Shen Xinghui looked at his arm—there was nothing there.
So, he wasn't really part of this world, even though he was living in it.
It was like being a ghost.
"Some people hope you don't have it. Most of them are criminals."
"So, to them, I'm a desirable target?"
"Yeah."
The thought of how dangerous this world was made Shen Xinghui's heart race.
What scared him the most was not knowing if such people were nearby.
"Well, as long as you stay by Ignatius, you'll be fine. No one would be foolish enough to go against a Dragon Man."
"I see... is that so?"
Shen Xinghui looked up at Ignatius, who raised an eyebrow.
Then, he flashed a sharp grin.
"Dragon Man is a strong race, with powerful physical strength and high magical abilities. People don't oppose them unless they're looking for trouble. We're relatively peaceful, so as long as you don't anger us, you'll be fine."