The room was quiet, lit only by the faint glow of a small night lantern.
Lina and Suki were both sound asleep — Lina breathing softly with one hand resting on her round belly, Suki curled up peacefully in her small bed. The only sound was the distant, gentle chime of temple bells from somewhere in the holy city.
Feng lay on his back, staring at the wooden ceiling beams. The Guild Master's words kept echoing in his mind.
Rimuru Tempest… Jura Tempest Federation… several Demon Lords…
He whispered to himself, so quietly that even the air barely moved:
"Rimuru Tempest… That name sounds exactly like the anime I used to watch back in my world…"
He stayed still for a long moment, eyes wide open in the darkness. Then he slowly sat up in bed, careful not to wake Lina. His heart began to beat faster as the realization fully hit him.
"What if… it's not just similar?" he murmured to himself. "What if it's exactly the same? Rimuru Tempest… the Jura Tempest Federation… the multiple Demon Lords with their own territories… Everything matches perfectly with that anime I watched when I was younger."
He sat there in silence, breathing steadily, processing the thought that had just crashed over him like a wave.
"Does that mean… every manga, anime, or donghua from my original world actually exists as a real parallel world somewhere?"
The idea felt enormous. Impossible. Yet after everything he had experienced — being summoned, thrown away by the Goddess, receiving gifts from the ancient Evil God, surviving the Forbidden Forest, and now hearing this — it suddenly felt possible.
He finally understood.
All those stories he had consumed as entertainment back on Earth… they weren't just fiction. They were real worlds, existing in parallel, separated by some invisible boundary.
Feng sat there for a long time, letting the truth settle deep inside him. His expression remained calm on the surface, but inside, something profound had shifted.
Eventually, he lay back down, gently pulling the blanket over himself and Lina. He closed his eyes.
Sleep came slowly that night, but it did come.
Outside, the holy city slept under the protection of the God of Healing and Cure, unaware of the quiet man who had just realized that the stories of his old world were far more real than he had ever imagined.