The doorstep.

Aske fished out his keys and pushed open the door:

"I'm back, Mom?"

Although it wasn't a four-year disappearance but rather four days, if you calculate it as 96 hours, that's still quite long, considering a disappearance over 24 hours can be reported.

His mother was in the kitchen washing vegetables at the time, and upon hearing him, she immediately poked her head out, surprised:

"Eh? How come you're back?"

Aske: ???

Wait a minute, Mom's reaction is off!

This isn't the appropriate attitude for a son returning after being out of contact for four days!

After a moment of silence, Aske smiled and said:

"What, is it not right for me to come back?"

"Oh dear, you suddenly lost contact a few days ago, your phone was unreachable, messages went unanswered, and your colleagues said they hadn't seen you after work, so I ended up reporting it to the police." His mother continued peeling cowpeas while chatting away, "But they said it couldn't be filed if it was under 24 hours."

"The next day, which was the day before yesterday, I went to the police station again, and this time they said they'd arrange for someone to search. But the day before yesterday, someone came to the house and said they found you were abroad on some... government mission? They also said the signal was bad there and you might be gone for a few days to half a month, so I gave up worrying."

"So, is this a temporary return, or is your mission complete? Are you having lunch at home?"

Aske: ???

A government mission? What the heck!

Before he could ask more, the door was knocked on again.

"Ah, it must be someone from your work again, they've been visiting every day recently," his mom quickly ran to open the door.

Standing outside were two middle-aged men in suits, who first greeted his mother, then turned their focus to Aske standing in the living room and immediately displayed a friendly smile.

"Hello, hello." The man on the left stepped in quickly, reached out to shake hands with Aske, introducing himself, "I'm the director of the special project planning office from the safety department, my surname is Mao, you can call me Comrade Mao."

He took out a card from his chest pocket and handed it to Aske. The latter didn't take it, just glanced at it briefly.

Two badges, several lines of text, with a steel stamp, it looked genuine enough, but the X Security Bureau was rather intimidating, making Aske feel baffled.

How did it suddenly alarm people from above? Was my sudden disappearance and reappearance captured by the Sky Eye system? Is your search efficiency for transmigrators really that high?

The name on the card was Mao Zhongwei, so Aske nodded and smiled:

"Hey, Director Mao, hello, hello."

The slightly chubby middle-aged man next to him also reached out, enthusiastically saying:

"Deep Blue Technology Network Co., Ltd., executive Shen Jun, hello."

Deep Blue Technology, which is the parent company of the game "Solomon: Song of Iron and Fire," had its president visit his home, Aske should have been surprised, but with the presence of the X Security Bureau here, it was less shocking.

"Hello." Aske politely shook his hand.

"Here's the thing." Mao Zhongwei glanced at his mother, smiled, "Although you've just returned, we don't want to interrupt your family time, but regarding the government mission, they need you to report and give an account. It won't take long, you might be back by evening, so perhaps you'd like to come with us first?"

Shen Jun, with his back to the mother, quickly mouthed to him:

Transmigration.

"Hmm? Oh, right, right!" Aske immediately understood and hurriedly told his mother, "Mom, I'll go over there first, I'll have lunch there."

The three left the door, only to hear his mother calling from behind: "What about dinner?"

"Your son will bring dinner back for you!" Mao Zhongwei laughed heartily.

Aske followed the two downstairs, seeing that already three cars were parked, the first two seemed filled with people, from the middle one stepped out a comrade, who opened the door for the three with a blank expression.

"Back seat," Mao Zhongwei indicated for Aske to sit in the back, while he moved to the front seat.

Aske sat down in the car, Shen Jun sat on his left hand side. Mao Zhongwei sat in the front passenger seat while the door-opener sat in the driver's seat and shut the door.

"Let's go," Mao Zhongwei said.

And so, including the two cars in front and behind, all three cars started simultaneously, lining up as they drove out of the neighborhood.

"Well, you've been transmigrated to that side for about four years now, right?" On the road, Shen Jun looked at the gaze from Mao Zhongwei in front and began chatting with Aske.

Why does talking about this feel so weird?

Aske inwardly grumbled. But after all, he was already a Demigod, he wasn't too intimidated in front of these big shots, he smiled and nodded:

"Yeah, about four years. How do you know about this?"

Then Shen Jun turned to look at Mao Zhongwei.

Mao Zhongwei turned his head back from the front passenger seat, smiling, he said:

"Because we've been waiting for someone like you to appear."

"Me?" Aske was stunned, "Transmigrator?"

"Correct." Mao Zhongwei nodded and said, "Including the release of the game 'Iron and Fire,' it was for this purpose."

"Have you heard of the observer effect?" With Mao Zhongwei's permission, Shen Jun began explaining, "Heard of quantum entanglement?"

"Go ahead," Aske said.

"Quantum entanglement, it's where two quantum particles are in an entangled state at the microscopic level, if one quantum changes form, it will cause the quantum entangled with it to also change form," Shen Jun explained, "However, at a macroscopic level, these two quantum particles might be very far apart, even possibly in different universes. For example, in our world and the world of Song of Iron and Fire, and I don't mean the game, I mean the world on your side."

"And the observer effect is that observation causes collapse. To give an example, we created a game world of Song of Iron and Fire based on observations of that world, with quantum entanglement effects. This virtual game world can be seen as having entanglement with that world, of course, it's a man-made entanglement."

"When you all log off, to your players, the game world and that world are in a fused, ambiguous Schrodinger state between 0 and 1. But once you log on, you produce the observer effect, and so this ambiguity collapses into two distinct worlds: the virtual game world, and the world on the other side in another universe."

"Of course, in most cases, players collapse into the virtual world on our side. But scientists have calculated mathematically that there's a certain, very tiny chance of a collapse error, leading players to enter the world on the other side."

"Uh." Aske couldn't understand, so he resorted to picking the main points, asking, "Are you saying your purpose for making this game was to create transmigrators?"

"Exactly." Shen Jun nodded and said, "Let me use an unlikely example to explain: there's a room with a door leading to Heaven, but there's an Angel guarding it."

"Normally the door is closed, only Angels can pass through. If an Angel comes in, the guarding Angel will open the door. If humans come in, the Angel sees you're human and does nothing."

"To let humans enter Heaven, we replicated the door on the other side of the room wall, leading to the human world, which only humans can pass through."

"Then we arranged a large flow of people, constantly entering the room repeatedly."

"Whenever someone comes in, the Angel sees you're human, opens the door leading to the human world, and doesn't touch the door to Heaven."

"But as the number of occurrences increases, the Angel also has a slight chance of making a mistake. Eventually one day, as a human you came in, and the Angel opened the wrong door, sending you to Heaven."

"In fact, there are countless such doors in the room. Through your experience, we know which door corresponds to Heaven. Next, we need to lock down this door, bypass the guarding Angel, and directly open the path to Heaven."

This time Aske really understood: "You plan to go to that world?"

"Not entirely." Mao Zhongwei nodded in the front seat, "The time flow speed of the two worlds is different, their world surpasses ours whether it's in the speed of civilization evolution or technological advancements."

"Therefore, we hope to establish a collaborative relationship with powers from that side, and gain the opportunity for scientific and technological breakthroughs in the next industrial revolution, as well as access to more advanced industrial productivity."

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