Let was curled up in an alley, trembling with fear.
He had arrived in this world about a month ago and, with no home to stay in, had been forced to sleep on the streets. Without identification, he couldn't access public services.
Unlike other immigrants, he didn't have a "golden finger" to help him. The only reason he understood the language of this world was that it was the same as in his previous one. Furthermore, he had arrived about 100 years before the main story of this world began. Despite knowing the story, there wasn't a single opportunity he could take advantage of.
A newspaper fluttered through the air and landed squarely on Let's face. When he read its headline, his frustration grew. The paper celebrated the 900th anniversary of the monsters being sealed underground.
The protagonist of the story, however, would arrive on the day of the 1,000th anniversary celebrations. It was his destiny to rule the entire galaxy.
Let knew the protagonist was entirely trustworthy, but unfortunately, he wouldn't live long enough to meet him. If he could, he would have told the protagonist that he, too, was an immigrant.
When the weather became more bearable, Let closed his eyes and focused on the depths of his mind.
The human body contained various types of energy: spiritual energy, mental energy, and life energy. In the story, the protagonist could combine all these energy forms thanks to a special glue-like energy unique to him.
Unfortunately, Let didn't possess this energy, so the best he could do was control each form separately.
Through intense effort, Let had gained some control over spiritual energy. He could use it to convey goodwill to other beings and understand their emotions. Now, even stray cats no longer feared him. Flies, on the other hand, were repelled by the spiritual pressure he emitted.
Let was currently working on mastering mental energy, hoping to use it for purposes such as developing a photographic memory.
He didn't expect to gain supernatural powers like telekinesis or telepathy but was determined to try his luck in those areas.
Let felt he had made some progress with mental energy. He estimated it would take about two months to master it, though this was much slower than his progress with spiritual energy.
After finishing his mental energy practice for the day, Let began meditating to increase his spiritual energy reserves. Without a mentor to guide him, he meditated entirely by improvisation, yet it was surprisingly effective.
Since he wasn't a cultivator, meditation couldn't replace sleep for him. Eventually, sleep overcame him, and he dozed off.
When morning came, he used the bucket of water beside him to wash his face. To earn money, he worked as a laborer on construction sites since no one there asked for identification.
His unscrupulous boss had recently figured out he was an undocumented immigrant and started giving him only half his wages. In response, Let had cursed him out and quit.
He no longer had the strength to endure such nonsense. Today, he decided his first stop would be the police station—partly out of curiosity about how they would react.
From the bag he had used as a pillow, he pulled out some relatively clean clothes and quickly put them on. He smoothed his hair with his hands and set off for the station.
Upon entering, he approached the desk officer, held out his hands as if waiting to be cuffed, and lowered his gaze, unable to meet the officer's eyes.
"I'm an undocumented immigrant. Arrest me," he said.
The officer was momentarily stunned, unsure how to respond. Coincidentally, the officer's wife and child were there and whispered in unison, "Is catching a criminal really this easy?"
All the officers present stared at Let as though they were looking at an endangered animal in a zoo. The desk officer pointed to a chair and said, "You can sit there. Someone will take you to the interrogation room shortly." His tone was unexpectedly kind.
The desk officer called for backup, and within five minutes, other officers arrived to escort Let to the interrogation room. They treated him humanely.
In the interrogation room, Let sat in a chair with one hand cuffed to the table. Across from him sat a female officer who began, "Can you tell me how you entered the country?"
A smile spread across Let's face. "I know you won't believe me, but I honestly don't know," he said. The officer, of course, didn't believe him.
"My situation is far more complicated than illegal immigration. I'm not a citizen of any country."
At that moment, another officer entered the room. Let realized they were about to play good cop, bad cop and asked, "Do I have the right to remain silent?"
When the female officer nodded, Let chose to remain silent for the rest of the interrogation.
After they left the interrogation room, the female officer said, "That wasn't a great decision. We'll find out your citizenship within a week. We'll need your fingerprints for an ID scan. If you refuse, that can be used against you in court."
She offered this as a small piece of advice.