Chapter 878
Chapter 878 - 864: Chance Encounter
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"Welcome, esteemed guests, to our humble store. It is an honor for us Kun people to be invited to this exhibition. In our Blue Cross Peace Development Company’s little shop, you can find all sorts of interesting trinkets from exotic realms..."
As a foreign dispatch employee of the Star-zone for over thirty years, Fang Luoke had his own unique tricks for trading in the Foreign Domain.
"...The item I personally recommend the most is this ’Adaptive Bracelet.’ It’s perfect for all kinds of environmental adaptation, and with it, you can walk freely even in the depths of space."
Now, he was in his own store, smiling as he introduced his goods to the locals who had never set foot in space, a bunch of monkeys to them.
Meanwhile, another thread of his mind was running wild in his head, venting his frustrations.
"A bunch of bumpkins, if you can’t afford it, don’t touch! Scram, scram, you’re wasting my time. Don’t touch my goods with your feeble forelimbs! Fuck, I even have to put on a smiling face for these monkeys. Is this what human purgatory feels like?"
As a super lifeform evolved to possess dual brains and four to six threads of thought, he could manage to multitask between dealing with customers and contemplating other matters.
"You know what, even though it’s quite primitive, their ’culinary path’ here is somewhat intriguing; their technology for food reprocessing and seasoning is pretty impressive... What should I have today?"
"Fourth day now, and I’ve only made one sale so far. I’ve been thoroughly duped this time. Seriously, a newly opened civilization is just not worth any expectations—an abundance of lookers but very few with the actual cash."
He rapidly introduced his goods to the visitors, while his other three threads of thought could simultaneously engage in racial discrimination, ponder what to eat today, and curse the superiors for their inhumanity.
At first glance, the meter-tall figure seemed like a beautiful elf... but in reality, this was just a mimicry, a humanoid communication panel created based on the local life forms’ aesthetic standards.
In his normal form, he spanned over a hundred meters, an evolved species capable of surviving in the universe alone... In many worlds, their whale-like, fish-like appearance was directly regarded as deities.
But now, within his own ethnic group, he was just an unlucky fellow who had been relegated by his superiors to a small rural shop.
What worried him more was that he might be making a pointless trip this time and fail to meet his sales targets for the year.
"...Ahahaha, didn’t find anything you liked? I welcome you to come again next time."
He smiled as he saw off the group of customers, their faces full of regret. Even though he knew rationally that their world had just begun its foray onto the stage of the Star-zone and indeed had nothing of value to offer as a ’general equivalent,’ and that now was just about making an acquaintance and cultivating the market, his other threads of thought simply couldn’t be restrained...
"...Ptui, damned poor wretches."
"The roast meat tastes really good."
"Damn it, what a shitty place. Can I just file a report and get sent back?"
Suddenly, all four of his threads of thought paused.
His lively eyes were, in a sense, just for show, but his actual sensory organs were so powerful that their range far exceeded that of ordinary psychic radars.
Within his sensory range, a "black zone" abruptly appeared.
It wasn’t a big deal for the radar to detect a massive object, but encountering a blind spot that couldn’t be identified often meant...
"Is there a Big Boss around...?"
"An unobservable Observer..."
"A True-life form? No, perhaps something even higher..."
"I really want to eat ramen; this mimic body’s stomach is too small. If it doesn’t work, I’ll just switch to another one."
Putting aside that last, obviously unreliable thread of thought, all of his attention focused on a "mundane" passerby outside.
At first glance, the figure, which appeared to be a native creature, looked like a youngling.
He was suspended in mid-air, half-reclining on a floating saucer, his body remaining motionless, only his floating metal arms busy at work.
But what attracted Fang Luoke’s attention most was the pair of snakes wrapped around his shoulders, right below his ears.
One black snake appeared and disappeared intermittently, as if existing and yet also a phantom, which wasn’t simple optical invisibility but instead pertained to the conceptual level of "existence and non-existence."
Just this Beastmaster alone sufficed to prove the extraordinariness of this seemingly native creature, and by his right arm, the white snake...
"Fuck! The Abyss King’s seal, an Abyss Lord!"
Just one glance was enough to make Fang Luoke’s scalp tingle.
In his organ for soul perception, he instantly identified that this moving catastrophe was an Abyss Lord capable of destroying small and mid-sized worlds.
But now, that "white snake" was listlessly lounging on the mortal’s shoulder, seemingly whispering something from time to time... This seemingly rational and obedient Abyss Lord directly challenged Fang Luoke’s common sense.
It seemed that Fang Luoke’s observation had drawn the boy’s attention, and the entity turned around.
Just one glance, just those seemingly vacant and spiritless eyes...
"...What is this?!"
"Dead, I’m dead! Can’t observe anymore."
"He’s shaking the foundation of material existence! Is it an interdimensional destruction weapon? How could such a thing appear in such a backwater place?!"
"Barbecue! Noodles! Such a hard choice! Or maybe change a stomach and eat both."
All four thought streams exploded in chaos (except for the last one), and Fang Luoke dared not look directly at the monster disguised as a mortal... As a member of a Star-zone species, he felt as if he’d accidentally stepped on a nuclear bomb.
Those seemingly dull blind pupils were calm and seemingly empty, but if one actually came into contact with them, they felt like a "portal" to another world.
Through Fang Luoke’s sensory tracking, he could feel it pulsating, vibrating, twisting the very foundation of the world!
This appeared to be a kind of "universal destruction weapon." The local life forms had actually put such a thing out in the open?
The monster imitating a local infant seemed capable of destroying his own body with just a blink of an eye, even though he was now just a mimic...
"...Could you introduce me to your merchandise, little elf?"
Fang Luoke took a sudden step back, unaware that the monster disguised as a local had already come up close.
"What did he say?"
"Merchandise? Of course, of course! I’ll introduce it to you right away!"
"This way, please, this way!"
"Today I’ll have barbecue, with the black kind of soda!"
The next moment, Fang Luoke hastily covered his mouth, as he accidentally let out four voices at once.
This kind of "Star-zone destroying demon" usually had a terrible temperament, and such disrespectful behavior was enough to put him on the dinner table, leaving him trembling with fear.
But the other party seemed amusingly smiling.
"...You’re quite funny. You’d be great at comedic dialogs, right?"
"Of course! I’m super good at it."
"This is an insult... But you’re the Big Boss, you’re right; starting today, I’ll study comedic dialogs."
"Exactly, exactly. Ah, I’m not saying You’re wrong, I’m saying You’re too right."
"Barbecue! Dumplings!"
"Shut up!" The last thought thread was directly roared at by the others.
At this moment, probably because it was too interesting, the creature across from him laughed out loud.
"...Quite interesting. Could you introduce me to the merchandise? I don’t have any money on hand, but maybe I will after some time, just looking for now..."
"What do you mean by that? You actually want to pay? Are you looking down on me..."
Twenty minutes later, Lu Ping’an stood on the street, holding "gifts" and feeling a bit shocked.
And in his courtyard, there were still several bags of gifts... Uh, these Foreign Domain businessmen were just too "enthusiastic." As long as he mentioned that he had no money, they would bring out a bunch of gifts, too many for him to refuse.
"This stuff seems pretty expensive... Is this the reason they can grow and strengthen? Love it."
Lu Ping’an nodded satisfactorily and proceeded to the next shop.
— End of Chapter 878 —