My Master Disconnected Yet Again

Chapter 292 - Super-Existence

Chapter 292: Super-Existence

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Hahaha...” Zhu Yao laughed out loud. “Big Guy, is Guo Guo in?”

“No! Get lost!” The man answered nastily. He was just about to hang up when a gentler voice sounded.

“Yao Yao, it’s you!” A younger woman suddenly appeared on the screen, pulling the man away. “I haven’t seen you for a few days. Where have you wandered to?”

“I returned to the immortal cultivator plane to finish some business,” Zhu Yao replied. She became serious. “Guo Guo, can you ask that person from your home to help me? I have a friend...” She told Guo Guo everything regarding Shen Ying.

“Hmph!” The moment Zhu Yao finished speaking, the man from before tutted. “What do other planes have to do with me?”

“Is that a good friend of Yao Yao’s?” The woman asked.

“Of course.” Zhu Yao nodded.

The man’s expression turned sour again. “We’re not free-”

“Help!”

“Alright.”

The next moment, the air in the house twisted. A passage through space appeared in front of them.

Shen Jing: “...”

Zhu Yao: “...”

Yu Yan: “...”

The trio that was observing the entire thing: “...”

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According to Zhu Yao, her good girlfriend’s partner was a knowledgeable manager. He was the manager of the plane that she was from. It was a world extremely similar to the one Shen Jing came from. For as long as she could remember, he had been the manager of that plane. If anyone could figure out the problem with Shen Ying, it would be him.

After he analysed Shen Ying’s numbers, he lost that initial contempt and disgust on his expression. The screen in his hands displayed a bunch of data, all in red.

“How is it?” Yi Qing asked anxiously. “May I ask what exactly is wrong with my master?”

The man gave a strange face and scanned Shen Ying from head to toe. He sat down and replied, “Nothing.”

All of them paused. What did he mean?

“If I’m not wrong, she’s better than everyone else here.” He glanced at Shen Jing and Zhu Yao, then added, “Including us.”

“What do you mean?” Lonemoon stared blankly back at him.

“Although I’m not fully certain, I’m about 80 to 90 percent sure.” He gave Shen Ying an inexplicable expression and asked, “Do you feel the limits of your strength?”

Shen Ying paused. “Limits?” Were there?

“Then I should be right!” He looked like he had not even expected an answer from her. Strolling next to Guo Guo, he sat down and addressed Shen Jing. “You are a manager as well. You should know the nature of our existence, right?”

“We’re above the plane’s existence,” Shen Jing answered almost immediately.

“That’s right,” the man continued. “We are higher than the planes. We either came into existence at the exact same time as the planes- like me – or we received acceptance from the planes – like you – or we were chosen by the planes – like that freeloader.” He pointed to Zhu Yao.

Zhu Yao: “...”

“In sum, we are practically one with the plane,” he continued. “That’s why we’re allowed to manage the planes. Any person, matter, or thing to do with the plane is within our management. Nothing can avoid our eye. That’s of course unless... that person, matter, or thing has left the plane, like the freeloader who received rights to manage the plane from the plane’s consciousness.”

Zhu Yao: “...” Enough, stop calling me a freeloader.

“I know that,” Shen Jing said in a low voice. “But Little Ying belongs to my plane. I can sense the connection with her, yet I can’t figure out her problem.”

“That’s because she voluntarily allowed you to connect with her. Otherwise, you would not be able to sense her existence.”

Shen Jing paused. Everybody in the house turned to Shen Ying at once.

Huh?

Shen Ying looked confused. Silently, she put down the apple that she picked up. What? Can’t I eat?

Yi Qing, who was next to her, handed her an immortal fruit out of habit.

“How can that be!” Shen Jing exclaimed, unable to understand. “Little Ying is my biological sister. Of course she belongs to my plane.”

“Wasn’t I a free gift to you when you topped up your cell phone plan?” Shen Ying interrupted.

“Nonsense!” Shen Jing glared at her. “I picked you up from the garbage bin.”

Shen Ying, “...”

Yi Qing: “...”

Lonemoon, “...”

What was the difference?

“I brought her up since she was a baby. You could say that we have the same blood flowing through our veins,” Shen Jing continued. “Compared to others, she has the deepest connection with my plane. How can she avoid my sensing?”

“If you don’t believe me, use your plane purview to test it.” The man pointed to Shen Ying.

Shen Jing paused and turned to Shen Ying, her eyes narrowing. Suddenly, a strong aura radiated toward the group. For a fraction of a second, the entire room became filled with a high pressure. An inexplicable fear rose up in all of their chests so that they could not even speak up in objection. Lonemoon, who was from the same plane as Shen Jing, let out a cry and fell to his knees.

Holy shit! Not him again?

?(???)

Lonemoon felt his heart get heavier and heavier. It threatened to blow up in his chest.

“Older Sister!” Shen Ying stepped forward, between Shen Jing and Father Niu.

Suddenly, as if she had broken something, the pressure disappeared. Even Shen Jing stepped backward.

“Little Ying...” She looked at her in disbelief.

“That’s what I said,” the man announced. “She’s no longer under the purview of your plane.”

“...” Shen Jing hesitated.

Everyone present looked confused. They did not understand exactly what the man was trying to say. Even Zhu Yao looked dazed. She looked to Guo Guo, pleading her for an explanation.

“Put it simply – what’s wrong with her?” Guo Guo asked the man.

“Yes, Honey,” the man answered. He held Guo Guo’s hand as he said, “In other words, her body has changed so that the nature of her existence is different now. It’s changed in a way that even we, managers, would not understand.”

“What do you mean?”

“Let me put it this way – if everything in the plane is ordinary, then managers are considered extraordinary. We have greater powers than everything in our planes.”

“That, I know,” Shen Jing responded.

The man continued, “Do you still remember what your body felt like when you first transmigrated?”

Shen Ying tilted her head. “Hungry?”

“That’s right.” The man nodded. “You’re Shen Jing’s assistant and her younger sister. You already had a body very similar to a manager’s. Your older sister has been training you to become a manager. But when you transmigrated, your body happened to be at the tip of ascension. That was the point at which you were about to become a manager. The moment you transmigrated, your body absorbed the powers of both planes so that the nature of your existence changed. You ascended by two whole stages. That consumed so much energy, resulting in you feeling hungry.”

“You mean that I’m... a manager?” Shen Ying looked at him quizzically.

“No, you’ve accumulated the powers of two separate planes,” he explained seriously. “You’re not just a manager, you’re-”

“More than a manager!” Shen Jing finished his sentence.

“...”

(?_?)

“If we say that a manager exists on a higher level than a plane,” the man said slowly, emphasising every word, “you now exist on an even higher level than managers.”

Everyone: “...”

So that’s what “BOSS” meant?