Luo Han was speechless.
He had almost forgotten he even had a talent.
When he first entered the Collision World, he had studied it for a long time without ever managing to trigger it, so he had pushed it to the back of his mind.
He never expected it to activate during the Collision World’s settlement phase.
Soon, Luo Han felt his consciousness rising, passing through an invisible boundary like a diver surfacing from the deep sea.
At the moment of departure, he thought he heard a sound—a cluttered whisper of something he couldn’t comprehend—and then everything fell into silence.
Sunlight from the real world streamed through the window, landing on his desk.
Luo Han opened his eyes and found himself sitting on the edge of his bed.
The clock on the nightstand showed it was already the next morning.
He had long ago read online analyses regarding the time dilation of that world, so he wasn’t at all surprised.
The faint golden sun tattoo on his wrist burned slightly before gradually fading from view.
He could sense that his staff and spatial bag were stored inside, ready to be retrieved at any moment.
This was quite convenient.
He sat on the edge of the bed for a moment to steady himself.
His memories of Frieren’s world were clear and vivid.
They hadn’t faded with his return; instead, they felt like a series of carefully framed paintings stored safely in a corner of his mind.
He raised his hand, and with a slight thought, a tiny wisp of mana appeared at his fingertips.
It wasn’t an illusion; it was a real, tangible power.
Then he clenched his fist.
He felt exactly as he had in his Mimic humanoid body.
This was a relief—his training in the Collision World hadn’t been in vain.
After the attribute conversion, everything had been inherited by his physical body.
The feeling of his gains from the Collision World affecting reality was wonderful.
Luo Han took a long breath and looked out the window.
The city sky was sliced into geometric shapes by skyscrapers, and the distant roar of traffic drifted in.
The journey in the Collision World was over, but the adventure in the Real Realm was just beginning.
Luo Han stood up and checked his phone.
He found a message from his parents saying they had gone to work.
There was breakfast in the fridge.
He sent them a quick message to let them know he was safe.
As he went to heat up his breakfast, he kept his phone out, intending to search for information on attribute bonuses upon evacuation and the state of the Collision World within the Real Realm.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang, just as the microwave emitted a sharp “ding.”
Luo Han turned away from the refrigerator, about to take out the heated milk.
He frowned.
Who would it be at this hour?
His parents were at work, and couriers wouldn’t be at the door this early.
He walked quietly to the entryway and leaned in toward the peephole.
Two people stood outside—a man and a woman.
They wore crisp black uniforms, and the emblems on their epaulets glinted with a cold, metallic luster under the hallway lights.
Enforcers.
Luo Han’s heart sank.
*What’s going on?*
He heard a man’s voice from outside.
It was slightly muffled by the door but clear enough: “Hello.
We are from the Entrant Control Office.
AI detected a slight supernatural energy fluctuation in this residence approximately ten minutes ago.
According to Article 37 of the ‘Interim Regulations on Entrant Management,’ we need to register and file a report for the new Entrant.”
A woman’s voice followed, her tone calm.
“Please rest assured, this is a routine procedure.
If someone in the house has just obtained Entrant status from a Collision World, simply cooperate with the registration.”
Ten minutes ago.
Luo Han’s mind flashed back.
He had been sitting on the bed, trying to mobilize the mana in his body.
It was just the simplest wisp, condensed at his fingertip into a stream thinner than a strand of hair, just to see how mana felt in the real world.
And that had been detected?
He recalled the Entrant forums and guide posts he had browsed online.
No one had ever mentioned real-time monitoring in the real world.
Either all the veterans had a silent agreement to hide this information to watch newcomers trip up, or the authorities were intentionally controlling the information to keep the specifics of the monitoring mechanism from spreading too far.
Luo Han remained composed, his mind racing.
His original plan was to keep a low profile for a while, slowly figure out the rules of the Entrant world, and contact some civilian organizations before deciding on his next move.
He hadn’t expected to be caught right at the start.
He had no criminal record, and there were so many Entrants in the world now.
He had seen them online; they weren’t strictly policed.
Registration was fine.
However, his evacuation settlement evaluation in the Collision World was “Profound Grade.” That was too shocking.
Until someone achieved an “Earth Grade” evaluation two worlds ago, the Profound Grade was the exclusive domain of top-tier powerhouses.
He could claim to be a few tiers lower, perhaps “Aeon Grade.” This evaluation would be considered upper-tier in the eyes of the authorities—neither too conspicuous nor easily dismissed.
As for his massive amount of points and magic, he had to keep those hidden.
Luo Han reigned in his mana.
In the span of a few heartbeats, the male Enforcer’s voice sounded again, this time with a more professional gravity: “We have confirmed the source of the fluctuation is inside the house.
Do not make a mistake.
We are only here for registration.”
Luo Han took a deep breath and turned the doorknob.
When the two people outside saw him, their expressions didn’t change.
The male Enforcer spoke, his gaze lingering on Luo Han’s face for a moment.
“It’s you, right?
Based on household registration and age data, the Entrant in this residence should be you, Luo Han?”
“It’s me.” Luo Han nodded and stepped aside.
“Please, come in.”
