Chapter 228

Sasa analyzed triumphantly, "So, Xue Ning, you just need to pick a good atmosphere, cry, and tell him you don't want your past dirty and painful memories to define your whole life, and that you want a truly wonderful experience to heal your past trauma… With such a legitimate reason, that bastard virgin will find it hard to refuse you!"

"Otherwise, that bastard virgin, even if he were locked in a room where he couldn't get out without [redacted], would desperately smash the room to get out!"

"Conversely, once you create the right atmosphere and [redacted] with him, he will cherish the woman he [redacted] with and become a 'nice guy'."

"That's why a man must [redacted] a lot to gain experience and confidence. Qi Xing just hasn't [redacted] enough!"

It was very persuasive.

But precisely because it was too persuasive and hurtful, Xue Ning remained silent for a moment before retorting, "White God, when you and [Master Leipu] were in my labyrinth, didn't you also lack experience and confidence in such matters?"

"Hmm… doing it yourself is indeed a bit annoying."

Sasa looked thoughtful, but then smirked at the others, "But watching others mess around from the sidelines is especially interesting."

"Is that so?"

Now even Xue Ning was a bit annoyed, retorting with a sharp edge in her voice, "I think you and [Master Leipu]… had a lot of fun playing in the labyrinth, didn't you?"

…Once she said that, neither Elaine nor Lin could pretend not to hear.

"Playing what?" Lin frowned immediately.

"Count Saint-Germain, others are negotiable. But letting this devil mess around with Qi Xing is just too much, no matter how you look at it." Elaine's tone sank, becoming serious. "You wouldn't want to see that outcome either, right?"

"Indeed, only when facing White God does [Master Leipu]'s attitude change; he isn't that much of a 'bastard virgin' then."

Xue Ning mused, "…This is dangerous."

"?"

What was going on?

Completely at a loss, Sasa suddenly realized she was being besieged and viewed with hostility by three women. She really should have learned more about social nuances from Gabriel before.

The other two couldn't touch her, so Sasa wasn't afraid at all, but if Lin used the Fire of Uriel to burn her again, Sasa wouldn't be able to handle it. Knowing when to quit, she quickly vanished and fled.

But even after turning invisible, Xue Ning's private transmission still drifted into Sasa's ears:

"White God, despite the recent complex situation, I still acknowledge you as the Creator and the sovereign of this world."

"You seem to be cooperating quite happily with [Master Leipu] now, but what exactly do you plan to do after collecting all thirty [silver coins]?"

"If you plan to vie for the throne with [Master Leipu], I will not support you at that time."

"Oh? You acknowledge my sovereignty over the world, yet you won't support me?"

Sasa sneered, a bit displeased.

"You created this world, allowing us to be born and to live, and of course, I am very grateful to you."

Xue Ning smiled slightly, "But a great writer in the East once said: The weak wield the ox against the weaker; the strong wield the ox against the stronger."

"For someone capable of bearing the world and the happiness of all living beings, taking the world from the hands of the Creator… is that not also a normal thing?"

"…"

…He definitely never said anything like that, right?

Volume 6: Rep-Man · Lunar Expedition: 208: Messenger from Hell, Rep-Man!

Late July, England, Oxford.

The sun had long since set, and darkness had completely shrouded this ancient city. The intertwined glow of moonlight and streetlights seemed to submerge Oxford into another world. The cobblestone streets beneath their feet felt like paths leading to other eras.

This was 21st-century Oxford, yet it could just as easily be the Oxford of the Reformation, or even the Middle Ages—time seemed to stand still here; the city's timeline appeared never to have advanced.

In this moment past midnight, amidst the vast lawns of an ancient park, a mysterious battle unknown to anyone was quietly unfolding.

"O Muse, on this foreign land, sing of my—the victory of Achilles, son of Peleus!"

The bronze hero sang loudly.

He stood on the park lawn, with no audience but his opponent listening to his declaration, singing at the top of his lungs.

He was a figure that almost didn't belong to the modern world. His features were handsome, his muscle definition as perfect as an ancient Greek statue, his skin tone healthy as if forged by sunlight, and his entire body was encased in gleaming bronze armor, full of both a sense of speed and raw power.

Clutching a sword and shield also crafted from bronze, fully armed, his eyes were as bright as burning war flames—intense, direct, and unavoidable.

Because he was not merely a warrior, but a hero inheriting the blood of the gods, the grandson of Zeus, the son of the sea goddess, the Prince of Thessaly.

Not far behind him stood a man wearing a silk robe with woven patterns on the sleeves, looking full of himself—this attire wasn't particularly common in Oxford, but it wasn't extremely rare either.

"Playfair, you have already lost!" the man said loudly. "Surrender quickly, and I can still give you a quick end!"

Opposite them was another pair of hero and summoner.

The Queen of Britannia with long reddish-brown hair, holding a spear, draped in red and blue robes symbolizing royalty, her skin fair but her eyes sharp, her face filled with stubbornness and unwillingness.

She stood on a battered chariot. The once majestic chariot was now scarred, the shafts riddled with axe marks and sword wounds, the axle looking as if it would snap at any moment, the horses' breathing revealing exhaustion and tragedy.

Riding the chariot with her was a girl who looked like she absolutely shouldn't be on this battlefield.

An Oxford University student, no more than twenty years old, dressed plainly, wearing glasses, her face full of nervousness and anxiety, even carrying a canvas bag; she looked as if she had just walked into the wrong place from the library.

