Samuel Green waved his hand casually, and the spear flew from his hand like a dart, piercing into a man who was rushing at him. The spear seemed to pass through paper, easily penetrating the man's body, then carried the corpse away, crashing down not far off.

Such slaughter—shouldn’t people be given a moment to speak? No; the old women who had been standing at every doorway now sprang into action. Some pulled out whips from their bodies, some produced rulers, and others drew twin blades, their eyes bloodshot as they charged at Samuel Green.

Fine, then let’s bring some peace to this world.

Samuel Green's figure flickered repeatedly. His movements seemed discontinuous—he would suddenly appear here, then suddenly over there, each appearance abrupt, like dance moves in a dark club, where every flash of the strobe light reveals a solitary pose, each move isolated from the next, like panels in a comic book, every action a page in the illustration.

In just a few breaths, the courtyard truly fell silent. Everyone had collapsed, their breathing ceased. At this moment, the laughter of men and women outside the courtyard wall also came to a halt. Samuel Green glanced around, and the little girl at the doorway timidly asked again, “Are you here to save me?”

Samuel Green looked around, noticing that all the doors in the courtyard were ajar. He gazed about the courtyard in confusion once more.

From his position, the courtyard seemed to extend further back, for behind the rooms and at the corners, a low wall could be faintly seen. Beyond the low wall, the air was thick with moisture, as if there was a pond.

“Are you here to save me?” The petite beauty at the door asked, her voice choked with tears.

Chapter 3: Maybe a Good Person?

Samuel Green snorted through his nose—perhaps that was an agreement.

The girl leaning against the door immediately relaxed all her muscles... Strangely, she didn’t seem particularly excited. She remained standing where she was, giving Samuel Green a once-over, and softly asked, “What kind of deity are you in the Heavenly Realm?”

“Heavenly Realm? What does this have to do with the Heavenly Realm?” Samuel Green rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“I saw it. You appeared from midair, not from the ground. When Mrs. Parker was hitting me, I was praying to all the gods and Buddhas in the sky. Suddenly, behind Mrs. Parker, about at shoulder height, a few fingers appeared out of nowhere. The fingers groped around, as if trying to grab something, and then, with a dazzling flash of white light, you appeared.

I once made a vow to the gods and Buddhas: if they answered my prayers and reached out to save me, I would light an eternal lamp and rebuild their golden statues... Now my wish has come true. Tell me, which immortal sent you, so I can fulfill my vow to them.”

A rough voice called out from behind, coming from outside the courtyard wall. Samuel Green ignored it, glancing around absentmindedly as he replied, “My appearance here has nothing to do with the gods and Buddhas above. It’s just a temporal-spatial disturbance. No one can command me. I’m not an immortal, just a passerby...”

The little girl opposite was immediately filled with surprise and delight. “No one can command you? Then what rank are you?”

Samuel Green shook his head, deciding to give up on this unexplainable topic. He countered, “What’s with these people? Why do they try to kill on sight? Luckily it was me—if it had been someone else, hmph...”

The girl across from him looked utterly disappointed. “So you’re not here to save me.”

Samuel Green glanced at her. “If you hadn’t asked that question, maybe I would have run far away and not lingered here... Fine, let’s say I am here to save you. You saw me appear, you asked that question—if you were silenced because of it, I couldn’t rest easy.”

The girl leaning at the door blinked her eyes. “Are you still going to leave? Can you stay?”

Samuel Green hadn’t had time to answer when the courtyard gate was kicked open and several people burst in.

...

Samuel Green quietly watched the newcomers.

A short, chubby fellow led two burly men with a military air. Each of them held a knife... At the sight of the gleaming blades, Samuel Green's pupils contracted—were these the ones shouting outside the wall just now?

Very well, very formidable.

Better not provoke me.

Of course, it seemed they wouldn’t be able to provoke him anyway—the chubby newcomer, upon seeing Samuel Green, widened his eyes as if to intimidate, but that glare made him notice the hellish scene in the courtyard. Henry Brooks's legs gave out, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground. Luckily, the soldier beside him reacted quickly, slipping his hand under Henry Brooks's ribs to support him.

The courtyard was awash with blood.

One burly man lay on his back by the wall, his chest completely caved in. His eyes were wide open in disbelief, and blood had seeped from the corners of his mouth, nostrils, and even his ears. Yet, no blood had flowed onto the ground—the grass beside him was spotless. The man had been killed in an instant, so no blood had time to spill.

Henry Brooks's legs trembled as he glanced around in terror: