While Qin Chu was thinking, the bald stall owner had already stood up completely from behind his stall. He didn't seem like much when he was sitting, just a bit muscular, but now that he was standing up, it was clear that his height was even more noticeable than the bamboo pole Qin Chu had used last time; to exaggerate, he was almost twice 165cm tall.
Adding the horizontal width, it wouldn't be a problem to split it into four Qin and Chu states.
The bald man looked at Qin Chu with an extremely intimidating expression. Qin Chu glanced at him but showed no nervousness whatsoever. He even leaned against the stall and tapped the counter again.
"Let's make a deal, put it on my tab this time, I need it urgently."
The stall owner was shocked by his haggling attitude. He chuckled twice, grabbed Qin Chu by the collar, and pulled him up: "Kid, can't you see the situation? Do you even have the right to speak now?"
Baldy wasn't just an ordinary stall owner; he was a boss in this black market. His problem was that he was the only one awake now, while the other guys were still fast asleep, making it inconvenient for him to get anything done.
Thinking this, he looked at Qin Chu, whom he was holding, again: "You're not bad, kid. You managed to sneak into the space station twice during this period. That means you're capable. Stay and help me with some things."
He grabbed Qin Chu with one hand and reached under the stall with the other, saying, "I remember there's something in there that will ensure you behave..."
Qin Chu was grabbed by the collar, his whole body swaying in mid-air, but his face remained expressionless: "Imprison the buyer? I remember there are regulations here."
"Regulations?" The bald man scoffed. "Any regulations these days? Kid, you need to face reality. In this situation, whoever has the bigger fist is the rule."
After he finished speaking, the boy he was carrying remained silent for a while, not saying a word.
The bald man thought he had intimidated the kid and was about to threaten him again when he saw the cold-faced man in his hand sigh, nod, and say, "That makes sense."
The next second, the bald man's body, which was over three meters tall, flew out.
A few seconds later, behind the stall, the burly stall owner was found bound into a ball, sitting there tearfully, looking utterly aggrieved: "How could you do this! If you had told me you were such a good fighter, I would have let you pay on credit!"
I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you.
Qin Chu picked up the black robe and put it on, then looked up at him and said, "You didn't ask either."
The stall owner was filled with regret; he hated nothing more than these people who pretended to be weak while actually being strong!
Seeing Qin Chu about to leave with the black robe, the stall owner became unhappy again: "Hey, didn't you say you'd pay on credit? Didn't you leave a message?"
Qin Chu walked back, tore off a piece of paper, and quickly wrote down a contact number and a line of text.
The stall owner was seething with anger, thinking that once his brothers woke up, they would definitely come knocking on his door to collect the debt. But when he leaned closer to take a look, he saw that the address on the note was: First Legion Captain's Office. The signature was: Qin Chu.
The bald man's vision went black immediately. Staring at Qin Chu's back, he roared, "You fucking want me, a one-star pirate, to go and collect a debt from the commander of the First Legion?!"
By the time Qin Chu arrived at the Royal Palace, it was already afternoon.
Burke, who was standing outside sunbathing, saw a familiar figure and subconsciously scratched his stomach, asking, "Bro, how come you've shrunk again?"
Qin Chu: "..."
If those standing outside are like this, imagine how the one squatting inside will be belittling them.
This time, Qin Chu didn't need the butler to greet him; he walked in on his own, seemingly familiar with the place.
Burke reminded him from behind, "His Highness the Crown Prince is in the reception room."
Qin Chu had visited the Royal Palace twice, once to Levy's bedroom and once to the study in the office area. Although he had never been to the reception room, he had a general idea of its location from observing it from the way there.
Qin Chu walked along the cool, deep corridor of the Royal Palace, his figure gradually disappearing into the long corridor. Therefore, he did not see the Royal Palace doors slowly locking after he entered.
Not only the main gate, but also every three meters along the inner corridor, a gate was lowered, and all the winding corners of the corridor were closed off, leaving only the path forward under Qin Chu's feet.
Bright lights and beautiful artworks on both sides create a prelude to luring someone into a trap.
In the magnificent drawing room of the Royal Palace, Levy was leaning back on the sofa, sipping wine from a wine glass.
Although he acted like a prince, his unrestrained and wild temperament clashed with the surrounding furnishings and the atmosphere of the entire Royal Palace, making it seem as if one of them was fake.
Even more absurdly, compared to his unruly spirit, the Roy Palace, which has obviously existed for tens of thousands of years, has become the one to be exposed as a fake.
This was extremely awkward, as if the entire Royal Palace was writhing, trying to find a way to spit out this strange prince.
Noticing Qin Chu's arrival, Levi's icy blue eyes turned around, his gaze sweeping over Qin Chu's newly changed robe, and a slowly intrigued smile appeared on his lips.
When the man in black robes left last time, he pretended to send guards to chase after him, but it was just a smokescreen. He had already tampered with the man's robes.
But a few days later he sent people to look for his tracker, which ended up in a trash can.
This person's keen insight was truly beyond Levy's expectations.
Even knowing he was being watched, he would rather change his robes on the black market than miss telling stories at Roy Palace. This perseverance truly surprised and delighted Levy.
"Would you like some?" Levy asked with a light laugh, raising his glass.
"No need," Qin Chu replied coldly, walking straight to the opposite side of him to sit on the sofa.
Qin Chu tried to sit down for the first time, but he couldn't even get on?
Do the chairs and sofas in this Royal Palace reflect the owner's disdain for short people?
Some wicked guy obviously wouldn't let this little thing go.
Before Qin Chu could even try a second time, the man in front of him looked at him and asked, "Do you need me to carry you this time?"
