Wen Xishu looked at Xiaomian, so scared yet so worried about him.
He suddenly felt a bit of compassion.
This world, this fragment of the Evil Land, someone actually cares about him here. It's strange. In the past, when people cared for him, he'd become alert yet would also respond once he deemed it safe.
Like Zheng Zai, Ah Miao, Wenren Mirror, Xun Hui, Yue Yun, and many others.
But he felt a strong aversion to Xiaomian's admiration.
Essentially, he thought Xiaomian's affection made him physically uncomfortable.
"If this world wants to keep me, then why did it match me with such an opening?"
"And... what exactly is Xiaomian so worried about? What's this intense sense of crisis all about?"
Just as Wen Xishu was mulling over everything and the world's mismatch level reached 94 points.
He clearly felt like there was something crawling on the window of the high floors.
But his attention was diverted at that moment.
"Hey, who are you?" A somewhat frivolous, slightly teasing male voice came through.
The voice came from the communicator.
"Judy?" Wen Xishu asked instinctively.
"Ah! It's you! Ability User! That's great." Judy sounded somewhat happy, instantly losing his flirty tone.
Wen Xishu said:
"Your voice, why is it different?"
Judy seemed puzzled:
"Why are you saying that? Mia said the same thing... and even criticized my attire. By the way, have you contacted the others?"
Wen Xishu shook his head:
"No, the others didn't give me a sense of dissonance. By the way, what's your world mismatch level now?"
Wen Xishu didn't avoid Xiaomian and directly mentioned the term world mismatch level.
But Xiaomian didn't react, seemingly unaware of what that term meant. Xiaomian just sensed that Wen Xishu had recently exuded a certain dangerous aura.
This aura would attract certain things.
But he didn't know what these words from Wen Xishu meant.
At this moment, a reply from Judy that surprised Wen Xishu even more came.
"What? What's world mismatch level?" Judy's voice carried a hint of confusion.
"Mia, do you know? Ability User asked about our world mismatch level?" Judy continued.
A magnetic, elegant male voice came through the communicator:
"I don't know."
Wen Xishu was shocked.
Don't know?
He always felt that since Judy and Mia could make him feel dissonance, which pushed the world mismatch level to over 90... then perhaps they would also find many things odd.
"What are you doing right now? Do you feel anything unusual?"
"No... no! Hey, do you have anything else? If not, don't bother us!" Judy hung up.
Listening to the busy signal on the communicator, Wen Xishu suddenly decided to find Judy and Mia.
"I have to see them..."
The world mismatch level was decreasing.
The synchronization rate was slowly rising again. The eerie crawling sound outside the window was fading, receding.
After a while, the world mismatch level had dropped to 70, and the synchronization rate had increased from single digits to 30.
Wen Xishu was now certain that to reclaim his lost cognition, he had to lower the synchronization rate to a minimum. But this carried some risk.
"Brother... can't you stop thinking? Life here is really interesting, don't leave me," Xiaomian said.
Wen Xishu looked at Xiaomian:
"Why do you think I would leave?"
Xiaomian shook his head:
"I don't know, but... but the aura you emit makes you seem so unfamiliar, I feel you could be taken away by someone."
Wen Xishu said:
"By whom?"
Xiaomian still shook his head:
"I... I don't know, but in that moment just now, I felt as if... as if you might be in danger, might leave me."
Wen Xishu seemed to understand.
As his synchronization rapidly decreased, Xiaomian first became angry, with a fierce and even ferocious expression.
He suddenly realized that it was a form of yandere... an obsessive behavior of absolutely not letting someone leave, even breaking their legs to keep them by one's side.
But as the synchronization rate dropped to a critical point.
It seemed to attract some special things, and Xiaomian began to worry about him.
"I'm not leaving."
"Really? That's great!" Xiaomian wanted to hug Wen Xishu again.
But Wen Xishu still refused.
He wasn't staying because he decided to adapt to this world and join the Shushan Sect.
He just needed to ask others.
After all, there were still six people he could ask.
Next, Wen Xishu contacted several people.
But after a round of inquiries, only Horn provided some clues.
When Russell received Wen Xishu's call, he didn't find anything unusual.
At this moment, Russell only felt that although there were many sissy boys around... it didn't stop him from going to the restaurant to eat like crazy. Russell's current identity was the boss of a certain company, which made him feel very happy here.
He didn't know why the term sissy boys came to mind, but it just seemed reasonable.
Then, Wen Xishu called the sickly old man Smith.
Although Smith always disliked odd people, now, in the nursing home, interacting with a bunch of heavily made-up elderly folks wasn't bad.
He enjoyed the lively atmosphere. It seemed that there was a trend of foreign worship in this city, even among the elderly, and while Smith was sickly, he was now very popular.