Chapter 1 Jesus

Feng Bujue wasn't too surprised by the appearance of Jesus, because this was South Park. In this world, anything could happen: Jesus, Satan, God, Cthulhu, Obama… any figure could show up.

The South Park version of Jesus was usually just an approachable, ordinary guy with a gentle voice. He hosted a talk show on TV 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 selfless act of saving people, [bleep]... Don't worry, the Super Best Friends are here to save you!" Another voice rang out.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound again, and saw a dozen or so figures shrouded in pillars of light descending from the sky a dozen meters to Jesus's side.

"This data..." R2 muttered, looking in that direction, "Are these unique bosses in this script...? They're unexpectedly strong."

"The Super Best Friends are strong, of course..." Feng Bujue pointed at the group of gods with a painful expression, introducing them one by one, "Buddha, unknown ability, said to come and go without a trace; Muhammad, possessing the power to control fire; the Indian god Krishna, can transform into various creatures; Mormon prophet Joseph Smith, can spit out freezing rays; and the Taoist god Laozi, can manipulate spiritual energy; and... eh?"

Feng Bujue suddenly paused as he said this, looking at Jesus and asking, "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 to pronounce the word clearly, and then started laughing foolishly together.

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

"I understand," R2 suddenly said, his expression frozen, "This is the system's help to 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 mobilized these guys to help, right..."

While the two were talking, the six Super Best Friends had already swarmed up, each displaying their supernatural powers, and launched a massacre against the Source Organization's derivatives. For a time, ice and fire mingled, blood and flesh flew, and corpses littered the South Park Elementary School playground. The derivatives were no match at all, and were utterly defeated, turning into fragments of data and dissipating.

L2 didn't even have time to say a harsh word before turning around and running away. 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 minions hadn't all died yet to quickly escape.

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

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

"Oh? Interesting, 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 those remarks, he speculated, "Can I assume... that the system doesn't actually want to eliminate you, but wants to test and screen you through those scripts? That's why it uses the GM pursuit mode in ordinary scripts.

But this sandbox designed by the Source Organization is equivalent to cheating. This approach is obviously contrary to the will of the system, so it mercilessly..."

"I am not authorized to give any guiding responses to what you are saying at the moment," 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 slaughterhouse more dangerous than ordinary scripts?"

"Heh..." Feng Bujue successfully extracted information again. He smiled, "In other words, it's because I'm here that the system is going berserk and sending a bunch of gods to go on a killing spree?" 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 queuing up. Then here comes the question... why was I transferred to this sandbox?"

"It's because..." R2 only said three words before his voice suddenly stopped. At the same time, the brilliance of data flow lit up in his eyes. After a few seconds, he muttered, "Understood..." Then, his gaze returned to Feng Bujue, "The backdoor is in the school cafeteria. I have other things to do, so I'll take my leave. You can do as you please." After saying that, he turned around and jumped, heading into the distance 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 now." Jesus had already arrived behind Feng Bujue at some point.

"Uh... okay." Feng Bujue was going to say "wait a minute" when he turned his head, but he swallowed the words back when they reached his mouth, because when he turned his face back, he found that the six Super Best Friends had vaguely surrounded him. This was undoubtedly the system conveying 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 giants.

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

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

"Hmm... is that so..." Feng Bujue responded. He had been mentally prepared for this. After all, the data in the sandbox was "illegally copied." The items and weapons here naturally couldn't enter the landing space, even if the item description said they could be taken out.

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