After being fired from the diamond squid, I became a sea patrol ranger.

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Silver Wolf blinked, not daring to say much. He flipped his hand, picked up a sky-blue fragment, and placed it in front of Sam, waving it around.

[This texture...is it really a fragment of a stinging insect? But it feels different.]

Silver Wolf nodded and said, "I think so too. I fought the Star Shattering King Insect back then..."

[You're still fighting with the Breeding Order Envoy?]

"No... let me finish! The skin of the Star Shattering King Insect is dark blue, but this fragment is sky blue, and the texture is somewhat transparent. In short, it's very strange."

Let me take a closer look.

After Sam finished speaking, she lowered her head, leaned close to the silver wolf, and looked into her palm. When she saw the shape of the fragment, she gasped.

Silver Wolf could still hear the voice clearly, even through the mask.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with this fragment?"

This is a very, very long story. In the Republic of Grammer, on the eve of the launch of the Legion Plan…

"Stop! There's no need for history class!"

Silver Wolf stretched out his hand, blocking Sam's mask: "Before I left the space station, I deliberately investigated Ruan Mei's experimental records and learned that she went to the Desolate Land in order to obtain the fragments!"

I want to go to the desolate land.

"Huh? So decisive? Do you need my help...?"

Silver Wolf stopped mid-sentence.

She saw that Sam had left the sofa early, clicking away, and within seconds he was at the living room exit.

At the exit, there is a small elevator with a sign that reads "Small Spaceship Parking Area".

Without hesitation, Sam stepped onto the elevator. The elevator descended and quickly disappeared from Silver Wolf's sight.

The spacecraft ascended, spewing out an orange-red tail flame, streaking across the dark starry sky like a meteor and disappearing into the distance.

Spa's spaceship, after undergoing a jump, also arrived at a certain region of space, where its speed decreased and it slowly moved forward.

At the front of the spaceship, a floating space island appeared. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the head of an ancient beast.

The ancient beast had been gone for a long time, but its size was exceptionally large; its eyeballs alone could support hundreds of spaceships.

What's intriguing is that, in the starry sky outside the ancient beast, there hangs a tail-like fin, a remnant left over from countless Amber Ages ago.

Spare manually piloted the spaceship, bringing it closer to the ancient beast's teeth. The music in his headphones softened, switching to New Pants' "Outdated."

The spaceship landed on the teeth. Spa landed, stepped onto the skeleton, looked around, and saw red and green lights flashing in the distance.

People of all shapes and sizes walked by him, some with long pom-poms, some with long cat ears... and even a refrigerator that had come to life.

Even after coming here so many times, I still find it quite interesting.

But first and foremost, I need to check out the bar. Their snacks are pretty good.

Spa smacked his lips, took off his headphones, ignored the cat-eared woman trying to solicit customers, and walked straight into the distance.

Before long, Spa arrived at a bar, looked up, and saw the sign flashing blue-green light, but with the name written in red:

【Radiant Light Bar】

Spah curled his lips into a smile and pushed open the door. Instantly, a wave of dizziness washed over him, and something strange happened.

Chapter 33 I want to see rivers of blood!

Spah found himself on the ceiling.

It's not that he stepped into a trap as soon as he entered the door, and was tied up with ropes and hung on the wall.

Instead, the entire world was magically turned upside down.

Spah felt himself standing on the ceiling, head down, facing the bar, with a chandelier beside him.

He took a few more steps, moved to the wall, and unexpectedly walked onto the wall, moving towards the ground.

Ha, it really does look like a Pinocchio...

However, the prices are much more affordable.

Even though it wasn't his first time there, Spa was still amazed.

Shortly after, Spah stood in front of the bar and saw an android waiter hand him a menu and a fountain pen.

The fountain pen was old-fashioned and covered in scratches. Spa shook it several times before managing to get a little ink out, but he accidentally smudged the menu.

The machine took another clean menu, and Spa marked it up, circling a crab roe burger and a braised fish with a Xianzhou flavor.

Of course, there's also Spa's favorite rainbow liqueur, which is arguably the most expensive item in the entire pub.

The android put away the menu, took a step back, and gestured "please," causing the ground beneath Spa's feet to tremble.

The shaking intensified, then suddenly stopped, and the object flipped 360 degrees. Spah spun along with it, and when he came to his senses, he found himself in a confined space, surrounded by a cacophony of noise.

Whether they were ordinary humans, cat-eared creatures, winged creatures, or even those intelligent machines, they were all drinking and playing drinking games.

Judging from their attire, almost all the guests were armed and had tattoos on them; even the AIs had painted their bodies with blue dragon paint.

This place is truly... as interesting and invigorating as ever.

Spahr shrugged, ignoring the noisy patrons, found an empty table, and sat down.

Less than half a minute after we were seated, the food and drinks were served.

Spah nodded, thanked the android waiter, and started eating the braised fish. After he had eaten a little more, he raised the bottle and poured the wine down his throat.

Inside the bar, music started playing. The melody was calm and peaceful at first, but after listening for a while, it exploded like an avalanche.

