Chapter 1539
Chapter 1539: Mowen’s Sadness and Fear
Inside the Hall of Order.
Ye Qiyan’s arrival drew the attention of many people.
He was far too famous.
Without activating [Demon Card: Pride], nobody would fail to recognize his appearance.
What’s more, by his side were his signature maid and the rabbit-eared Mecha Girl.
But what Ye Qiyan was equally famous for was the fact that wherever he went, that city would plunge into danger.
If it were just Ye Qiyan, that would be one thing, but people recently discovered that Alice, the big pop star of the wilderness, seemed to possess a similar constitution.
Wherever her concerts were held, a mountain of messy troubles would happen there.
Some people had even begun calling her a [Calamity Star].
Of course.
This was merely a stealthy claim made by a tiny minority of people.
The vast majority of people actually viewed this as a joke.
Only people truly ridiculous in their stupidity would take this as the truth.
Today’s wilderness was chaotic everywhere.
The two of them had simply happened to choose to come to the most chaotic place, nothing more.
“Mr. Ye, this way, I will take you to see—”
“No need, you go ahead and get busy. I’m quite familiar with this place.”
Ye Qiyan did not let the Order Enforcer lead the way, familiarly entering the main hall of the Hall of Order.
And here, just like his previous visit, compared to the outside clamor, within this grand and magnificent palace, human warmth only existed where Lu Cangxiao (Mr. Order) sat upon the central throne.
However, unlike before, this time someone was sitting below Lu Cangxiao (Mr. Order)’s throne.
A man wearing a loose bathrobe and sunglasses, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, completely out of place with the atmosphere here.
This person… was Mowen.
Monroe Gina had once given him intelligence regarding Mowen.
There was no mistake.
So this guy had been staying here all along.
No wonder even Monroe Gina hadn’t been able to find his whereabouts.
Ye Qiyan didn’t pause his footsteps, walking straight toward Lu Cangxiao (Mr. Order)’s side.
“Yo, it really is you, Sloth Body. How does it feel to become a king?”
Sloth Body was eating potato chips and a burger, his eyes looking as if he were on the verge of kicking the bucket.
“Not great. At most, my daily intake went from fifty packs of potato chips to forty-nine. Turns out becoming a king or whatever is boring to death.”
“Here you go.”
He tossed over a new pack of potato chips.
“I used a little method to get the Path of Divine Order to churn out a potato chip False God, and incidentally created a divine kingdom. The potato chips produced in that place taste pretty good.”
“In case you enter that station, remember to show mercy and don’t kill them all; otherwise, making another one would be a royal pain.”
“You still have dealings with the Void?”
“It’s not a transaction, just purely utilizing the birth mechanism of False Gods. Just like how they can turn believers into humans and stuff them into the ranks of Train Conductors.”
“We can also turn whatever we want into a False God.”
“A False God has the word ‘false’ in it; it will never have any future to speak of, so you can mess with it however you want.”
“The Void that created the Path of Divine Order essentially never cared about the life or death of these False Gods in the first place.”
“They’re just cannon fodder. Compared to the Zerg, no matter how many False Gods there are, they won’t pose any threat to humans.”
“What can truly threaten humans is only ourselves.”
This Sloth Body of Mr. Order seemed to imply something more.
Saying this, he suddenly stood up and said to the man who looked like he was on vacation:
“Let me introduce you. This is Ye Qiyan, and he is Mowen. The two of you are enemies. If Mowen doesn’t die during this time, the two of you will definitely fight a battle to the death in the future.”
“After all, this guy promised some trash that he would let them live a life of perfect freedom forever.”
“A newcomer like you who loves making trouble and possesses immense strength is precisely the existence those trash fear the most.”
Mowen took off his sunglasses and locked eyes with Ye Qiyan.
He chuckled.
“Senior, it seems your relationship with Mr. Ye is indeed good enough that exposing my bottom line like this is going a bit too far.”
“However, you’re right.”
“The things I promised them, I will never break my word on.”
“They want a stable life, wanting everything to continue in Peace.”
“Before they die of old age, Ye Qiyan, I am your enemy.”
“But, hehe, actually I quite appreciate you.”
“If you were given another one or two Wasteland Years of time, I probably wouldn’t be your match anymore.”
“Is that so, Senior Mowen? Perhaps you aren’t my match even right now.”
Ye Qiyan wore a smile, his entire body emanating undisguised malice.
The presence of this malice felt as though it wanted to tear Mowen apart alive.
Mowen didn’t show the slightest bit of fear, still facing Ye Qiyan with his usual composure.
“What a terrifying newcomer. No wonder those friends of mine have been getting more and more scared lately.”
“Back when Pei Yong died, they made a huge fuss with me for a long time, asking me to find a way to kill you.”
“However, my plan was to have those friends launch a siege against you, just like calling upon a large number of powerhouses to besiege that angel against the Returnees back then.”
“But unfortunately, they don’t have the mindset of those powerhouses, and even less are they willing to leave the place where they live.”
“If you don’t die, they will be afraid.”
“Precisely because they fear death, yet they dare even less to step out of the place where they live.”
“Isn’t it ironic?”
“The only person who dared to leave was Pei Yong.”
“But she died.”
“She died at your hands.”
Mowen stood up, his tone filled with a faint sadness.
“Are you planning to avenge her?”
Not a question, but a certainty.
“Yes, but not now.”
Mowen and Ye Qiyan stood together.
The distance between the two of them was less than five meters.
As long as they raised a hand and swung a weapon, an attack could be launched.
Ye Qiyan’s smile grew even more brilliant.
He was waiting.
Waiting for the moment Mowen attacked him.
That way, the other party’s malice would arrive, and his crime would be completely fulfilled at this moment.
Unfortunately.
Mowen didn’t make a move.
“I will avenge her, but the target of my revenge is not you.”
“Oh? Then who is it?”
“…”
Mowen did not answer.
He returned to his seat, put his sunglasses back on, looking as if he wouldn’t care about anything.
But he didn’t understand Ye Qiyan.
“Are they the… friends who made an agreement with you?”
Mowen didn’t react.
But the Demon Card: Bewitchment that Ye Qiyan was toying with in his hand had already told him the answer.
“It seems I guessed right.”
“How strange. It was an agreement you made with them, and it was I who killed Pei Yong, yet you fixate the flames of your revenge on those friends instead of me?”
“Why?”
“Is it because… you grew tired of your agreement with them, because you never regarded them as friends at all?”
“Is it because…”
“Enough!”
Scorching heatwaves swirled around Mowen.
As if wanting to blow away this entire grand hall.
Anger! Sadness, and… fear.
This man behind the City of a Thousand Stars, the dignified Train Captain of the fourth batch of the wilderness.
Would be afraid because of Ye Qiyan’s words?
Wrong.
What he feared
was himself, whose truth had been poked open.
Clang.
Suddenly, the sound of a door opening broke the atmosphere.
Lu Cangxiao (Mr. Order) on the throne looked over in that direction.
“Hey! Lu Cangxiao (Mr. Order)! I bought the things back for you, hurry up and reimburse me! Huh? Ye Qiyan, you came too!”
The newcomer, Qiandao Turing.
The former head of the Think Tank.
Now the holder of the other 50% wartime command rights of the Kingdom of Order.
