Chapter 59: The 59th Day of Livestream Selling
Reinhardt asked Elowen, “How can I make Lin Zhao happy?”
“How am I supposed to know?” Grand Duchess Elowen rolled her eyes so hard they were almost about to reach the heavens. “Raise your own wife yourself, understand? Anything else? If not, I’m hanging up. I’m so busy I’m about to die. I really don’t have time to listen to your troubled young-cat worries.”
On this point, Grand Duchess Elowen was not fooling her younger brother. She really was busy—busy making trouble for the Pantheistic Divine Nation. Compared with her youngest brother’s militant style of fighting whenever words failed, Grand Duchess Elowen, whose martial virtue was not as abundant as his, tended to prefer disgusting people in great-star-system power struggles. For example, she jammed the Divine Nation’s rare resources, blocked key hyperspace routes, and carried out a whole series of technical lockouts.
The last one was the most troublesome.
But unfortunately, this brilliant grand duchess was the owner of the intellectual property rights to those technologies. If she said she would not authorize them, then she would not authorize them. Not even her emperor brother could do anything about it.
A new energy utilization technology she had recently launched had drawn quite a bit of attention.
The Pantheistic Divine Nation had originally been at the negotiation table too, but then everything was suddenly halted. They sent a representative to ask what had happened, only to receive an ambiguous answer from the grand duchess’s personal lady-in-waiting: Don’t you know what you did yourselves? If the Pantheistic Divine Nation had a clear conscience, they would certainly have caused an uproar known to all. But unfortunately, their conscience was guilty, especially after they learned that Elowen was currently aboard her younger brother’s Calamity Goddess, while her brother’s life and death remained unknown.
Of course, shameless people could never be scared off by this kind of bluff. They only protested to a higher-ranking leader, trying to go through Emperor Anderich to make his sister stop being so “childish.”
And Emperor Anderich’s answer was: I have already spoken to her.
And then there was no “then.”
I can scold my sister. My sister can also choose not to listen. You know, ever since my sister inherited all kinds of energy planets from our grandfather’s family—he used to be the universe’s number one merchant—she really has been able to do whatever she wants. How did you provoke her? Why not hurry up and apologize?
But if apologizing worked, they would not have needed to complain to Anderich.
Still, the Pantheistic Divine Nation was certain that Elowen had no evidence, so they continued shamelessly resisting to the end. They even went through the Cosmic Alliance and issued a harsh threat: if you do not want to talk, then don’t talk!
Of course, they did not mean they wanted war. After all, everyone was a civilized star system. Also, even without Reinhardt, Asa, as a famously battle-crazed race in the universe, was not that easy to provoke. The Pantheistic Divine Nation only wanted to expand its believers and harvest energy. It had no intention of asking for trouble. What they meant was that if they were forced into a corner, they would not give up their right to face them in court.
The Interstellar Court was still alive and well.
They did not even need an actual trial. Just creating that kind of public opinion would be enough to give Elowen, who had no evidence, a headache for some time.
But would Elowen be afraid of that? It seemed these religious fanatics who loved acting mysterious and divine still did not understand what a feudal monarchy was.
Meanwhile, Reinhardt was thinking: if Lin Zhao’s unhappiness was not because of this woman named Phone—
Elowen: My name is Elowen, thank you. E! Lo! Wen! It means “the rose dances with the dawn”!
—then it could only still be because of the people they encountered during the day.
After all, before that incident, Lin Zhao had looked happy every day. After the incident, Lin Zhao barely even left the house. No matter how one looked at it, it had to be those people’s fault.
The tabby cat, who was very good at reasoning, nodded. That night, he locked onto his target.
At first, he had habitually thought that he had already handled most of it at the time, and the rest were minor matters that could be left to the people below him.
Although he did not know where that habit came from, it was not important. What mattered was that these humans were truly useless. Even now, they still had not handled things properly. How long had it already been? They still had not given an explanation. No wonder Lin Zhao was in a bad mood. The tabby cat, feeling that everything finally made sense, stretched his front paws forward, lowered his body as much as possible, and after a huge stretch, declared that sure enough, he still had to do it himself.
Cat-cat was super reliable!
Grand Duchess Elowen, who had remained online the whole time: “…You are not a cat.”
“You’re talking nonsense!” His Highness Reinhardt, the reliable one, immediately narrowed his eyes and looked at the camera with an unfriendly expression, arguing seriously, “Lin Zhao said I’m his cat. A big tabby cat!”
Everything Lin Zhao said was right.
- Grand Duchess Elowen decided not to argue with a big cat whose brain was not clear. She merely silently turned on screen recording and smiled. She hoped that when he found his brain again, he would still be able to hold his chest high like this.
“So, what do you plan to do?”
Grand Duchess Elowen, who had originally intended to hang up, ultimately chose to keep watching because she was still a little worried.
As for a cat overflowing with martial virtue, what did she mean, “what do you plan to do?” Was there a second option? Of course, he would simply and brutally kill his way over.
