ebookland Chapter 416 Eve's Rampage
Chapter 416 Eve's Rampage
VIP room.
"Good evening, gentlemen."
The bartender wiping glasses at the counter didn't dare to be negligent at all when he saw the two enter.
"Would you like something to drink?"
"Hey, what would you like to drink?" Potio looked at Danheng beside him.
"Me? Red wine will do."
Danheng and Botio landed on the sofa together.
"Then give me a drink... Hmm, I think I forgot something?"
Portio sat back on the sofa, as if he had remembered something.
"what?"
“My darling, my informant!” Potio realized.
He said to the bartender, "Um... buddy, I've reserved a bottle of 'Asdna White Oak' here, could you help us find it?"
The bartender looked at them suspiciously: "Asdena White Oak? You two must be mistaken, we don't have that wine here."
"Impossible. Think about it again."
“I’ll definitely remember if someone reserves such an expensive bottle of wine. After all, a bottle of this wine costs hundreds of thousands of credits… I can’t afford to pay for it if it’s broken or lost.” The bartender shook his head.
"That's strange... Could it be that the Memory Maker can't afford it?" Potio scratched his head, looking somewhat impatient.
Dan Heng gave a disdainful look. "Is it possible that she just hasn't had time yet?"
“Oh! That makes sense, he treasures it.” Potio suddenly realized.
It's been less than three system hours since I finished the phone call with that person who remembers me.
"No rush, let's have a few drinks first."
Portio took the menu and lit a cigar.
"Excuse me, sir, smoking is not allowed here," the bartender reminded him.
“Smoking? Who said I was going to smoke?” Portio said, a cigar dangling from his lips, his words utterly unconvincing.
"Then what you're doing..." the bartender said helplessly.
"Oh, I'll just show off with it in my mouth, don't worry about it."
Potio looked down and continued looking at the menu.
"this......"
“It’s alright, that’s just how he is,” Dan Heng said from the side.
"Alright." The bartender nodded helplessly.
There's nothing we can do; these two are people of great status, and we can't afford to offend them.
"Let me see what single malt juices you have... Give me a glass of 'Hinnon Valley 40 Year Old,' neat, no ice." Portio had already made his choice.
"This is the most expensive drink on the menu. You're quite the connoisseur," the bartender complimented.
“Hey, it’s free, might as well drink it…” Potio shrugged.
Would you like something?
"Red wine will do, as I just said."
"Then how about today's special, 'Starry Night Fantasy'? A classic dry red wine that unexpectedly creates a delightful flavor profile, with a silky smooth texture that suits your refined and elegant demeanor. Please wait a moment."
The bartender left.
"To be honest, I still don't understand what you need this Huang Quan for," Dan Heng asked after confirming that no one was around.
"It's unusual for 'Harmony' to extend invitations to other factions, especially with the involvement of corporations and fools. If the 'nothingness' you speak of is indeed true, then Pinocchio's current situation... is rather complicated."
Potio sighed. "Actually, there's something else about 'Yellow Springs' that's bothering me."
"You know perfectly well that the 'Hunter' faction is the most formidable group in the galaxy. No sane person would dare impersonate the Celestial Ship Alliance or the Sea Patrol Rangers; that would be suicidal..."
"Don't the people of the Immortal Ship have a saying? The Emperor's Bow merely uses a beam of light to signal his arrival from his wheelchair—"
"wheelchair?"
“It is the imperial decree, proclaim its decree.” Dan Heng clenched his fist.
Portio waved his hand. "It doesn't matter, you get what I mean. Anyway, don't be fooled by the fact that the Sea Rangers have been gone for so many years. We've been keeping an eye on this universe. Many fools would rather offend the Annihilation Gang than dare to offend the Rangers."
"But that Huang Quan... at least from what she did, she doesn't seem like a madwoman. On the contrary, she is very logical and methodical, knowing when to hold back and when to be ruthless."
"You believe that such a person is using the name of the Sea Patrol Knight for ulterior motives."
"I'm not so sure, but it seems strange. Maybe she really knows the Sea Patrol Knight, or maybe she wants to lure us out for some reason... I don't know."