Although she was thin and dowdy, she gripped the edge of the chariot tightly, racking her brain, looking for even the slightest way to break the deadlock.

She was Vike, the very person the man opposite was shouting at to surrender.

The scales of victory had already tipped. Their team's situation was indeed precarious.

This was only natural.

…After all, how could an ancient British Queen with the 'Rep' attribute possibly win against a Greek 'super-male' hero possessing both 'Rep' and 'ravish women' attributes?

"No matter what, even if I have to risk this life, I must at least let you, Vike, escape safely…"

The red-haired queen gritted her teeth, her tone filled with tragic tenderness.

She didn't want to see that ending again—didn't want to see a girl like a daughter fall into the hands of the enemy and suffer the tragic fate of being [redacted].

"Don't say stupid things!"

Vike, who was trembling beside her and holding onto the chariot, retorted stubbornly, "If you're going to fight to the last moment, how could I not stay with you!"

Meanwhile,

"Rest assured, beautiful Queen of a foreign land, I will not make the same mistake I made with Penthesilea."

"The swift-footed Achilles will defeat you, ravish you, and take your body and soul!"

The second most powerful demigod hero of ancient Greece finished his boastful words and walked step by step toward the Queen of Britannia.

The red-haired queen, even knowing she was outmatched, resolutely raised her spear to face the fate descending like a god. She was willing to use her body as a shield to buy even a moment of survival for Vike.

But, even if she fought to the death with Achilles, how could Vike, a mere little magician, possibly escape?

O Goddess Andraste, this time, will you still not grant your protection?

Rumble—

In the night sky, a dull thunder suddenly sounded.

Achilles frowned.

This was terrible. If it started to rain heavily, it would be a buzzkill; he wouldn't be able to properly enjoy the pleasure of ravishing the beautiful queen.

He raised that massive, sharp bronze sword and was about to act immediately.

Rumble, rumble—

The thunder grew closer. It seemed to be approaching this battlefield.

O Zeus on Olympus, are you in such a hurry to urge me to act? No need to be so rushed, right?

Holding a trace of helplessness, Achilles turned his head and looked toward the direction of the thunder.

Then, he saw a fist.

A fist, breaking through the air, growing larger and larger in his field of vision.

At first, it was just an imperceptible point on the horizon, like a beating star in the night sky.

But in the blink of an eye, the light approached rapidly, its outline clear.

In the next instant, the fist completely filled his vision.

Gathering the angry thunder of heaven and earth, a single punch was about to blast his head into shit paste!

"Wuji Vibration Zen!"

The loud noise shook the entire night in Oxford, the airwave surging like a falling meteor.

This punch sent Achilles flying like a volleyball, causing his entire set of bronze armor and his beautiful helmet to dent and burst. He tumbled through the air, carving out a broken arc, and slammed heavily into the stone pillar at the other end of the park!

The stone pillar shattered with a boom, dust flying everywhere.

This thing was older than Xue Ning, but anyway, it wasn't the first time he had destroyed cultural relics.

Whether it was the Greek demigod blasted away by the punch, the red-haired queen preparing to fight to the death, or even the magicians on both sides of the lawn, everyone could only stare in astonishment at the arrival of the supreme powerhouse.

"Rep-Man!"

A moment later, the male magician opposite finally came to his senses and screamed, his voice distorted, "Why on earth are you here?!"

"Coming to protect the bond between mother and child, does it need a reason?"

The [Strongest Man on Earth] retorted, completely failing to answer the question!

"Back off. Otherwise, I will break both of your heads."

He just lowered his gaze, his tone turning cold, making no one dare to disobey—it was unquestionable!

The [Strongest Man on Earth]!

Why would he appear here at such a time?!

Achilles' summoner racked his brains—could it be that people from other academies had gone crazy and invited this god of slaughter as a reinforcement? …No, impossible. No one would be stupid enough to go to that extent.

But regardless of the reason, he himself could absolutely not clash head-on with [Master Leipu]!

"Greetings, [Master Leipu]."

He bowed his head in anger, gritting his teeth, "I am Playfair, Vice-Mentor of the Original Essence Academy of the Hermes Society. You have suddenly intervened in our Society's magical duel tonight; we will definitely file a formal complaint."

Qi Xing couldn't be bothered to pay attention to him, not even lifting his eyelids.

The [Global Supernatural Council] had been sending emails to Qi Xing every day for the past half-month, but Elaine had handled all of them. What was one more complaint?

He just waved his hand impatiently, like shooing flies, telling this so-called Vice-Mentor to get lost.

Playfair was actually quite happy to take the hint and get lost.

Unfortunately, an unexpected situation occurred at this moment.

"Good guy!"

On the other side of the lawn, a second earth-shaking boom suddenly erupted!

From the ruins of the collapsed stone pillar, a handsome figure leaped out like a lion. It was none other than the demigod hero who had just been blasted away by Qi Xing's punch and smashed into the distant building like a kite with a broken string!

His upper body was bare, his bronze breastplate already shattered and fallen off, but his perfect muscles remained solid, even unscathed.

Running wildly, he gripped the shield and bronze sword in his hands, which were also undamaged. Without his clothes, his momentum was even stronger, every step he took stirring up the wind!

"Good punch!"

He laughed loudly, singing praises,