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"Spargo, let's look at the stars together. And by the way, you used the stolen [Memory Album]. Hehe."
Estelle squinted and smiled sweetly.
Chapter 30 Tuning the Black Tower Lady
"Memory Album?"
Spall was slightly startled, a little flustered. Fortunately, he was a man of experience and didn't show it.
"hey-hey"
Estelle chuckled, her eyes sparkling as she stared intently at Spa, like a cunning kitten.
“Brother Spa…”
Estella moved closer to Spa.
"what's up?"
“Brother Spa, you were less than ten years old when you first joined the company, right? That's when I met you.”
"Pretty much. Back then, you'd trip and fall every two steps!"
"Believe it or not, I'll hit you!"
Estelle's cheeks flushed slightly: "Actually, what I wanted to say was... others may not know about your dishonest dealings, but surely I do?"
"I'm just afraid that witch Black Tower will make things difficult for you. I'm just borrowing it for a bit, as long as no one knows..."
As Spah spoke, he bent over, his hands turning into claws, his neck twisting, and his eyes darting around, his movements incredibly sensual.
"Pfft! Hahahaha..."
Estelle couldn't help but laugh out loud. After a moment, she suppressed her laughter, took a deep breath, and then grinned again:
"If we're going to use some unusual items, let's go to the observation deck. There's no one there, it's very quiet."
After speaking, Estelle turned and ran. Spah followed behind, passing through corridors, and soon arrived at a secluded corner.
Just as Estádio said, there was no one at the observatory, only rows of bookshelves that enclosed a semi-open space.
At the far end of the space, a floor-to-ceiling window, more than three meters wide, stood there. Outside the window was the pitch-black universe, twinkling with stars, and a telescope was quietly placed in front of it.
Aista's eyes lit up when she saw the telescope. She rushed to the window, laughing and shouting:
"Spargo, go use the artifact, don't worry about me. Hehe, stars, stars... looks like we'll see a meteor shower today."
A slight blush appeared on Estád's cheeks. Spah noticed the girl's eyes were peering through the binoculars, her hips slightly raised, revealing her slender back.
My little sister...you've grown up so much! It's so good that you can do whatever you like!
Wow! A shooting star!
Aista screamed. At the edge of the starry sea, a shooting star streaked across the sky, leaving a white trail before gradually disappearing.
Spall saw that deep within Estella's pupils, a shimmering light reflected the brilliance of shooting stars. Spall had never seen anything like it before.
perhaps
Estelle's decision to follow the Black Tower was truly the right one.
Spall muttered to himself, recalling the past when Lady Black Tower, wearing her flamboyant wizard hat, barged into the company headquarters.
That old witch, pretending to be young, first raised her chin, insulting the intelligence of all the company employees. Then, like a child trafficker, she pressed her face close to Estella's parents, threatening them:
"Either send your daughter to be my apprentice!"
"Or I'll publish my research findings to the entire universe, ensuring that the Interstellar Peace Corporation won't even get a taste of the profits..."
Before Heita could finish speaking, Estella's parents knelt down with a thud, tears streaming down their faces, practically begging to beg Heita to sell their daughter.
Looking back, Spall, though he hated Estelle's parents, still felt a stinging slap in the face as a member of the company.
Black Tower... that old bastard Deng
Well! As long as Estella is happy, that's all that matters.
Spall looked at Estelle, saw her cheerful expression, felt a pang of emotion, sighed softly, and walked to her side.
“Sister Estád,” Spa said softly.
"Huh? What's the matter?"
The girl put down the binoculars, turned her head slightly, and smiled, revealing her rosy dimples, which were quite adorable.
"Looks like you're doing quite well here at the Black Tower."
“Of course, Black Tower is my most respected teacher!” Estelle jumped up and down and said with a light laugh.
"That's it..."
Spall looked at the girl, pricked up his ears, and listened to her heartbeat, thump-thump, confirming that all her joy was genuine.
"I didn't expect that old witch Black Tower to be so kind-hearted, as long as she didn't mistreat you."
Spah chuckled, but noticed that Estella's lips were slightly parted, her brows furrowed, and her expression was strange.
Spall knew that Estella didn't look like this when she was angry, so he didn't pay much attention and continued:
"Back when we were at the company, we all had some misunderstandings about Ms. Black Tower. We all thought she was arrogant and conceited. Besides, she's clearly an old woman, yet she invented something called 'rejuvenation,' trying to look young..."
Spah's lips moved rapidly, and he became more and more animated as he spoke.
Just then, Spah suddenly noticed small white dots appearing on the ground, and the Black Tower doll swayed and floated before his eyes.
"Huh? Who are you calling pretending to be young?"
"That's what the Black Tower puppet said."
The doll didn't have the ability to express emotions, so Spa couldn't see the other person's emotions, but he could still hear that Black Tower's voice was much lower than before.
Ugh... I need to say something to change the subject.