“I’m more concerned about the unusual behavior within the family. Because of this grand event, more than a dozen travelers on their chosen paths have been summoned to Pinocchio. No matter how tolerant the family is, they wouldn’t do something so abnormal.”
"Unless the invitations weren't sent by them, the fact that the family still insisted on holding the Harmony Festival under these circumstances... is even more intriguing."
“Maybe all of this was instructed by ‘Harmony’ Hippe. You think it’s unreasonable because no human could do it,” Portio mocked.
"People will do foolish things due to irrational impulses, abandon their principles when their own interests are involved, and believe things they know they shouldn't believe. Good heavens, people can even break the rules they just set for themselves!"
"But the Star God won't. The Star God will only go down one path to the bitter end, refusing to turn back until he hits a wall—and even if he does, he won't turn back!"
"Do you think that Hipper's will is driving this incident?" Danheng found it somewhat unbelievable.
"It might not be Him, but there's definitely some metaphysical consciousness at work. Don't call me pessimistic, but if human free will is believable, then what's the point of having sea patrols?"
"If you attribute everything to the Star Gods and destiny, things become less complicated. Just as Lan is forever on the path of 'hunting,' just as Akivili, though nowhere to be found, continues his journey of exploration, never derailing."
“But I believe that Akivili’s fall is also a precious legacy He left for the Nameless One.” Danheng’s tone became serious.
"Oh, I guess it's because after losing their 'absolutely correct' leader, the nameless individuals have to take responsibility for their choices?"
Danheng fell silent for a moment before speaking again: "Yes. I believe the meaning of a journey is not about finding an 'absolutely correct' path..."
Rather, it is about striving to choose the path that suits oneself best from among countless options, based on one's limited knowledge and judgment.
"Although I don't know what you've been through, I agree that people should take responsibility for themselves, and no one can do that for you."
"That's why the Sea Patrol must find that imposter herself... and figure out what she's up to."
Just as Potio finished speaking, the bartender brought over two glasses of wine.
"Wow! This rich, gunpowder-roasted meat with the taste of hydrogen peroxide is... absolutely amazing! It truly deserves to be called the best sherry barrel-aged malt juice in the entire galaxy," Portio exclaimed.
Dan Heng frowned. "'Gunpowder-grilled meat dipped in hydrogen peroxide'...is that really a taste that humans would like?"
"Hehe, he doesn't understand at all."
"I'm glad you two are satisfied. Please enjoy your meal."
Dan Heng looked at his glass of red wine. The uniquely shaped stemmed glass held crystal-clear liquid that looked so pure.
"Not bad." Dan Heng smelled the aroma of the wine; it was indeed a high-quality product.
Just then, the bartender came over again.
"Hello, here is your pie."
As soon as the bartender put down the plate, a pungent smell spread out, and Dan Heng immediately thought of something upon smelling it.
He looked closely and, sure enough, there it was in front of him—the Stargazing Party that had been lingering for so long.
Why is this thing still chasing him?
"What, what is this?" Dan Heng covered his nose and asked, pointing at the bartender at the party.
"The pie that goes with this red wine is a favorite among the Pipixi people." The bartender also pinched his nose.
Danheng: ? ? ?
"Hey friend, I didn't know you had this kind of hobby. You're just my type."
Portio leaned forward and took a sniff. The sweet aroma of the pie mixed with the salty, pungent smell of the dead, salted fish immediately hit him, and Portio was instantly captivated by the smell.
He gave Danheng a thumbs up, "Good taste."
"Since you like it, then eat it all."
Danheng immediately pushed the pie over.
"No, no, no, my friend, who would eat such disgusting stuff? I just admire your courage."
"Alright, hurry up and eat, no one's going to take it from you."
After speaking, Potio deliberately kept a distance from Danheng, as if afraid of being tainted by the smell.
"Can we get a refund?" Dan Heng asked, still shaken.
The bartender covered his nose. "Excuse me, sir, we don't encourage extravagance here."
Danheng sighed, as if he had made up his mind.
A battle for survival.
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After a while.
