At last, Ronn understood why Keisha hunted Liang Bing across the entire universe for "justice."
That level of evil really did deserve it.
"Hahaha—!"
"Relax, I'm kidding. Look at you, scared stiff."
Liang Bing sat back down, laughter spilling from her lips like silk.
Through it all, her gaze never once left Ronn's face.
It was a test—
to see if this man harbored any hostility toward her.
After all, this wasn't her universe.
Even with her fourth-generation divine body, facing an existence she couldn't decode made her wary.
"Alright, back to business."
Resting her chin on one hand, she asked with a lazy smile,
"When I was aboard Demon One, I heard a voice invite me to this tavern.
I just nodded—and suddenly I was standing at your door.
That's void-power, isn't it?"
In her universe, only Karl's research into the Void could achieve anything similar:
a fixed position, but a shifted space.
By that theory, she was still physically on Demon One—
only her coordinates had been altered.
But Ronn shook his head slightly.
"Not exactly. You could say you came here through one of Demon One's nodes.
More simply—" his eyes glinted—
"you broke through dimensions."
Liang Bing froze mid-motion, her hand still in the air with the cup.
That explanation shattered everything she thought she knew.
It didn't just match her void theory—it crushed it.
Then she tossed back the whole glass in one go and laughed wildly.
"Ha-ha-ha!"
"You b-tch, Keisha! We've fought for ten thousand years, argued for ten thousand more—
and now I finally have something to prove you wrong!"
That, after all, was how the sisters had split—
over an academic argument.
Liang Bing had been fascinated by the Ultimate Fear,
while Keisha called it heresy.
In their known universe, aside from the angels' hundred-thousand-year civilization,
every other race vanished once reaching a certain level of development—
wiped out in countless mysterious ways.
Liang Bing believed an unseen law interfered from a higher plane.
That nothing truly existed,
that everything they saw and owned was a false projection.
And the inability to perceive that illusion—
that was the Ultimate Fear.
What Ronn described just now…
fit perfectly with the traces of that higher power she'd always sought.
Not proof—
but enough to overturn Keisha's entire doctrine.
"Drink," Ronn said gently. "Thinking too hard only ruins your mood."
"Fine—then tonight I'll drink until I drop!"
Liang Bing grabbed the bottle and chugged straight from it.
Ronn smiled faintly. "If your sister Keisha ever accepted your Ultimate Fear theory… would you still kill her?"
Liang Bing paused. Complex emotions flickered in her eyes.
They'd shared centuries together—sisterhood, battles, victories…
But the war between angels and demons had lasted ten millennia.
Could a debate really wash that away?
And besides—she had stabbed that b-tch once already.
"I don't know," she murmured at last.
"Even if I proved it, she'd probably still try to cut my head off."
Her tone softened into a weary laugh. "That woman…"
"There's nothing that can't be talked out," came a booming voice.
"Look at me and my idiot son—two and a half years of killing each other,
and now we can share a drink!"
The Holy Master cheerfully smacked Little Demon Dragon on the head.
A boom! shook the tavern as gravity flung the old demon straight through the doors,
slamming him into a distant tree.
Moments later, crackling thunder lit the sky—
Little Demon Dragon had summoned a storm's worth of lightning straight down on his father's skull.
BOOOOM!
The explosion was so loud that pirates, marines, and civilians all turned to stare at the tavern.
"Old man, I'm already giving you face!"
The younger demon snarled, gulping down wine.
Soon after, a soot-covered Holy Master trudged back inside, muttering,
"My apologies. That was… a poor example."
Then he glared at his son.
"If you've got guts, come back to Hell with me!"
"Old man, your insurance card's overdrawn," Little Demon Dragon shot back,
dropping a handful of gemstones on the counter before storming off.
He didn't make it to the door before a fist the size of a boulder crashed into his head.
THUD!
The demon prince became a black streak flying back out of the tavern.
"Boss, I'll be going too."
The Holy Master straightened his robe and vanished in a blink.
Watching all this, Liang Bing chuckled.
"What a loving father and son.
If that b-tch Keisha and I ever met in your tavern, I suppose we'd look just like them."
Ronn shook his head.
"No. Fighting's forbidden here."
"Ah, I see."
She smiled knowingly.
No wonder those demons held back—the rules of the tavern must be absolute.
Then suddenly, her expression changed.
Her abdomen tightened, a wave of pain flashing across her face.
"Damn it, women will always be women!
Even gods can't escape this curse!"
Clutching her stomach, she dashed for the restroom.
Ronn blinked. "…Seriously?
Fourth-gen divine body, and you still get that?"
He sighed. "Rem, take her some sanitary pads."
"Yes, Master."
Rem's cheeks flushed crimson as she hurried off toward the bathroom.
Rayleigh, who'd been silent until now, smirked.
"Kid, don't you think it's a waste not to deliver it yourself?"
Ronn straightened his back, face full of righteous indignation.
"Do I look like that kind of man?"
A hero among men—pure and proper.
Totally. Completely.
(Probably.)
The tavern door creaked open again.
Donquixote Doflamingo stepped inside, grinning,
a few heavy briefcases dangling from his hands.
"Boss," he drawled, "I brought your delivery."
[Ding! New customer detected. Scanning traits…]
[Scan complete. Trait identified: Villain.]
[Future four inter-world guests will also possess the "Villain" trait.]
Ronn blinked.
Villains?
He hadn't even processed that when Rem returned, face red as a tomato.
"Master," she whispered shyly,
"that lady said… it's a bit small.
She wants the kind with wings."
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