System 427 thought about it. "A god?"
Heena tilted her head. "Sure. For the people who believe in gods, maybe. But put that aside. Think specifically about 'us'. We're transmigrators. We travel between worlds, we deal with villains, murderers, fools, idiots, maniacs of every variety. In all of that—what kind of person actually makes 'us' nervous? What kind of person actually poses a threat to people like you and me?"
The system scratched his ear with a paw. "I… don't know. A really strong cultivation base? Someone who can see through our disguises?"
"Those are problems," Heena agreed, "but not the 'most dangerous' kind." She paused, then said quietly, "The most dangerous people we encounter are the NPCs who defy fate. And of all 'those', the most dangerous—the truly terrifying category—are the ones who can 'leave their world'."
The system stared at her. "Leave their… what do you mean?"
Heena was quiet for a moment, looking down at her folded hands as if organizing her thoughts.