"Hello, gentlemen, your permission to enter the dream has been granted."
Ellie walked into the VIP room with two vouchers, but was immediately driven away by the salty and foul smell inside.
"what happened?"
Ellie pinched her nose, gritting her teeth, and continued forward.
Soon, she saw Danheng slumped over the table, sobbing, and Potio standing to the side, utterly astonished.
“You are…the lady who was circling around just now?” Portio recognized Ellie at a glance.
"It's me, sir. What... what happened?" Ellie looked at the scene in horror.
“He just challenged a human limit,” Potio suddenly said, becoming serious.
"The limit?" Ellie didn't understand.
“A whole Stargazing Party,” came the bartender’s faint voice from the side.
Clearly, he was almost losing consciousness from the smell.
"Oh, I see. I'm here to give you this voucher. With this, you can enter the hotel."
"Oh, right, Director Eve's ID card is also here."
"I go first."
Miss Ellie put down her things, turned around and left, seemingly not wanting to stay there a moment longer.
Potio picked up the voucher and beamed with joy. "Great job, my friend, you got it done so quickly."
"Truly worthy of being called the Star Train."
After he finished speaking, he patted Danheng on the shoulder.
Unexpectedly, Dan Heng suddenly started convulsing, foaming at the mouth and rolling his eyes upward.
"Hey, don't scare me!" Potio exclaimed nervously.
The bartender, who had been struggling to hold on, finally gave in and passed out.
At that moment, a bottle of Asdena white oak appeared on the table without warning.
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Pinocchio, the deepest dream.
"Is this all the tricks you have up your sleeve?"
Eve looked at the heavily injured Xingxiao in front of her, her eyes filled with gloom.
As the goddess of dreams, Eve possesses authority over dreams. For Xingxiao to want to defeat Eve in a dream is simply wishful thinking.
Even if Eve has lost the power of [Life] at this moment, she is still not someone that Starscream can defeat.
"Equilibrium? How could you possibly still have the authority over equilibrium?"
"You are not only the throne of [Life], but also the throne of [Balance]?" Xingxiao dragged his broken body and barely managed to stand up.
If it were only the power of dreams, Xingxiao wouldn't be so powerless as he is now.
"life......"
Upon hearing those two words, Eve's eyes immediately went blank.
Xingxiao noticed that Eve's condition was not quite right.
"life......"
Eve whispered, and those two words seemed to touch the deepest, most cherished part of her heart; her eyes gradually became cloudy.
Once, she was the goddess who ruled over life, the ruler, and every life was born from her hand, thus finding its own meaning.
However, now that it's his turn, he's lost in nothingness.
What is the meaning of the life I create?
Teyvat is but a tiny floating leaf in the vast universe.
The Milky Way will eventually return to nothingness.
What is the meaning of life?
At this moment, Eve's eyes were gradually consumed by darkness, which meant that she had completely succumbed to nothingness.
"Opportunity".
Xingxiao suddenly leaped up, but at the same time Eve also leaped up like a gust of wind. A vast and unparalleled power surged out from Eve's body, and the entire dream was violently impacted and disturbed by turbulent currents.
"What?" Xingxiao retreated rapidly, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Eve's eyes were now completely swallowed by darkness, with only the four-leaf clover pupil in the center remaining, though its color had changed from emerald green to crimson. Her once pure white robe was also gradually being eroded by the red and black hues.
"How is this possible?" Xingxiao stared at Eve, who had gone berserk, his eyes revealing deep apprehension and fear.
The mere pressure emanating from her body was enough to firmly suppress her, making it difficult for Xingxiao to move. He truly couldn't imagine how he could defeat Eve.
"Let's retreat first." Xing Xiao frowned. If they delayed any longer, they might not even be able to protect themselves.
The throne, when fully unleashed, is not something she can afford to provoke.
At this moment, the berserk Eve slowly turned her head, her black and red pupils like cold winter ice flowers, fixed on Xingxiao.
"Not good, get out of here!" Xingxiao made a quick decision and swiftly retreated from the dream space.
The moment she left, that dream, like shattered glass, vanished into nothingness.
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