Upon hearing the melody, Spah smiled slightly, not because the song was pleasant to listen to, but simply because he had written the melody himself.

Spall recalled that during his time at the company, he spontaneously composed a punk song. Little did he know that the song would become increasingly popular thanks to the company's capital operations.

Unfortunately... the staff member who helped me buy the rankings and manage the operations back then has passed away, killed by that fool.

Thinking of this, Spa clenched his fist.

He felt a burning sensation within him. In the distance, the red graffiti looked more and more like the bloodstains left by a fool. And the bodies of the drinkers gradually blurred into double images, their clothing transforming into business attire.

Ugh, I got drunk so fast today...

Spa shook his head, but instead of sobering up immediately, he used his life force to expel some of the alcohol and maintain a slightly tipsy state.

He grabbed the hamburger and continued eating.

But right now!

Thump thump! Thump thump thump...

A hurried footstep swept past Spah.

Spa looked up slightly and saw a gray-haired young man wearing a gray shirt walking briskly through the bar.

It seems... they're not coming for me.

Spall didn't want to meddle in other people's business, so he lowered his head, raised his glass, but the next second, his brows furrowed.

Spah could smell pleasure emanating from the young man.

With a slight sense of unease, Spa looked at the young man, focusing his power of destiny on his eyes, and was surprised to find that the man's appearance was entirely a disguise.

Unfortunately, Spa's skills were not up to par, and he was unable to discern the other party's true appearance.

Fortunately, he eventually sobered up, raised his eyebrows, and began to observe the young man's every move.

He saw the young man, moved with a cat-like gait, approached a bearded man with a scar on his face, lowered his voice, and said:

"Big Beard, I know you're wanted. Hey, don't rush to kill me! See that omnic over there? He's the one who told me. He's got his eye on your head."

The young man ran to the opposite table and muttered to the machine:

"Mr. Mech, look at that bearded mercenary over there. He keeps staring at you. Is he after the treasure in your pocket?"

After saying that, he ran towards a cat-eared boy:

"Hey kid, that bearded guy looks like he's after your boyfriend... I'm just giving you a heads-up."

The young man found another Pipixi:

"Shorty! Hold on! Look over there! The bearded man and the cat-man are trying to take advantage of the situation to ambush your omnic friend. Think about it... you've been eyeing your friend's treasure all along, haven't you?"

The young man moved among the crowd, found a dozen or so drinkers, and gossiped and teased them.

Gradually, the room became filled with a somber atmosphere.

The once noisy bar suddenly became much quieter, but both the bearded man and the android were eager to get started.

Looks like...something interesting is about to happen.

Spall rolled his eyes and took a sip of his drink. Although he was righteous, he felt no pity for these ruthless thugs who lived on the edge.

Hurry! Hurry! I want to see rivers of blood!

pat!

A button fell.

The intelligent machine took the initiative and pulled out the chainsaw.

The bearded man, unwilling to be subservient, drew his knife with a whoosh. One by one, the other drinkers also brandished their weapons.

In an instant, the clanging of metal echoed throughout the tavern.

Snapped!

No one knows which side the gunshot rang out, but the patrons rushed forward, knives against knives, guns against guns, clashing together and creating chaos.

From a distance, Spah had no idea who was whose enemy and who was whose ally.

But Kosper didn't care about any of that.

He only saw blood spurting everywhere, flesh scattered all over the ground, and insults from all over the world, without stopping.

"This place is desolate, with fights every day... well, they're just something to eat with drinks."

Spall muttered to himself, yawned, and picked up the braised fish.

Snapped!

His wine glass shattered.

Spah frowned and glared at the men fighting. He saw the bearded man set up a Gatling gun, the barrel spinning and bullets flying out.

Snap! Snap snap snap...

Bullets swept through the bar, shattering glasses and plates with a crash. Innocent patrons scrambled under the tables for cover.

Spall looked at the glass, sighed, grabbed the bottle, and tried to drink the rest of the liquor, but the bullets swept in again.

Snap, snap...smack!

The bottle shattered into pieces, and the wine spilled all over the ground.

Spall blinked, lowered his head, looked at the spilled wine on the ground, pursed his lips, and stood there stunned for a moment.

This wine... is very expensive, drinking it like this is too much!

Spa sat back in his chair, his gaze sweeping across the bar. He saw innocent customers shot, blood dripping onto the moldy floor.

He pursed his lips and sighed again.

Spah stood up, grabbed a chair, and threw it at the bearded man.

Bang!

The bearded man fell backward to the ground, foaming at the mouth, unconscious. The Gatling gun, which had been firing so enthusiastically, also stopped firing.

"Shut up! Shit!"

Spah shouted a curse, and the brawlers all looked over.

Facing a dozen menacing, burly men, Spa was not afraid at all. He picked up a broken bottle and charged straight at them.

Before the burly men could react, Spah charged in, punching and kicking them relentlessly while humming a song:

"I oppose pure beauty! I oppose harmony!"

"I don't know what I want, but I know how to get it. I want to destroy passersby!"

"Because I want to rule the world!"