Chapter 1130 - 1127: Five Types of Shocks

"I mean, my reputation won't be ruined or anything, but if it helps Celestial Palace Station get finished sooner, worst case I'll just carry the nickname of 'old but still going strong' or 'the blade still sharp'..."

"A bit of infamy is no big deal." Li Wenkang chuckled and shook his head. "It's not like I've ever been a good guy anyway..."

Relying on card games to win the fate of a nation sounds completely insane when you say it out loud.

But that granny likes exactly this kind of thing; it doesn't give a damn about Spiritual Particles or the situation. The moment you mention something fun or some juicy drama, it actually wants to talk.

Talk about anything else and it flat out ignores you. Sometimes it even lifts the metal seat cushion under its butt, swings it up and smacks people on the head, its whole face saying "shut up."

"If you're gonna play cards, call me next time. If its eyes don't tear up within three hours, I'll count it as me throwing the game..." Ansheng crossed one leg over the other, took a sip of iced Coke and laughed:

"When it comes to face-card battles, across Changxi Town and Xinxing Agricultural Science College, I'm famously the guy who can make every auntie and distant relative cry, and punch game companies so hard their market collapses."

Ansheng doesn't talk about it much, but his gambling luck is freakishly broken. As soon as a mahjong game starts, the dealer hand is directly a natural Heavenly Hand; at worst by the next round it's an Earthly Hand.

Because his luck with tiles is completely incompatible with being a chronic loser, Ansheng has absolutely zero "normal gamer" experience.

"I don't buy it. Don't you dare sit down at the table and suddenly claim you don't know how to play, then get hard-controlled by everyone." Li Wenkang looked at the little fox, half convinced, half doubtful.

"At the card table, if Jesus shows up, even the 'Amen' out of his mouth has to change to 'Macao.'" Ansheng snorted.

"I'll just…keep that in mind for now..." Li Wenkang clicked his tongue.

...

After two hours of flight, the plane slowed down as it passed over an island thick with rainforest. The island was lush on all sides; apart from an old, tiny pier, there wasn't a single reinforced concrete building in sight.

Master Fuli, carrying the metal cylinder on his back, leaped straight out from the rear cabin into the sky, spread his arms, and used his tail's swaying to control his drifting posture and landing spot midair.

"By the way, you sure this is a Deserted Island? 'Cause I swear I'm sensing electromagnetic signals..."

During the rapid descent, Ansheng glanced over at Li Wenkang with the parachute on his back, sounding a bit weirded out.

Li Wenkang had said this island was deserted, but once they were above it, Ansheng could see electromagnetic signals over the pier side and the central area of the island.

Those signals were clearly directly linked to satellites.

"I told you, Deserted Island, there's no one. If you see anything vaguely humanoid, that just means we're seeing ghosts." Li Wenkang said that with his mouth, but there was an oddly weird smile on his face, kind of...clownish?

"Yeah, yeah, sure..."

Ansheng rolled his eyes, not believing a single ghost-story syllable out of Li Wenkang.

This rainforest-choked Deserted Island might be like Peace Island, a private domain owned by some Landlord of Longevity.

In the process of taming the King of the Universe, there will inevitably be flesh-and-blood pollution with a massive area of effect.

So Li Wenkang setting the taming battlefield on someone else's turf is actually pretty normal. It's just…who knows which Landlord of Longevity has caught Old Li's eye this time.

"Boom——"

Master Fuli dropped from the sky like a white meteor dragging a tail flame, slamming over a ton of metal cylinder into the rainforest and startling the birds out of the trees.

"Triangular Hammer, come!"

Master Fuli gazed toward the sea and let out a call from his mouth. The silver-white Ground Effect Vehicle across the ocean instantly sped up again, racing toward the Deserted Island.

"Now, it's your turn..."

After summoning his weapon, Master Fuli turned to look at the white giant egg sealed inside the tank.

The metal cylinder was an inhibitor, and also an intercontinental missile, one of the components of a special warhead.

The sides of the metal cylinder could be fitted with Spirit Particle Potion. When stored in the warehouse, the cylinder and the Spirit Particle Potion were kept separate to ensure absolute safety.

But as soon as the plane crossed the border, Li Wenkang mounted the Spirit Particle Potion onto the metal cylinder.

Master Fuli only needed to manually activate the device to wake the slumbering King of the Universe.

"Zzzt zzzt zzzt..."

As the infusion device started up, with the clacking of mechanical teeth meshing, roughly fifty liters of Spiritual Particle Extraction Liquid, purified over several rounds, and just under one liter of Treasure Tree Spirit Liquid were all poured into the glass chamber.

The giant egg inside the metal cylinder greedily devoured the Spiritual Particles sprayed over its surface. The shell gradually softened, sending out tendrils like liquid metal in all directions.

As the shell shattered, a completely naked woman sat in the vessel. She curled her body up, arms wrapped around her shins, face buried against her knees.

"Return..."

The King of the Universe slowly opened her eyes, mumbling some words unconsciously under her breath.

Except—

Through the observation window, the moment she saw the white fox outside, its face full of curiosity—

The King of the Universe's stiff expression got even stiffer. Her delicate little toes dug into the glass floor; a gentle push spun her around, pressing her back against the observation window so Master Fuli couldn't see her.

Clearly, the King of the Universe was just a patient with a mental disorder, not a literal maniac.

She still vividly remembered what that white fox had done to her last time.

Outside the observation window, that white thing could really eat, it even devoured all the Spiritual Particles around.

He literally starved her to death...

"You dog..."

Back turned, the King of the Universe rifled through her brain's vocabulary and dug up an English phrase to curse Master Fuli.

"Holy shit! Old London Union Jack accent."

Master Fuli's eyes bulged as he glared at the back-turned King of the Universe inside the cylinder. "You not going home now? I've even brought you out to release you, and you still won't come out?"

In Ansheng's expectations, he had pictured the instant of the King of the Universe's revival as her suddenly decking him with a punch, then fighting him till the sky fell.

He'd also imagined the King of the Universe waking up with a grave expression, forcibly keeping herself clear-headed to negotiate with him.

But he had absolutely never pictured this: the King of the Universe waking up, spitting on him once, then turning around to shut down, with zero intention of setting foot outside the sealed chamber, not even bothering to respond to him at all...

"I'm mentally ill, I live in the hospital, and I take the meds my doctor prescribes..."

"I am not crazy."

"The doctor hasn't signed my discharge papers; wherever you came from, go back there." The King of the Universe had Assimilated a few foreigners right after reviving, so everything she said came out in English.

She had no idea why Master Fuli had woken her up.

But she could sense the danger and had zero desire to respond to Master Fuli's challenge.

Again: the thing outside was a damn glutton, and that honestly had the King of the Universe spooked.

Going out with nothing to eat is bad enough; going out to fight that white thing over Spiritual Particle haze is pure self-inflicted suffering.

Better to just keep sleeping here, wait until the Spiritual Particles are fully revived, then step onto the stars—rather than go out now to do something that's obviously just asking for pain.

"You come out, and I'll cover your full benefits and one big scare! Otherwise don't blame me, I'll just break the door down..."

Seeing the King of the Universe's shut-in behavior, Master Fuli was actually laughed to anger.

Like, bro!

You weren't like this before. First time you revived, you shattered several mountain peaks, acting all above-it-all, not sparing a glance for any Blue Star lifeform.

How come now, after getting scratched by a fox, you look like full-blown autism, refusing any and all communication with the outside world?