In an unmanned alley in Hell's Kitchen in New York, a green light door opened and Craft, in casual clothes, walked out of it.

After the light gate was closed, Craft first tried to mobilize the power of hell obtained from the contract. Sure enough, he did not react at all. Then he opened the portal again and took Alare over.

Since the monk Ancient One was busy rectifying the hell and putting burdens on the two students, he did not come with Craft this time. Alice didn't like to run around and stayed in the original world, so only Angela and Alare were following.

"Hey, is this other world? It seems that there is nothing different."

After Alarei walked out of the portal, he looked around with his little head tilted.

"Under normal circumstances, there wouldn't be much change."

Craft smiled and rubbed Alare's hair, then tried to use the power of hell again...

It actually succeeded!

However, compared with the original world, it is more difficult to mobilize the power of hell in the new world.

To use the Internet as a metaphor, it is probably the difference between a 10-megapixel TV network and a 100-megapixel internal optical fiber.

I don’t know if it is the bad signal caused by cross-world, or if there are also hell and the king of hell in this world, which squeezes Alare’s permission...

Ah... If I say this, wouldn't I have alarmed Mephisto in this world if I do this?

"Tsk, Angela, let's check if there are people we are familiar with in this world."

Craft, who had dispersed the power of hell, smacked his lips, but was not afraid of Mephisto or other demons. He had been to hell once, and there was no newness when he went there again.

“Okay~”

Angela's cheerful voice rang in her headphones. You should know that her original hobby was to invade other people's computers and fight wits and courage with those firewalls, network security experts and even artificial intelligence.

While Angela was slipping around in the online world to pick the locks, Craft had already led Alare outside. He just glanced at the surrounding buildings and Craft knew his location.

Although the appearance and signage of most buildings are different from those in Craft's memory, the overall layout of the Hell Kitchen in the two worlds has not changed much.

After all, this place was where Craft had been staying for several years when he was a child, so naturally there was no possibility of admitting his mistake.

It's...is this hell kitchen a little too deserted?

The Hell Kitchen I remember is committing crimes almost every moment, and there are also gangsters with tattoos all over the street.

But now, Craft has not seen too many pedestrians. Although there are also gangsters who make themselves fancy, there are not many.

Is it a difference between parallel worlds?

And... why do these people look at me so strangely?

In addition to being even more deserted, Craft also found that many people were pointing at him, with greed and fear in his eyes, but the most was hatred.

"Angela, first check what's going on in this world."

It is obviously not difficult to guess about this situation. Craft twitched the corner of his mouth and asked Angela to figure it out first.

Although it is very good that I met my own peer in the first world I traveled through this time, it seems that something is wrong with myself in this world.

However, before Angela finished searching the information and gave it back to Craft, several police cars had already sounded the sirens and stopped him in front of him in a rampage.

Craft reached out and held Alarey who was eager to try it, and he became even more confused.

Is this policeman in Hell's Kitchen so arrogant?

In our place, the police in Hell's Kitchen are careful when they go out.

Just as Craft was confused, a large number of policemen got out of the car, pulled out the pistols from their waists, and aimed at him with the police car as cover.

"Craft! You are surrounded by us! Let go of the hostages in your hands quickly! Surrender quickly!"

A fat white policeman who was probably the leader, holding a loudspeaker in his hand, hid behind a group of men and shouted at Craft.

emmmmm... I am in this world, indeed, the problem is very serious...

Craft touched his chin speechlessly, but this simple action made the police become even more nervous as if they were scared by something terrifying, and even a little riot.

"Brother, are they referring to me as hostages?"

Alarey pulled the corner of Craft's clothes and pointed at his nose and asked.

"Yeah, right."

Craft responded casually.

Then Alari shouted loudly at the top of his throat: "Hahahahaha! Come quickly and let me go! I was kidnapped by my brother!"

Craft:...

Police officers at the scene:...

"Sir, is that little girl really kidnapped?"

A policeman came to the white officer's ear and muttered quietly.

"Otherwise? Do you really think she is Craft's sister?"

The white police officer widened his small eyes, which were almost invisible by the fat meat, and scolded: "Looking at this, I guess the hostage's intelligence may have some problems... Damn Craft! He didn't even let the child with intellectual disabilities go!"

Craft:...hey! I heard it!

At this moment, Angela's intelligence was finally collected, and Craft finally knew what was going on in this world.

Although there are also Magia Gang in this world, they are just a very ordinary and common gangster, so Craft in this world has not experienced any human experiments.

At first, Craft in this world was just a stowaway who had been wandering to America. With some small skills such as wood carvings and bamboo weaving, he barely made a living in Queens, New York.

Since the language was not understood at the beginning, everyone used the word "Craft" with a slightly professional nature to call him. Over time, this became his official name.

Later, Craft gradually learned English and established his own interpersonal relationships in Queens. Although he did not know any great people, everyone was a little bully who supported each other and had a very deep friendship.

However, unexpected events occurred. Just as Craft's life was gradually getting on track, he and several of his friends were suddenly involved in the struggle of the gang.

In this unforgettable disaster, Craft's friends died, but he was only more lucky and fell into the river next to him and disappeared.

Not long after, members of the two gangs were suddenly assassinated. No one noticed them at first, but as the death toll gradually increased and the top leaders of the gang also suffered casualties, the two gangs had to unite to investigate the murderer.

In the end, Craft was naturally turned on.

However, at this time, Craft had no idea where he learned his skills. Faced with the siege of the two gangs, he was not caught, but instead fought to their base camp in Hell's Kitchen.

This alarmed the other gangs in Hell Kitchen. For the sake of the gang and some of them united to encircle Craft.

Of course, there is no need to say much about the result. These gangs failed to succeed, but instead killed many people by Craft's later revenge.

And with Craft's continuous revenge, these gangs had to take the initiative to let the police intervene, and they also bribed some New York media and described Craft as a perverted murderer who enjoyed killing.

With the police's intervention and the alert of most uninformed people, Craft's crazy revenge had to stop, but he still lurked in the Hell's Kitchen, attacking the lonely gang members from time to time.

This is also the reason why the Hell Kitchen is so deserted now and the police can appear so "arrogantly".

But none of these are the main points, the focus is on the photos of Craft in this world that Angela collected.

Looking at the familiar white robe in the photo, and the rough sleeve sword that was obviously made of scrap copper and iron and bamboo weaving...

Craft's psychological imbalance.

I have dreamed of this dream, obviously!
Chapter completed!