Qin Chu hardened his fists, held his breath, sat down on the sofa cushions, and restrained himself from swaying his legs.
Then he glanced at the time again, stopping Levy from continuing his teasing: "I'm very busy today, so I hope you'll listen carefully to the following story."
Saying "I hope you listen carefully" sounds like "Shut up if you don't want to die."
This time, Levy surprisingly didn't cause any more trouble. He merely raised an eyebrow and leaned back on the sofa, seemingly wanting to listen to a story.
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After leaving the second world, Qin Chu rested for a long time in the small space Noah had set up.
He barely rested after the first world ended, and in the second world he often went out to cause trouble in broad daylight. If he didn't rest, he would really be sleep-deprived.
Even though Noah had slowed down the flow of time, the small space was still much faster than the virtual world.
After waking up from his rest, Qin Chu asked Noah about the mission in the previous world.
Because the mission in the previous world was special, Qin Chu would not achieve results immediately upon leaving that world; rather, it would require a certain amount of time.
"Sir, the mission to 'ensure the existence of vampires' in the vampire world has achieved a completion rate of 99.8%." Noah said with some emotion, "This means that thanks to your efforts, the existence of vampires has been extended for a long time, which ultimately forced the small world to expand and evolve, resulting in many logical loopholes."
Qin Chu nodded, showing little surprise, as these events were clearly within his expectations.
Noah felt a chill run down his spine at this attitude, because Qin Chu's final move was so unexpected that even he, the system residing in Qin Chu's mind, was startled.
No one expected that Qin Chu would choose to sacrifice himself, and that he had tampered with his own blood long beforehand.
Noah, who was monitoring Qin Chu's data body in real time, knew about the poisoning. He asked about it curiously at the time, but Qin Chu's reaction was very calm. He just casually told him it was just in case.
Qin Chu stirred his consciousness and casually asked some details: "How many years has the vampire clan continued?"
Noah replied, "Ten thousand eight hundred and ninety-one years."
Hearing this long timeframe, Qin Chu frowned: "Only that short?"
Noah was about to vomit blood. This was short? More than ten thousand years! That meant that the hunter had been chained up by Qin Chu and forced to do a mission for him for ten thousand years!
Given that data entity's love of freedom, it'll probably go crazy in the end.
It's not that Qin Chu Versailles is the only one, but rather that the vampire prince's lifespan is indeed very long, almost equivalent to immortality.
He knew his control over K was inconsistent, so he went all out, directly borrowing the power of sacrifice. His demands on K weren't just to stop the two races from starting a war; he also added a patch to prevent K from committing suicide.
Despite possessing the most powerful strength and endless life of a prince, he ultimately lived only a little over ten thousand years, much shorter than Qin Chu had imagined.
Noah was also curious about the final state of that world, so he secretly connected to the data of that small world.
Noah was stunned after only one second of connection.
"Sir, that world has completely collapsed and no longer exists."
"How could it collapse?" Qin Chu asked in confusion. Didn't they just say it was expanding?
Noah trembled slightly as he transmitted the images he received after connecting to the data fragments to Qin Chu. It was the scene before this virtual little world finally collapsed.
The blurry scene depicts a desolate wasteland, beneath which lie countless corpses, both vampires and humans. In the center of the ruins, a tall figure ascends step by step, climbing stairs made of the corpses.
The image suddenly disappeared, but Qin Chu recognized the last figure that appeared at a glance.
Qin Chu frowned: "In the end, humans and vampires still ended up fighting each other?"
"No, no..." Noah's voice trembled with an electronic tone: "Sir, the reason this world collapsed is... someone slaughtered all the data entities within the world, and ultimately the world couldn't sustain it, which is why it collapsed..."
One person killed the whole world.
Noah's small space fell into an eerie silence for two seconds.
Qin Chu clicked his tongue, his tone somewhat complicated: "Is it that crazy?"
Noah thought to himself, "You're pretty crazy. No normal person would think of having a data entity do tasks for them. Look how ridiculous this has become." Normally, in the end, they just became antisocial.
However, Noah quickly breathed a sigh of relief: "Luckily, it's just a data entity..." If it were a real human...
Qin Chu picked up where Noah left off: "Don't worry, if he's a real human, the special prison at the bottom of the First Legion's starships will welcome him."
Noah thought to himself, "That makes sense. If there really were such a person, given their superior's personality, they definitely wouldn't ignore it."
"Hurry up, next world." Qin Chu urged, quickly putting the collapse of the previous world behind him.
When he opened his eyes again, Qin Chu was sitting on a soft, large bed.
He was simply wearing a bathrobe, his legs bent, with a jar of ointment beside him. Clearly, before he arrived, this data entity had been applying the contents of the jar to its body.
General Qin looked at his leg, then at the sticky substance in the jar, and frowned: "What is this stuff? Is it medicine?"
He picked up the jar and smelled it; there was no medicinal smell, but rather a faint, pleasant fragrance.
“This is body lotion, sir,” Noah explained, unable to bear it any longer. “It keeps human skin moisturized, smooth, and fragrant for a short time.”
Qin Chu's straight-man tendencies kicked in again. He was utterly bewildered: "What does this have to do with me?" With that, he raised his hand and put the jar aside with obvious disgust.
Noah slyly reminded him, "You've only applied paint to one leg; the other leg isn't painted yet. Don't you think something's wrong?"
He knew that Qin Chu sometimes had a subtle obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Sure enough, upon hearing this, Qin Chu lowered his head and examined his legs for a while... something was amiss.
Then……
He found the restroom and washed the leg that had been coated with the ointment.
Noah: "..."
I don't quite understand why General Qin is so averse to this kind of thing.
I looked around at the space I was in.