Multiverse: Why does the world show a health bar? !

The more knowledge accumulates in one's mind, the more questions arise. What seems ordinary to the average person often hides deeper layers of understanding.

Li Mo felt his current predicament was akin to Newton's confusion when the apple fell on his head centuries ago in England.

Why?

"Why does perception change?"

He squinted at his computer screen, but the internet offered no answers about supernatural phenomena. He even recalled how Yukinoshita had scoffed at the idea of crossing into other worlds, dismissing it as nonsense.

Yet, when angels and dragon maids—clearly supernatural beings—appeared before her, she reacted as if it were completely normal. As if everything made perfect sense.

Doubt, confusion, misunderstanding?

In a world where multiple worldviews are jumbled together, trying to uncover the underlying logic of reality seems foolish. It's like trying to dissect the rules of a comedic character—utterly absurd.

"But who made my teacher Medea?"

The witch Medea.

She was a magus.

Even though the Age of Gods and the modern era are vastly different, and the concepts of magic have diverged, the spirit of research has always remained.

Li Mo inherited that spirit of inquiry.

Faced with confusion, he didn't like giving up. He wanted to research and explore, but the evidence at hand was sorely lacking.

So, he set out.

Yesterday, in the bustling streets of Tokyo, Li Mo had spotted several familiar faces. They were characters he'd only seen on screens in his past life.

He knew them, but they didn't know him.

But Li Mo wasn't without a way in.

Hanazono Yurine, the witch of this world—if one were to add a descriptor, it would be "the strongest." Even high-ranking demons from the demon world were as docile as kittens in her presence.

"Perception, huh? I never really paid attention to it before, but now that I think about it, it is strange."

Over the weekend, after hearing Li Mo's concerns, Hanazono Yurine pondered for a moment before answering, "When I first summoned Jashin-chan, I wasn't surprised at all. I accepted it almost immediately... At the time, I thought it was my first encounter with the supernatural.

But looking back, I realize my memories include interactions with non-humans. Yet, I always thought they were just ordinary people."

The strongest witch on Earth, before meeting Jashin-chan, believed she was just an ordinary person, no different from anyone else.

Now, reflecting on the past, if it weren't for Li Mo's observations, she might never have noticed the strange illusions woven into her perception.

"Even Yurine doesn't know?"

"Sorry, I have no clue."

"I remember your family runs a shrine, right?"

Hanazono Yurine nodded. "Yes, my family runs a shrine. During the New Year, I even have to go back and serve as a miko for a while."

"Are there any records about this kind of thing at home?"

Hanazono Yurine shook her head, indicating that her memories held no such knowledge.

Even a shrine family couldn't claim to understand the truth of this world.

"The chicken soup is here."

Soon, Jashin-chan, wearing oven mitts, carried a ceramic pot into the living room. The dining table was already set, and the earlier conversation had taken place with the two sitting at the edges of the table.

Coming to seek answers, Li Mo naturally didn't arrive empty-handed. A whole chicken made for the perfect gift. It definitely wasn't because he thought Jashin-chan's cooking was good and wanted to freeload!

He wasn't that kind of person, was he?

"Jashin-chan, do you know why this is happening?"

"Hah, how would I know something like that?"

A perfectly standard response.

After all, Jashin-chan only needed to know how to cook and play pachinko. It was normal for her not to know anything else.

"I feel like you're up to no good. But since you brought ingredients, I'll forgive you. Oh ho, it's been so long since I've had a chance to show off my skills!"

One by one, Jashin-chan brought out the rice and side dishes, clearly in high spirits.

In the human world, her motivations were simple: cooking, playing pachinko, and trying to kill Yurine. Everything else was irrelevant to her.

"If you find out, let me know."

"Sure, Yurine. By the way, do you know any angels?"

"Pecorine? I know her. If you want to ask her, you can go to..."

Hanazono Yurine provided an address. It was a park where Pecorine, for various reasons, now lived as a homeless person in the city.

An angel, living as a homeless person.

The contrast was striking.

"Bring her some chicken soup."

Before leaving, Hanazono Yurine asked Li Mo.

Jashin-chan expressed her displeasure: "What? Why should we give her chicken soup? And so much chicken too! Just the soup would've been enough!"

After saying this, Jashin-chan was promptly punched in the spine by Hanazono Yurine, leaving her writhing on the tatami mats in agony.

Before leaving, Li Mo also packed some rice.

The chicken soup was a side dish, and the rice was the main course. From Li Mo's perspective, chicken soup wasn't exactly a staple, but for Pecorine...

Leaving the Hanazono household, Li Mo followed the directions Yurine had given. The destination was a park with relatively few people—remote and quiet, it was home to several cardboard shelters for the homeless.

Homelessness exists in every country, to varying degrees. But an angel reduced to homelessness? That didn't seem right. Did the angel's halo have such a significant impact on her power?

Come to think of it, how did an angel's body structure differ from that of humans or demons?

The data on demon physiology from the *Demon Slayer* world was stored in his inventory. It was the result of Tamayo's years of medical research, preserved in written form. Li Mo had made a copy.

It might not be useful now, but who knows about the future?

In the deserted park, Li Mo searched for Pecorine's cardboard shelter based on Yurine's directions.

"The shelter next to the bench, not the one on the right. Hmm..."

He expanded his perception.

The cardboard shelter was empty.

Where had she gone?

Soon, Li Mo spotted a pale, emaciated figure approaching from a distance. She looked sickly, but from another perspective, one could sense the "light" within her.

"Are you Pecorine?"

"May I ask who you are?"

"Yurine asked me to bring you some chicken soup. Also, I wanted to ask you something."

As an angel from heaven, Pecorine should know a lot, right?

The higher you stand, the farther you see. Angels from heaven should have a broader perspective on the world.

But reality loves to slap you in the face.

"Perception? Sorry, I don't know anything about that. To me, the existence of demons and monsters in the human world is completely normal. As for why humans don't know... Well, we've never considered that. The Lord never asked us to think about it."

Great. The angel knew nothing.

You couldn't expect a homeless angel to know much.

Pecorine added, "But I know a dragon who might know something."

Perfect. Pecorine, you're a true angel!

Li Mo's pragmatism was on full display.