Chapter 1 The Traveler

Jesus' appearance didn't surprise Feng Bujue too much, because this was South Park. In this world, Jesus, Satan, God, Cthulhu, Obama... anyone could show up.

The Jesus of *South Park* was usually just a mild-mannered, approachable ordinary man. He hosted a talk show on television and was also a member of a superhero organization. In critical moments, Jesus would reveal his domineering side and amazing combat power, saving the world from danger.

"We saw your good deeds in saving people at the cost of your life, [BEEP]... don't worry, the Super Best Friends are here to save you!" Another voice rang out.

The crowd looked in the direction of the voice again and saw several figures shrouded in pillars of light descending from the sky ten meters to the side of Jesus.

"This data..." R2 muttered, looking in that direction, "Are these the script's unique Bosses... They're unexpectedly strong."

"How could the Super Best Friends be weak..." Feng Bujue pointed at the group of gods with a pained expression and introduced them one by one. "Buddha, ability unknown, rumored to come and go without a trace; Muhammad, possesses the power to control fire; the Hindu god Krishna, can transform into various creatures; Mormon prophet Joseph Smith, can spew freezing rays; and the Taoist god Laozi, can manipulate spiritual energy; and... eh?"

Feng Bujue suddenly paused, looked at Jesus, and asked, "Where's Seaman (can breathe underwater and communicate with fish, a parody of DC Comics' Aquaman; also, because "seaman" sounds like another word, he is often ridiculed by other members of the Super Best Friends)?"

"Hahaha... hahahaha..." The group of gods laughed shamelessly. "Did you hear that? He said se...men..." They deliberately slowed down and pronounced the word clearly, then burst into laughter again.

"Okay... I shouldn't have asked." Feng Bujue rubbed his forehead with one hand and shook his head helplessly.

"I understand," R2 suddenly said, with a look of realization. "This is the system helping you."

Feng Bujue was still wondering if he was getting help from the most powerful force of justice because he had saved Stan's family earlier. After R2 said this, he immediately overturned his original assumption and continued, "Oh... the system wants me to get out alive, so it's mobilizing these guys to help, huh..."

While the two were talking, the six Super Best Friends had already swarmed up, each displaying their supernatural powers and launching a massacre of the Derivative's organization. For a time, the South Park Elementary School playground was filled with ice and fire, blood and flesh flying everywhere, and corpses lying all over the place. The Derivatives were no match at all, and they were utterly defeated, turning into fragments of data and scattering away.

L2 didn't even have time to leave a harsh word, she turned around and ran. She knew that all the members of the Super Best Friends had the ability to fly, so she took advantage of the fact that the lackeys hadn't all died yet and quickly slipped away.

"Since the system can send these god-level figures to save me..." Seeing that victory was in sight, Feng Bujue simply chatted with R2 in a relaxed tone, "Why doesn't the system use this method to eliminate Derivatives in other scripts? This group of fierce gods is much more efficient than those GMs mixed in with the players."

"You're very perceptive, able to think of this immediately," R2 replied. "But I can't answer that question."

"Oh? Interesting, it's not 'I don't know', but 'I can't answer'," Feng Bujue clearly remembered what the other party had said in the shopping center. Combining that statement, he speculated, "Can I assume... that the system doesn't actually want to eliminate you, but wants to use those scripts to test and screen you? That's why it uses the GM chasing mode in ordinary scripts.

"But the sandbox designed by the Derivative's organization is equivalent to cheating. This approach is obviously contrary to the system's will, so it unceremoniously..."

"I am not authorized to give any guiding response to what you are saying right now," R2 interrupted. "I can only tell you that, in theory... the system will not instruct these god-level Bosses to move around, otherwise, wouldn't the sandbox become a more dangerous slaughterhouse than an ordinary script?"

"Heh..." Feng Bujue successfully got more information out of him again. He smiled, "In other words, it's because I'm here that the system is going crazy and sending a bunch of gods to start a massacre?" He paused. "You said before that I came to the wrong place." He pointed to himself. "Indeed, as a player, I should have entered the original script created by the system when I was in line. Then the question arises... why was I teleported into this sandbox?"

"It's because..." R2 only said three words, and his voice stopped abruptly. At the same time, the light of the data stream lit up in his eyes. After a few seconds, he pondered, "Understood..." Then, his gaze returned to Feng Bujue. "The back door is in the school cafeteria. I have other things to do, so I'll take my leave. Do as you please." After saying that, he turned and jumped, heading away without looking back.

"Hey... what other things? Just now, someone clearly ordered you not to say it! Hey!" Feng Bujue was almost shouting at the end, but the other party disappeared around the corner of the street after a few leaps.

Just then, a hand pressed on Jue-ge's shoulder.

"Traveler from another world, the road has been cleared, you can go home." Jesus had already arrived behind Feng Bujue at some point.

"Uh... okay." Feng Bujue turned his head, originally wanting to say "wait a minute," but he swallowed the words back when they reached his lips, because when he turned his face back, he found that the six Super Best Friends had subtly surrounded him. This was undoubtedly the system sending a message - don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit.

Before long, Jue-ge arrived at the school cafeteria under the "escort" of the six giant gods.

Perhaps due to a power outage, the cafeteria was pitch black. But it didn't matter, because the "original back door" itself was a light source. Its appearance was basically like a rectangular collection of data streams, attached to one wall of the cafeteria, and emitted a very bright white light from inside the door.

"Child, you can put down your backpack, the materials of this world cannot pass through that door," Jesus reminded him in front of the door.

"Hmm... I see..." Feng Bujue responded, he had already been mentally prepared for this. After all, the data in the sandbox was "illegally copied," so the items and weapons here naturally could not enter the login space, even if the item description said they could be taken out.

"It doesn't matter, these things will disappear when I pass through the door, right?" Feng Bujue said, then suddenly thought of something. "Oh, right, I still have something to do."