138: Back to reality, take your "spoils" with you.

At 7:00 AM on Monday, in the courtyard of the Su Family Old Residence in the "all is well" world, the last fallen leaf was blown to Xie Hui's feet by the wind.

He looked at Su Mingyu, Zhu Li, and Wu Fei standing before him, while Xiao Mi was still clutching his arm, reluctant to let go. His heart was filled with warmth—yesterday, it had been confirmed that Su Mingcheng was being forcibly executed by the court due to gambling debts, Su Mingzhe had been suspended by the Company Name for investigation, and Su Daqiang had been arranged by the community to enter the senior activity center, with no energy left to cause trouble. The matters of this world had finally come to a complete end.

"Are you really leaving?" Su Mingyu gripped the silver bracelet she had previously given to Xie Hui, her voice tinged with reluctance. "In the future… will I ever be able to see you again?"

Xie Hui patted Xiao Mi's head, then looked at Zhu Li and Wu Fei, his tone firm: "I will. I am just returning to my world temporarily. Once I finish handling matters there, I might come back to visit you all." He reached into his inner universe and pulled out three new nine flower jade dew pills, handing them to the three women respectively. "Keep these to regulate your bodies and take good care of yourselves."

Zhu Li took the porcelain bottle, her eyes slightly red. "We will. You should also take care of yourself, and don't be like before, always worrying about others."

Wu Fei hugged Xiao Mi and said softly, "Xiao Mi is still waiting to play with you, so don't forget us."

Xiao Mi added in her cute, milky voice, "Uncle Xie, you must remember to call me!"

Xie Hui smiled and nodded, took a step back, raised his right hand, and activated the "Multiverse Origin" skill—a pale blue light flickered in his palm, and the surrounding scene began to distort slightly. He took one last look at the three of them and used "Time Stop" to freeze the moment: Xiao Mi's waving hand, the tips of Su Mingyu's fingers gripping the silver bracelet, and the reluctance in the eyes of Zhu Li and Wu Fei. Then, he turned and stepped into the light.

"Hum—" The sound of wind in his ears disappeared, and the scene before his eyes changed from the Su Family Old Residence to the familiar ceiling of his rental apartment. Xie Hui blinked, sat up, and looked at the unfinished takeout box on the table, the old mobile phone charging nearby, and the Corporate Slave punch-in chart on the wall. Only then did he realize—he had truly returned to his own reality, that rental apartment in Magic City measuring less than twenty square meters.

Compared to the large house and his status as an investor in the Company Name in the "all is well" world, this place seemed small and crowded, but the familiar atmosphere of daily life made him feel at ease—this was his true starting point.

He stretched, remembered the "war trophies" in his inner universe, and quickly focused his mind. With a thought, several items instantly appeared on the table in front of him: a stack of photos, a yellowed land deed, two brand-new smartphones, and an ultra-thin laptop.

He picked up the photo on top first. The first one was a profile view of Su Mingyu at the celebration banquet for the new energy project; she was holding a wine glass, with undisguised joy in her eyes. The second was of Zhu Li cooking in the kitchen of her new apartment, with flour still on her apron. The third was Wu Fei with Xiao Mi at a piano performance, Xiao Mi wearing a pink tulle dress and smiling like a flower. The last one was a group photo of the four of them at a family restaurant, with Xiao Mi sitting in the middle and the three of them surrounding her, warm yellow light falling on everyone's faces.

Xie Hui stroked the edges of the photos, recalling every little detail in that world—the first time he saw Su Mingyu's strength outside the funeral, her gratitude when he helped resolve Zhu Li's audit crisis, the warmth of accompanying Wu Fei to take Xiao Mi for piano practice, and the sincerity of the three women when they chose to follow him in the end... These scenes flashed through his mind like a movie, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl upwards.

Then he picked up the land deed to the Su Family Old Residence. The paper was slightly stiff, and the name "Su Daqiang" was still clearly visible on it. He remembered the chaos when he first came to the old residence, Su Daqiang's antics, Su Mingcheng's arrogance, Su Mingzhe's hypocrisy, and finally, the complete exposure of their selfishness. This land deed was not just a souvenir, but more like a medal for his "battle" in this world—proving that he had truly helped the three female protagonists escape their shadows.

