only Yato; many people thought so regarding last night's incident, believing the hidden intentions were finally revealed.

While it might seem humorous, it couldn't hide the demonstration of miraculous power, especially given modern communication technology's reach and convenience. It was an unprecedented massive "miracle", unmatched even if traced back to the age of the gods.

If it indeed came from some bizarre Otherworld existence, it probably wasn't sightseeing with a tourist mindset as mentioned, right?

There must be some ulterior motive, likely targeting this world's faith, trying to squeeze their already harsh living space... Unfortunately, the gods were convinced of this threat, prepared for any eventuality, yet could do nothing.

Ultimately, if they could do something, they wouldn't have been pushed to such a desperate situation.

"What do you plan to do next?" Yato asked.

"I don't plan on doing anything, but you should seize the opportunity..." Gu Mo stretched lazily, "The next era might not be the best, but at least it won't be worse."

......

The conversation with Yato didn't last long, as the latter slipped into deep thought, Gu Mo finished his meal, waved his sleeve, and left without a trace.

By the way, he didn't pay the bill… Charging a consulting fee isn't excessive, Yato earns five yen from a single job, and with some diligence, he could earn a meal in less than a year.

He's helping Yato out of bewilderment, encouraging him to face the new life positively… There isn't much time for melancholy; as long as he quickly gets into the money-making mindset, Yato will know what he needs to do.

As Gu Mo passed those missionaries, he couldn't help but make a suggestion, gently expressing that "Broken Throat" isn't truly the lord's name, perhaps it should be changed, like "Lord Mo", which sounds fine too...

And then he was chased for two blocks by angry, fanatical followers before he managed to escape, feeling quite annoyed but helpless.

Without packing his things as there was nothing worth packing, Gu Mo advanced toward the location of the building where he initially entered the instance, checking his idea along the way—he found himself able to hear the voices from the other side more distinctly, seeing them upon calming his mind no matter where he went.

Moreover, he seemed indeed to possess some strange traits of gods like Yato and Visakha—

Though this world's gods were somewhat shameful, their form of existence indeed carried distinctive elements, with physical presence, able to eat, affect changes in physical phenomena, and interact with the material world, yet appearing invisible to ordinary people's eyes.

Gu Mo now seemed indeed to possess this trait, walking openly on the streets. Unless he intentionally interacted, drawing attention from others, he seemed to be overlooked by everyone.

No more strange, scrutinizing glances fixated on him, no more bold girls occasionally appearing, seeking contact information...

Gu Mo didn't feel disappointed; he rather felt relieved after a long time.

The road ahead was blocked with caution tape, as the main stage of last night's event was around here, and currently, local police and United States soldiers were vigilantly guarding and patrolling, with armored cars and tanks even parked nearby.

On truly important matters, Uncle Sam didn't plan on bothering about face.

As he lamented, Gu Mo casually took photos with his phone, shot one in front of the tanks, several before military supplies, then leisurely crossed the caution tape, continued taking pictures while walking… Along the way, no one noticed anything amiss.

However, while he could let people overlook his presence, machines could still capture his image, quickly noticed by the surveillance personnel.

For a moment, the whole scene became tense, with a team of fully armed soldiers tracing his path based on surveillance, ultimately stopping at a rooftop of a building, looking around blankly, unable to see even a half figure, causing the officials in charge to feel quite frustrated.

...

...

The real world.

"Finally, he's back..."

Gu Mo descended the rooftop of the deserted and unfinished building.

The building clusters seemed like empty pigeon cages, with only a framework, and he could see the cold moonlight outside. In this reality, it still seemed to be nighttime... The Time Flow Speed appeared somewhat strange, so Gu Mo tried taking out his phone, which hadn't been used in ages, rebooting it to recalibrate the time.

He had been there for about a month, while in the real world… around thirteen days had passed…

He lowered his eyes, calculating in his mind, shook his head helplessly, it wasn't too bad after all; the Time Flow Speed was faster there and slower here, meaning he didn't disappear for too long in the real world, nor attracted much attention.

The chat group didn't have much new information, just some false science and sentimental articles forwarded by aunts, added up to dozens more pieces, averaging over three pieces a day, amidst which were a few unclaimed red packets… Presumably, those were pennies too.

Additionally, some tasks were assigned to him, seeking him for copywriting work, but as he hadn't responded for over a week, there wasn't any follow-up.

Putting his phone away, Gu Mo stretched with effort, continued walking quickly down the building.

Back to browsing stores to see if any good items appear, but then... he thought about the current keys he possessed, couldn't help but give rise to an odd idea—according to the system's explanation, the key mechanism extracts a random unowned object from the current world to serve as a reward, ensuring it matches the corresponding level of Quality.

So then—what if he used it in the modern world?