“Excuse me…
are you Mr.
Wen Jin?” Just as Wen Jin was still standing bored at the very end of the line, an IPC employee was suppressing the trembling in her heart, forcing herself to maintain the smile on her face as she softly asked the slightly impatient Wen Jin before her.
Wen Jin looked toward the voice and saw that this sweet-looking employee had her pretty face tightly drawn, the muscles on her face faintly **, as if she were holding something back.
Her body emitted a scent Wen Jin was extremely familiar with, one called “fear.” “You know me?” Wen Jin slowly turned around and looked at the IPC employee who was frightened for some unknown reason.
“Y-yes!
You’re a diamond-level user of our Interastral Peace!
You enjoy our bank’s queue-free service!” Hearing the question from the white-haired, golden-eyed person before her, the young female employee’s legs went weak, and she almost dropped to the ground and kowtowed to Wen Jin on the spot.
Fortunately, the professionalism she had fought her way through the workplace to develop temporarily overcame a bit of her fear of death.
Even though right now she already wanted to board a spaceship and flee this planet at light speed, because of her superior’s orders, she could only do her best to communicate with this “Incineration Avatar,” and even establish a good relationship with him.
Compared to death, the IPC’s breach-of-contract clauses were still somewhat more frightening to her.
Sure enough…
the only thing that could overcome fear was an even deeper fear.
“Diamond-level member?
I remember I was only an ordinary card user, right?” Hearing this, Wen Jin raised his brows, and a few traces of confusion appeared in his golden eyes.
“That’s right!
You were indeed an ordinary card user in the past, but after the Interastral Peace Corporation learned of your heroic deeds aboard the Xianzhou Cangcheng, it decided to gift you a lifetime diamond membership card for Interastral Peace Bank.
From now on, you no longer need to come specially to replace your bank card.
You only need to scan your face when making payments, and the Interastral Peace Corporation will directly deduct the payment for you.” After saying this, the employee even bowed slightly to Wen Jin, as if praising his past achievements.
“…” Gazing at the contradictory expression of fear and respect on the young IPC woman’s face, Wen Jin did not reply immediately.
Instead, he began to think.
It seemed that the battle of Cangcheng had actually made his own name known.
The original Doomsday Nobody was now worth the IPC coming over to show goodwill?
But the Interastral Peace Corporation never showed goodwill to anyone without reason.
After casually making a few associations, Wen Jin inferred the general situation at present.
Most likely, his End of Life ability had already been observed by most factions.
In that case, everything could be explained.
Looking at the silent Wen Jin, the young IPC woman only felt that every second of this person’s silence was like the torment of an entire century to her.
The honored appearance of this “Incineration Avatar” before her was simply far too authoritative.
Even if he counted as a standard “handsome man” in the Universe, in her eyes, he was no different from a green-faced, fang-bearing demon!
Even if someone dragged out a Borisin for her right now, she would probably think the Borisin looked a little more pleasing to the eye.
Finally, after that silence that actually was not very long, Wen Jin leisurely opened his mouth and said: “How long has it been since Cangcheng was destroyed?” Hearing this, the young IPC woman instantly let out a long breath, then hurriedly explained to Wen Jin.
“If according to the Xianzhou calendar, fifty years have passed since Cangcheng was destroyed.
According to the Interastral Peace Corporation’s calendar, Cangcheng’s destruction was something that happened in the previous Amber Era.” Fifty years…
Hearing this number, Wen Jin inwardly nodded.
In other words, according to the Xianzhou calendar, it was now Star Calendar year 6350, and after he took an arrow from Lan, he had only returned again fifty years later…
It seemed the power of The Hunt was still not to be underestimated.
If it were the ordinary [Destruction], he would only need one year at the fastest, or more than ten years at most, before resurrecting again.
But this resurrection had been separated by fifty years…
Looking at Wen Jin, who had once again sunk into thought, the young IPC woman seemed to have made some kind of decision at this moment.
First, she swallowed and moistened her somewhat dry throat.
Immediately after, she softly said to Wen Jin: “May I ask…
have you come this time because you foresaw Stede-Karl’s ending?
Could you reveal a little…” “…” “Sorry, I don’t know the ending of this planet, but I advise you all to leave this place as early as possible.” Wen Jin lightly glanced at the line beside him that was still waiting to purchase the so-called “Sidekar Rebirth Service.” The meaning was self-evident.
After receiving Wen Jin’s reply, the young IPC woman instantly felt as if the great stone in her heart had landed on the ground rather than smashing onto the instep of her high-heeled shoe.
The question just now had not come from her personally, but was a “mandatory task” given to her by her superiors.
Under normal circumstances, no one would dare to ask such a somewhat “offensive” question while a “Fierce God” like this was thinking.
But as long as the other party was willing to answer directly, they would be able to deduce his general personality, and also extract key information from his words just now.
This “Incineration Avatar” did not know Stede-Karl’s ending, but he did know about the previous fall of the Xianzhou Cangcheng…
Was he intentionally hiding his true ability, or was Stede-Karl too insignificant, unworthy of even a proper ending?
Forget it.
These questions were no longer something a mere receptionist like her needed to think about.
She would leave them to the Intelligentsia Guild and the IPC’s upper echelons!
After confirming that Wen Jin was indeed as the Xianzhou Alliance’s intelligence described, “suitable to approach and possible to communicate with,” the fear in the young IPC woman’s heart naturally lessened somewhat.
But she still maintained an appropriate degree of awe toward him.
“Do you have anything else to ask?” Looking at the employee before him, who was almost hanging all her inner emotions on her face, Wen Jin smiled calmly, then said to her evenly.
“Ah…
I…
this…” Hearing Wen Jin’s reverse question, the young IPC woman did not quite know how to answer at this moment, because the upper levels had indeed prepared a second question that she needed to ask.
It was just that this question…
She quietly glanced at those golden eyes, but then hurriedly withdrew her gaze as if she had been burned by them.
“Go on.
Since your IPC has gone to the trouble of asking, as long as it doesn’t involve matters of principle, I’m in the mood to point you toward the truth.” Hearing this, the young IPC woman instantly felt as if a great burden had been lifted.
Her previous fear vanished completely, leaving behind only the necessary reverence, as well as gratitude toward Wen Jin’s “mercy.” Then, under Wen Jin’s gaze, the young woman asked the final question: “May I ask…
must you [Destruction] together with this world?” “Can’t you…
leave first before it is destroyed?” ……
Recommending a friend’s book “Looks Like I Really Have to Control You!” “What I must say is that the school has indeed been getting better and better under Senior Uezuru’s leadership, but that is no reason for him to carry out dictatorial rule in the student council!” A certain black-haired, straight-haired girl slammed the table hard and said emotionally to the interviewer, “What do you mean, if our grades don’t meet the standard, we’re not allowed to form a band?!” Uezuru Izuki, who had just come out of the principal’s office, paused when he heard this.
He turned his head and immediately gave an order to the secretary beside him, demanding a strict investigation into all profit-making activities on campus that had not been reported to the student council.
The girl with a thin presence who was holding a stack of documents twitched the corner of her mouth, then immediately advised him earnestly, “If you do that, the student council’s pressure will be very great!” Uezuru Izuki chuckled.
What this bro was playing was a high-pressure game!
If you’re fine and I’m fine, then how am I supposed to complete achievement missions?
Who’s going to make up for the rewards I’m lacking?
Come on!
Let me see the determination of your resistance, and your resolve toward your so-called hobbies!
★ ★ ★ T/N: If you spot mistranslation, do tell me.
★ ★ ★ Shilling time!