The two entered and sat on the living room sofa.
Luo Han went to the kitchen to pour two glasses of water.
When he returned, he saw the male Enforcer had opened a thin tablet, the screen displaying a blue-and-white registration interface.
“Alright, let’s begin the basic information registration.” The male Enforcer tapped the first column, his fingers clicking on the virtual keyboard.
“Name: Luo Han.
Age: 18.
Gender…” He paused and looked up, his expression a bit odd.
“Although you look fine, I have to ask as per protocol: you didn’t exchange for a bloodline or magic that changed your gender, right?
You are male?”
Luo Han: “…”
The ridiculous “Mimic” identity flashed through his mind, and the corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.
“Yes.
Male.”
The female Enforcer sighed and snatched the tablet away.
“I’ll do it.
You take a break.”
She rolled her eyes at her colleague and turned to Luo Han with a professional smile.
“Sorry about that.
He’s been dealing with a few cases lately involving gender identity conflicts caused by Collision World identities.
He’s a bit oversensitive.”
The male Enforcer rubbed his nose sheepishly and leaned back into the sofa.
The rest of the registration went smoothly: ID number, address, and contact information.
Then they reached the critical part.
“Evaluation Grade.” The female Enforcer’s finger hovered over the tablet as she looked up at Luo Han.
“Please answer this carefully.
The authorities provide resource support and training pathways for Entrants who achieve high grades on their first run.
But the premise is…” she paused, “that you can prove it.”
She added, “If you are Desolate Grade, we can finish the registration right here.
But if you are above Desolate Grade, you need to come with us to the Entrant Coordination Center for a basic combat power test to verify the authenticity of the evaluation.”
Luo Han was silent for two seconds.
“Aeon Grade.”
The living room went quiet for a moment.
The two Enforcers exchanged a glance.
The man raised an eyebrow, and the woman took another long look at Luo Han, her eyes showing a hint of scrutiny.
“Aeon Grade…
“Most newcomers are lucky to get Primordial Grade on their first try; many choose to just hide out the whole time to secure a Desolate Grade evacuation.”
She spoke as she typed.
“After all, as long as you have Entrant status, even if you aren’t strong, you can still make extra money by helping out in open-type worlds.
If you’re Aeon Grade…
you’re already eligible to be on the recruitment lists of several corporations.”
Luo Han nodded.
“Combat orientation?” The male Enforcer leaned forward, taking over the questioning again.
“Melee?
Ranged?
Magic?
Or support?”
“Melee,” Luo Han answered.
“I also studied some magic on the side, but they’re mostly low-level spells.
Magic isn’t my main focus.”
“A dual-path user?” The female Enforcer recorded this.
“List all the magic you know.
For the sake of preventing supernatural crime, we need everything on file.”
Luo Han listed several common skills.
Besides general attack and defense magic, he also mentioned some of the more obscure spells he had learned from Frieren.
When he mentioned the “Magic to make grapes sour,” the expressions of the two Enforcers became visibly strained.
The male Enforcer rubbed his chin.
“That magic is…
interesting.”
“It still needs to be registered,” the female Enforcer said flatly as she typed.
“Every supernatural ability needs to be on file, even if it only makes grapes sour.”
The registration continued.
When asked about “Alignment Tendency,” Luo Han answered truthfully: “Lawful Good.”
“Lawful Good…” the female Enforcer mused, tapping the tablet.
“We don’t know what your actual alignment is, but you should be careful.
You know about the previous Dungeons & Dragons world—some Entrants who gained the Paladin class went around using ‘Detect Evil’ everywhere, and it caused a lot of unpleasantness.”
She looked at Luo Han, her tone serious.
“If your tendency is real, I hope you don’t let it go to your head.
Stay honest in the Real Realm.
There are many of us seniors who have survived seven worlds.
With an Aeon Grade evaluation, your future is bright.”
Luo Han naturally agreed.
Once the registration was complete, the female Enforcer turned the tablet toward Luo Han.
“Verify the information.
If it’s correct, give us an electronic signature.
Then, you’ll need to come with us for the basic test.”
Luo Han scanned the screen.
Everything was filled out as he had said: Evaluation Grade: Aeon; full skill list; alignment: Lawful Good.
He pressed his thumb down and signed his name.
“I’ll send a message to my parents,” he said, picking up his phone.
His mother replied almost instantly: [Xiao Han, that’s wonderful!
Aeon Grade is already very impressive!
Cooperate well with the Enforcers.
Mom will make your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs tonight.]
His father also sent a message: [Stay safe.
Don’t overexert yourself during the test.]
Luo Han put his phone away and followed the two Enforcers out.
The testing site was at the newly built AI Coordination Center in the New District, a streamlined silver-gray building.
The exterior walls were covered in flowing light patterns—a real-time visualization of the data processing from the central AI, “Hongjun.”
At the building’s entrance, the transparent security gates glowed with a faint blue aura.
As he walked into the lobby, Luo Han immediately felt countless subtle scanning waves wash over him.
He subconsciously intensified his efforts to suppress his mana.
The male Enforcer seemed to notice something.
He glanced sideways at Luo Han but said nothing.