This world is not a demon-free world, but it can't be said to be a type such as the middle demon plane and the high demon plane.

The large source energy in the atmosphere is relatively clear, but not thick enough, and the overall technology of civilization is completely pure material science and technology route, and there is no advanced black technology, nor is there anything dressed in the skin of science and technology, which is essentially the product of the use of mysterious technology.

After Mo Chen's preliminary investigation, this is indeed a parallel world of the earth, and the background of the era is located in the nineties of the twentieth century.

To be precise, it's 1994, and it's time for summer vacation.

The historical trend is also no different from what he has mastered and understood-

For example, the Soviet Union and Eastern Europe have undergone drastic changes, the bipolar pattern has collapsed, and the world has become a situation of "one superpower and many powers" with the United States as a superpower and many powerful countries, and the world pattern is developing towards a multipolar trend......

For example, now is the information age, but also the era of knowledge economy, the Internet has begun to popularize, and gradually change people's lifestyle......

For example, the United States has taken a series of major military actions around the world, such as the Gulf War in 1991......

For example, the World Cup in the United States, which has only passed recently this year, belongs to the 15th World Cup......

After carefully comparing the information he knew with history, Mo Chen could basically confirm that the historical similarity between this parallel earth and the one he was familiar with was almost close to 100%.

At the very least, the things that should have happened happened one by one, and the things that shouldn't have happened did not appear, and then engraved in history, maybe there is indeed a difference in the details, but there is no obvious difference at the macro level for the time being.

It can only be said that there is indeed a foundation called "mysticism" in this plane, and there are rules and order on another side, but the overall influence factor on the world is very low, and I don't know if it is due to insufficient strength or some other reason.

However, to say that this world is a low demon plane seems to be a bit too arbitrary and inappropriate.

Because although the overall impact of the mystical side on civilization is almost non-existent, at the level of the rules of the world, it still leaves its own traces and records - yes, Mo Chen has noticed the modification of the manipulation of time.

Although it is very small, the amount of information contained is huge, which means that the occult technology has even touched the conceptual layer of time in the cutting-edge field.

Of course, this is not a disaster, perhaps it should be said that for mortal beings, touching a forbidden realm that should not be touched is 100% a disaster.

Considering that this world has not been destroyed, maybe because the mysterious side foresaw the risk of continuing, sealed the technology and possibilities, or was it extremely strictly managed?

It is more likely that although they have come into contact with this possibility, they have fallen into the time trap woven by the will of the world, and can only cater to history, but cannot really change their fate.

As for which one it is, it's not easy to say until he sees it with his own eyes, so Mo Chen has reservations for the time being.

The most basic conclusion that can be made at the moment should not be wrong, that is, this world can be regarded as a standard low demon plane, but in some cutting-edge fields, it is close to the threshold of the high demon plane......

It's the kind of embarrassing situation that is more than enough than the top, and all in all, a rather strange plane.

It's like measuring the overall quality of a class, not only looking at the highest score, but also looking at the average score...... The average score is not qualified at all, but the highest score is the first in the school, and the composition of students in this class is really strange.

Therefore, Mo Chen, who was a little unclear about the situation for the time being, decided to take a look at the mysterious side of this world with his own eyes, and planned to find someone in the system to ask about it.

That night, he left the small American town.

This traveler who has lost his memory, following the traces of mysterious powers, begins a aimless journey.

However, perhaps because of the mysterious system of this plane, it is really a bit difficult to explain, so the traces of mysterious power are also particularly difficult to trace, at least he has not found the correct "frequency" for the time being......

Perhaps it was because he subconsciously felt that the trace he was looking for was a forest fire, the kind that could be seen from hundreds of kilometers away from the burning red sky and billowing thick black smoke.

However, in fact, most of the traces and fluctuations caused by the mysterious system of this world after prying the rules of energy belong to the level of lighter ignition, and if you don't get closer, you can't see that little bit of fire, and if you don't pay attention to it, you will ignore the past.

After understanding this truth, Mo Chen calmed down, no longer holding a certain mentality of quick success, but pushed forward his plan naturally.

Anyway, as long as those things exist, whether it is modern magic or ancient witchcraft systems, whether it is werewolves, vampires or witches, he will always find them, and there is no need to rush at all.

Soon, in the countryside of Pennsylvania in the eastern United States, he encountered his first extraordinary incident in this world.

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Raindrops were pouring down on the living room window.

Harry Potter wiping his firebolts, a copy of the Broomstick Care Manual is now open and placed at his feet.

On the couch next to hermione, Hermione was reading "Standard Spells, Level 4" intently, while brothers Fred and George sat in a corner of the living room, quill in hand, heads resting on a piece of parchment, whispering something.

It's the Burrow, located just outside the village of Ottri St. Cachpole, but it's so well hidden that even the postman doesn't know where it is.

Because it belonged to the Wizard's Mansion, it was at least four stories high, but it was built crookedly, and it was certainly built by magic. There are magical creatures and magical items everywhere, there are ghouls in the attic, the garden is full of trees coiled around the roots of the walls, clumps of weeds and overgrown turf, and a large pond inhabited by a large group of goblins.