When Reinhardt counterattacked the person with teleportation ability, he had actually not killed him for real. After all, at the time, he had not yet been sure how Lin Zhao would accept such a thing. He had only used his spiritual power to cripple the other party’s ability. Most people’s power cores were in their brains, just like the system that always buzzed around Lin Zhao’s head, saying that the crystal cores of something called zombies were in the brain.
A power user’s ability core was inside the brain, beneath that skull that was both fragile and hard.
Reinhardt did not know why he was so skilled at crippling other people’s ability cores. In any case, he was extremely practiced at it. Along with that arrow, he had also buried a seed of his own spiritual power, which could prevent the other party from recovering his power at any time. Or…
Track the other party’s coordinates.
X Country, X City Sanatorium.
The fluorescent lights in the corridor exploded one after another with crackling sounds. The white tiger, walking without a sound but with an overwhelming presence, approached step by step. Amid the wildly flashing indicator lights, he showed the constantly retreating security team what pure power meant.
A newly transferred person at the sanatorium had already been scared into a corner, trembling uncontrollably. The magazine in his hand had long been emptied, yet the tiger’s fur had not even been scratched. In his panic, he could only grab whatever he could and hold it in front of him, waving it around uselessly while his heart pounded violently as if it was about to leap out of his chest. His gaze swept rapidly across the floor, and everywhere he looked was chaos.
Shattered lamps. Overturned sanatorium equipment. Clear cracks in the floor. The faces of his colleagues, lying unconscious or worse beneath their broken helmets.
God, what had he done wrong to encounter all of this?
Just as he closed his eyes in despair, ready to meet his fate, that enormous white tiger did not even look at him. It simply walked straight past him.
The rookie reopened his eyes in disbelief. Only then did he discover that there were several colleagues in the same situation as him, cautiously peeking out after surviving the disaster. They saw one another at the same time and discovered the pattern behind the white tiger’s actions: he had specific targets, and he had his own method of identifying them. As long as you did not actively provoke him, nothing would happen.
So what exactly was the standard?
Revenge?
What had those big shots who were urgently transferred to the top floor of the sanatorium recently actually done?
Everyone who had come into contact with the teleportation ability user that day had, to a greater or lesser degree, been marked by Reinhardt’s spiritual power. He would not wrong anyone, but naturally, he would not let go of anyone who had harmed Lin Zhao either.
The 3S spiritual pressure meant that everyone affected by Reinhardt would not be having an easy time during this period.
Reinhardt had just not expected that they would all be staying in the same sanatorium, allowing him to catch them all in one net. That did save quite a bit of trouble.
Now, outside the ward, only the final three people were left. Each of them was surrounded by quite a few people. Obviously, they had all received the news and gathered together as a group.
Some people were attempting one final desperate struggle, while others were… trying to find a way to run.
“Kevin, think of something!” Inside the blocked-off ward, the pale-faced senator stared at the giant tiger that was steadily approaching outside. All he could do was pin his hopes on the teleportation ability user, who had no strength left in his body, trying to make him open that miraculous passage again so they could return to Country A.
Yes. Without a doubt, all these people were from Country A. To call them smart? They were currently speaking Country A’s language, exposing their nationality in one second. To call them stupid? At least they had pulled up the banner of X Country as a layer of cover.
The weakened Kevin was still receiving an unknown liquid by IV. He felt as if his brain was about to explode, but he could be considered loyal and devoted. He mobilized the last bit of natural energy in his entire body, desperately trying to open the door.
The twisting, rotating space could barely take shape. Every time it showed the slightest sign of forming, it would quickly be destroyed.
Bean-sized beads of sweat kept densely seeping from his forehead. Even though he had been lying in bed the whole time, he looked like he was almost unable to hold on.
And the ward door had already been broken open.
The well-trained power-user guard team had no choice but to assume attack stances and force themselves forward. One small team wove a touch-and-die net of crackling lightning, while someone on the other side quickly inflated himself like a strongman, eventually turning into a stone giant as hard as bedrock. Meanwhile, those senators had already turned and were running toward the spatial gate that had not fully formed at all.
But no matter what their reaction was, it was useless. Reinhardt moved directly.
He was far too lazy to play tricks with these people. He only wanted to end this quickly. He lunged straight at the team waving the electric net. With one swipe of his front paw, he scattered their formation like swatting flies. His enormous jaws, with terrifying bite force, clamped onto the person at the very center of the team. With a flick of his head, he slammed the person into the wall.
That person did not even have time to groan. He slid down the wall and lost consciousness on the spot.
The stone giant seized the opportunity to smash a fist over. Reinhardt merely swept his tail. At a speed so fast no one could see clearly, accompanied by a crack, he whipped the other party’s arm into a strange bent angle.
The man himself also flew out, smashing through who knew how many walls in a row. Whether he would make it back for dinner that night was unknown.
The senator running toward the spatial gate, amid a long, shrill, despairing scream, had one arm severed directly by the out-of-control space. That barely opened space was not a door to heaven, but an even deeper despair.
He shouted and screamed like a madman, “Don’t come any closer, you devils from another star system!”
Grand Duchess Elowen, on the other side of the communicator, raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”
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