"Maybe I can come back to visit in the future and renovate this old residence into the way they like it." Xie Hui tucked the land deed into the photo album and picked up the two smartphones. After powering them on, the screens lit up. One was the brand Su Mingyu often used, and the wallpaper was a photo of the new energy project factory area; the other was Zhu Li's, with a wallpaper showing the balcony of her new apartment, decorated with several pots of succulents. He opened Su Mingyu's mobile phone, and inside was a folder named "Mr. Xie," containing videos of him shielding her from Su Mingcheng, and recordings of them eating dumplings together. In Zhu Li's mobile phone, there were photos of rental contracts and chat records of the two discussing audit projects.

Finally, he opened the laptop. The desktop background was a photo of Wu Fei and Xiao Mi. Inside, there was a document named "Su Family Accounts," which detailed every penny Su Mingcheng had spent as a parasite, Su Mingzhe's empty promises, and Su Daqiang's expenses from his antics—this was what Xie Hui had previously asked Wu Fei to help organize; he hadn't expected Wu Fei to secretly save it on the computer.

"These things are enough to 'show off' properly in the real world." Xie Hui smiled and closed the laptop, then thought of the things he had brought from the the legend of the condor heroes world—the handwritten copy of the Nine Yin Manual, the manual for the Dog Beating Staff Technique, and the remaining gold bars. He had previously sold one to inject capital into the Company Name, and now there were three left in his small universe.

With a thought, he took out a gold bar and placed it on the table. Its glittering appearance formed a sharp contrast with the simplicity of the rental apartment. "Before, I was a Corporate Slave who got his shoes stepped on in the subway and was gaslighted by his boss. Now, with these things, it's time to let people in the real world see that I, Xie Hui, am not who I used to be."

At this moment, his old mobile phone rang. It was a WeChat message from his previous boss: "Xie Hui, you've been on leave for a week. If you don't come to work, don't bother coming back!" Xie Hui looked at the message, thinking of the days before his Transmigration—working overtime until late at night every day, being gaslighted by his boss, and earning a salary that was barely enough to pay rent. He sneered and replied directly: "I quit." Then, he blocked the boss.

Putting down the old mobile phone, he picked up Su Mingyu's smartphone and checked the stock market information in the real world—he discovered that several stocks had the same trends as in the "all is well" world, and he happened to know the rise and fall of the market for the next half year. "I'll earn my first pot of gold first, buy a bigger house, and then look for people like the three of them; it can count as a warm-up for the next world."

Xie Hui stood up, walked to the window, and watched the flow of people in the morning rush hour downstairs—he used to be one of them, squeezing onto the subway, eating takeout, fearing unemployment. But now it was different; he had been to the the legend of the condor heroes world and learned martial arts and medical skills; he had been to the "all is well" world, protected the people he wanted to protect, and brought back so many "war trophies."

He touched his chest, where his inner universe was located. Inside, there were not only gold, silver, Medicinal Pill, photos, land deeds, and technological products, but also the courage and confidence brought by these two instances of Transmigration. "Where will the next world be? Wuxia? Xianxia? Or some other film or television drama?" He was filled with anticipation and looked at the photos on the table again. "Once I stand firm in the real world, maybe I can really find a way to bring them to reality as well."

At noon, Xie Hui went out and sold one gold bar, exchanging it for 500,000 in cash—a bit higher than the price he had sold it for in the "all is well" world, after all, gold is a hard currency. He first rented a two-bedroom apartment nearby, which was twice the size of his previous rental, then went to buy new furniture, placed the photos on the living room shelf, put the land deed in a drawer, and set the smartphones and computer on the desk, looking every bit like he was starting a new life.

In the evening, he sat on the new sofa, opened the laptop, looked at the "Su Family Accounts" document inside, and clicked on the celebration banquet video on Su Mingyu's mobile phone, the corners of his mouth constantly curving in a smile. "The journey in the 'all is well' world has ended, but the exhilarating journey in the real world has just begun." He picked up the porcelain bottle of nine flower jade dew pills, poured one out, and put it in his mouth. A faint, refreshing fragrance spread in his mouth. "Next, it's time to let people in the real world see what a truly invincible Corporate Slave's counterattack is like."

The night view of Magic City outside the window lit up, with neon lights flickering. Xie Hui knew that he was no longer that Corporate Slave who could only be bullied—he had the ability to Transmigrate across worlds, the strength to protect others, and a head full of "secrets." The days ahead would only get more and more exhilarating, and the door to the next world was already beckoning to him.