Nothing seemed to have changed, this was exactly what Harry had dreamed of during the summer holidays, it was cramped but comfortable, full of wonder and fun, and he liked it more than the so-called home on Privet Road.

But the fourteen-year-old just knew that something was different.

His mind was a mess of more than a week ago, and although it felt like it had been a long time ago, it had only been a little over a week.

At that time, he was still living in the house on Privet Road, and that night had a nightmare, which was supposed to be a dimly lit room, with a snake lying on the carpet in front of the fireplace, and a small man named Peter, nicknamed Wormtail.

And a cold, shrill voice...... It was Voldemort's voice.

They were talking, saying that they had killed one person before, that they were planning to kill another, and that an old Muggle man had overheard their conversation and was silenced...... When he woke up, Harry felt the scar on his forehead hurt excruciatingly.

If you can comfort yourself at the time, it was just a nightmare, but a few days after that, Voldemort's mark appeared in the air for the first time in thirteen years, what did all this mean?

Thinking back to that night a week ago, the night he thought would be one of the happiest memories of his life, Harry felt as if a piece of ice had slipped into his stomach......

It was the first Quidditch World Cup he watched, and he didn't expect it to end that way.

"Oh, your dad is back." At this time, Mrs. Weasley, who was talking to the twins, suddenly said and walked quickly to the kitchen.

Harry subconsciously looked up and saw that the clock hanging on the wall, the hand about Mr. Weasley, had jumped from "work" to "home", and at the same time, Mr. Weasley's voice could be heard in the kitchen.

A moment later, Mr. Weasley walked into the living room with his dinner on a tray, looking exhausted.

"Well, things are getting out of hand—" he said, sitting in an armchair by the fireplace, listlessly.

"Rita Skeeter had been camping all week, and Crouch was lucky that the woman hadn't noticed anything shiny. His little house-elf was caught with a wand that conjured the mark of the Dark Devil in his hand, and the event could have been the front-page headline for an entire week. ”

This was not good news, and Mrs. Weasley did not want these bad things to affect the children, so she drove the group upstairs and asked them to check if their belongings were packed.

After all - tomorrow their summer vacation will be over.

The sound of raindrops crashing on the roof became louder, mixed with the terrible whistling and groaning of gusts of wind.

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It can be said that it is the other side of the earth -

The sunset is burning like a fire, and the golden pastel hues emerge in the natural scenery, as if adding a layer of filter to all the scenery.

This is the countryside of Pennsylvania in the eastern United States, and Mo Chen is walking on the side of a road that winds forward, close to the woods or mountains, and the side of the field, the road is wide and open, and the view is good.

Moreover, there are almost no vehicles on the entire open road, and there may not be a car passing by in ten minutes, and there is no such traffic jam in such a remote place.

As he walked slowly according to his instincts, he looked at the scenery on the side of the road, and among the vast fields or mountains, there were country villages and pastoral farms, which seemed very peaceful and pleasant.

It's just—

The sudden roar of the engine, one after the other, broke the rare silence and silence.

couldn't help frowning slightly, Mo Chen turned his head and quietly watched more than a dozen modified motorcycles roaring, speeding from the far end of the road behind him, and quickly enlarged from a dozen small black dots.

It was a dozen young men and women, either with dyed hair or scantily dressed, and some wearing big nose studs and earrings.

These people were constantly screaming and making noise, writhing their bodies on the roaring locomotive, and making all sorts of strange movements, as if trying to increase their chances of death, and trying to be as creative as possible with their deaths.

Is this a rampger?

Mo Chen didn't stop it, he silently watched the dozen or so stupid X. roar past him like a lightning speed, with their brain-dead happiness.

With his eyesight, he is even enough to see everyone's face, figure, clothing and other details in the reaction time of intensified slow motion.

And not long after this group of rampant people left, when the roar of the engine quickly faded away, Mo Chen raised his head again to look at the sky, and then watched as a behemoth spread its wings and flew through the air above his head.

He watched as it quickly vanished behind the mountains ahead.

“…… Dragon? ”

Now, he couldn't be sure.

Obviously, there was no trace of magic or mystery before, so how could even this legendary species appear directly in front of his eyes now?

After a slight hesitation, his figure faded and disappeared into thin air.

And not too far ahead, on a bend not too far ahead, there had just been a small accident, and a dozen or so ramps had fallen sideways, and their locomotives had been dragged on the road with long scratches.

Mainly because when they were about to make a corner, they saw something incredible flying overhead, some people lost control and didn't have time to turn smoothly, and some people were hit or tripped by the former.

However, they broke their heads and bled out, but at the moment they couldn't care about their own bruises, they just hurriedly got up, or simply collapsed on the road, pointing at the distant figure of the dragon in the distance, shouting.

They looked so agitated that their language systems seemed to be completely confused, and perhaps even they didn't know what they were shouting.

At this moment, more than a dozen robed wizards suddenly descended from the sky and landed around them, surrounding them.

"Forget it!" ×N

They all drew their wands and pointed at the hapless mobs, and said in unison.