"Is he really Lin Luo? Could he be the protagonist of this other world?" Lin Yuxun stood stiffly to the side, legs pressed together, staring in disbelief at the unfolding scene.

Han Lianfei shyly tugged at her skirt with one hand. Though she often wore hot pants in Mystic City and was used to showing her legs, she couldn’t accept the tiny lace garter being exposed. Her other hand covered her mouth, face flushed, eyes glistening.

Perhaps because she was tall and curvy, Han Lianfei had always secretly been drawn to shorter, delicate, and handsome boys. It was her private quirk—hard to explain why.

But Han Lianfei was practical. Dating a boy "unsuitable" for her would be embarrassing. She also felt such gentle boys lacked masculinity and security. So back on Earth, she’d dated a tall college boyfriend—just movies and hand-holding, no kissing. She felt nothing for him; it was just a setup by her best friend.

Now, she was frozen in shock. This boy—more beautiful than any she’d ever seen online—she’d assumed was as fragile as a girl, offering no security, at best merely cute.

Who knew he’d be this amazing!

Han Lianfei’s astonishment even betrayed an instinctive feminine flutter she couldn’t suppress.

"Am I dreaming? I dreamed of a hero from another world—a little hero prettier than me… so incredible!"

"Lin Luo, what… what are you doing? Let go of me, quick! Everyone’s watching…" Ziwan whispered, face burning with embarrassment.

Lin Luo released Ziwan, walked over to pick up the short sword on the ground, and turned to face the remaining Goblins.

Most of these Goblins were injured from Lin Luo’s earlier strikes. Now, they finally realized who the true threat was! They swarmed around him.

Lin Luo hadn’t killed them instantly just to avoid making his power seem too exaggerated.

Zhang Dajian tried to stand, but his shoulder gushed blood heavily. He couldn’t rise.

"Lin Luo… is it really you? I—I’m not seeing things, am I…"

Though weak, the cunning Goblin pack realized a true master hid among these novice-looking adventurers. But this slender figure, no matter how skilled, wouldn’t last long. If they rushed him together, they’d win.

Lin Luo held the sword lightly, body relaxed. Casually, he said, "I advise you not to move. Run now, and you might keep your lives."

Though protecting classmates, as the God Emperor, slaughtering lowly monsters felt beneath him. Better to spare them—otherwise, that old thing, the Cosmic Origin, might mock him someday.

Among the Goblins, one wore a crooked helmet, seasoned and vicious. He hadn’t fought earlier, only commanded from behind—he was their leader.

He stared intently at Lin Luo, sizing him up, then split his ugly mouth into an evil grin. "Heh heh heh. We were careless just now. Pity your companions are either women or trash. No matter how strong you are, you can’t handle attacks from eight directions at once!"

The Goblin leader suddenly raised his blade. "Bring back this cross-dressing beauty for me!"

"Damn!"

"Roar! Howl—Gaku!" The Goblins snarled, some charging at Lin Luo’s legs, others leaping for his upper body, swarming him all at once!

"I didn’t want to kill trash like you, but now… all of you, die!" Lin Luo’s dark blue mid-length hair whipped wildly, eyes flashing with ferocity.

...

Moments later, Goblin corpses lay scattered at Lin Luo’s feet.

Zhang Dajian, Zhang Jie, Lin Yuxun… each stood frozen in the forest, utterly stunned.

It had happened too fast—like a whirlwind—and seven or eight Goblins had fallen instantly.

Zhang Dajian’s eyes widened. He couldn’t help recalling shadowy memories from his thug days in Mystic City. There’d been a short guy, delicate-featured and quiet, but terrifying in fights. Alone, he’d chased off seven or eight of them with a blade. They said he never lost a brawl; they called him the "Mystic City Apostle."

That man had been one of Zhang Dajian’s idols. Who would’ve thought he’d see someone matching that legendary Mystic City Apostle here in another world!

Zhang Dajian’s gaze at Lin Luo changed completely, now filled with pure admiration.

Suddenly, Zhang Dajian’s shoulder wound gushed blood. He screamed in agony and collapsed, unable to rise.