“Yes,” replied David Reed, who had been following Laura Hayes for two hours. “After getting his residence permit, he’s just been eating in the mall. He had a hamburger on the first floor, desserts on the second, ice cream on the third, spicy hot pot, rice noodles, and wraps in the snack area on the fourth, hotpot and barbecue in the restaurant on the fifth, and a double bucket of popcorn in the cinema on the sixth.”

Another underling, Paul Cooper, said, “He’s really smart. The amount of food he eats on each floor is normal for an average person, so he doesn’t attract any attention. But he keeps switching floors, and in two hours he’s already eaten as much as I do in a week. I suspect he’s a destroyer who wants to eat up our whole world.”

“I really envy his stomach,” said David Reed. “My dream is to have an interdimensional stomach.”

Brian Clark asked, “So he just got a residence permit and ate? Nothing else?”

“That’s right, I have no idea what he’s trying to do,” said David Reed.

Brian Clark frowned. Judging by the amount of food, Laura Hayes was definitely not an ordinary person. Even guardians didn’t have such a terrifying appetite. His identity as a destroyer was already confirmed.

During training, the instructor had told them that when dealing with destroyers, they must find a way to lure them to a deserted place before taking action. Destroyers usually acted like ordinary people, but once in danger, they showed no regard for the lives of regular people. From limited conversations, guardians had discovered that destroyers called ordinary people “natives” or “NPCs,” and saw guardians as “bosses” or “mobs.” This kind of gaming terminology proved that destroyers considered themselves superior and didn’t see others as intelligent life. To complete their missions, destroyers would hide their identities and pretend to be ordinary, but once exposed, they would kill without hesitation.

For the safety of all the regular people in the mall, Brian Clark and the others had to be patient and wait for Laura Hayes to leave the mall and go somewhere less crowded before making a move.

“Boss,” Eric Webb’s voice came through the earpiece, “I see Helen Grant. He’s right next to Laura Hayes.”

“What!” Brian Clark’s heart tightened. Helen Grant was just an ordinary person—he couldn’t take a punch from a destroyer, he couldn’t get hurt!

Wearing the face of a handsome middle-aged man, Brian Clark hurried to Helen Grant’s side following Eric Webb’s directions. It was an arcade. Helen Grant and Laura Hayes were sitting back to back, playing a whack-a-mole game.

Brian Clark: “……”

Helen Grant… is he under that much stress? So this past week, whenever he couldn’t find a job, he came to the arcade to play whack-a-mole to relieve stress?

Suppressing his heartache, Brian Clark exchanged some game tokens, sat next to Helen Grant, and started playing whack-a-mole while observing both Helen Grant and Laura Hayes behind him.

He glanced at Helen Grant out of the corner of his eye and saw him holding a plastic hammer, missing one mole after another.

“Boss, Helen Grant is really bad at this game,” said David Reed, watching from afar.

Shut up! Helen Grant is an outstanding student—of course he’s never played arcade games before, it’s normal for him to be bad at it. You’re not allowed to talk about him like that! Sitting next to Helen Grant, Brian Clark had to hide his identity and couldn’t yell at his underling, so he could only silently retort in his heart.

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Helen Grant hesitated for a while between “money laundering” and job hunting, but ultimately decided to face the sudden unsealing of his powers head-on, try to adapt to his abilities, and strive to return to work as soon as possible.

Compared to “money laundering,” regaining his identity as an ordinary person was more important.

So he chose the arcade, planning to use the whack-a-mole game to train his control over his strength.

Helen Grant played for a full half hour without hitting a single mole. He let out a long sigh—he hadn’t always been like this.

In the past, Helen Grant had the power to destroy a planet, but he could use that terrifying strength to gently brush an ant off his shoulder without harming it in the slightest.

He used to have perfect control over his power, but now, with just a few tons of arm strength, he couldn’t manage it at all. Fifteen years of living as an ordinary person had made him regress too much.

Fifteen years ago, after clearing the final level and becoming a legend in the infinite worlds, Helen Grant chose an undeveloped ordinary world to live as a regular person.

The system said that countless challengers had already perished in this world, and its barriers were gradually strengthening. In a few decades, the main god’s world would lose control over it. The main god also warned Helen Grant that undeveloped worlds were full of dangers for challengers, and once he sealed his powers, he might die here as just another native.

Helen Grant thought that was fine—this was the ending he longed for most.

After arriving in this world fifteen years ago, he immediately sealed away his overflowing power and began the peaceful life he’d always dreamed of.

Why had the seal on his power suddenly weakened? Helen Grant couldn’t figure it out no matter how hard he tried.

The middle-aged man next to him was lightning fast, hitting every mole for a perfect score. Helen Grant turned his head, looking at the man with envy, thinking, Being ordinary is so nice. If I swung this hammer, the machine… no, the machine and the arcade floor might both be destroyed.

Whack-a-mole wasn’t for him. Maybe he should try shooting hoops instead.

Helen Grant stood up gloomily, ready to switch games for practice.

The “middle-aged man” Brian Clark: “……”

He really wanted to follow Helen Grant, but Laura Hayes was still sitting at the game machine behind him, so he couldn’t abandon his post.