Spah's eyes darted around, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the little black tower conjure a hammer. Afraid of being too slow, he blurted out:
"Ms. Black Tower, so intelligent and clever, I thought you'd been eaten by insects... To see you alive again is truly..."
Spah realized he had misspoke before he could finish his sentence. Just as he was about to correct himself, he saw the Black Tower's flying hammer swinging towards him.
"Let's spin around!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Spah felt an impact on his lower back, but no pain whatsoever.
Just as he was wondering what was going on, his vision suddenly blurred. When he came to his senses, Spah realized that he was no longer on the observation deck.
Spa looked around and found the environment somewhat strange.
The walls were snow-white and the floor was black; at first glance, it looked no different from a space station. However, Spah approached the floor and saw that it was covered in scratches and mud stains.
We... left the space station, but why do I have this strange feeling of familiarity?
Spa pursed his lips, about to take a step, when he saw the space beside him distort, and the Black Tower raised its hammer and walked over with a clattering sound.
"How about it? I'll take you back to Pierpoint. Be grateful, you former debt collector from Interstellar Peace Corporation."
Little Black Tower raised his chin, a smug smile playing on his lips.
"Grateful for what? This place is just a fake." Spah rolled his eyes, yawned, and turned his head away.
"Not bad, you even knew it was fake."
"Even with poor company security, it's not like someone can just sneak in through a back door. So, what do you want?"
Spare was too lazy to waste words with the Genius Club members, so he turned around and walked forward on his own.
"Hehe, look at my masterpiece, the [Simulated Universe]! Hey, stop right there! Is this how you treat me? I...I'm...a top genius in the entire universe! Hey! Stop!"
Little Black Tower pattered and chased after Spa to her feet, stood on tiptoe, and raised her hand, trying to slap Spa, but was easily dodged.
"Ha! The mere Genius Club, seat number eighty-four..."
Spah stretched, pulled out some potato chips, and started crunching them. At the same time, he squinted and glanced at the Black Tower.
He saw the Black Tower doll swing its hammer, raise it high, and then bring it down heavily, but its target was only the floor beneath its feet.
!!!
Black Tower slammed his fist three times in a row, and said defiantly:
"Hmph! Hmph! You debt collector! I was going to keep my promise to give you a rare item because you cooperated with the experiment... but you... Hmph! Hmph!"
Upon hearing this, Spa, who had been about to provoke someone, stopped, turned around, and put on a smile:
"Ms. Black Tower is stunningly beautiful, incredibly intelligent, and a woman of her word... Oh! Right! I recorded the entire conversation. Hmm! I need Ma Liang's writing brush!"
"you……"
Black Tower was speechless, feeling frustrated but not daring to break his promise, so he remained silent and made a casual gesture.
A dark brown calligraphy brush fell, landing in Spa's palm.
Spallian weighed the pen in his hand and felt that although it looked ordinary, its weight was strange, like air, and he couldn't touch it.
"Hehe! Good stuff!"
Spall summoned a keyboard, pressed a few keys, and the Ma Liang brush vanished. Afterward, his smile faded, and he looked at the Black Tower again:
"Alright, enough of the commotion. I'm in a hurry, let's get down to business... Ms. Black Tower's request for me is definitely more than just bringing a gift."
"Hmph, they found out so quickly... Talking to smart people is so time-saving and effortless."
The Black Tower mascot stands with its hands on its hips, looking up at Spa:
"Mr. Debt Collector, would you be interested in playing Fu Li?"
Chapter 31 is a one-off deal.
Fu Li, the star god who remembers the path of destiny.
Spall was reluctant when he heard that he was to play the Star God.
He felt that he couldn't just be asked to act out the role immediately; he needed to at least try it out and understand the situation.
"Fu Li? Why should I play Fu Li?"
Spah frowned, but then saw the little black tower "whoosh" and gently rise into the air, where a virtual screen appeared.
The screen was densely packed with charts and numbers. Black Tower brandished his hammer, using it as a pointer, cleared his throat, and said:
"These are the data from your battles with the Star Shattering King Insect and Baltan. It can be seen that, apart from the Envoy-level protective power you awakened by relying on the Foundation, your memory energy is also very strong."
The Black Tower paused for a moment. The puppet blinked slightly, confirming that Spa was still listening, gave a cold snort, zoomed in on a certain chart, and continued:
"And here is the memory energy you released when you fought Baltan. Although the energy level is not as high as that of the Commander, in terms of light intensity, it is only slightly inferior."
"So, what makes me qualified to play Fu Li?"
Spah rolled his eyes, clearly not wanting to participate in the Black Tower's experiment.
"Because I developed the simulated universe to study the activities of the Star Gods. You can play as Fuli and collect a lot of data."
Black Tower said.
"That's your problem."
Spall yawned, looking lazy, but inwardly he was getting impatient. He summoned the Ether Panel and started walking away.
But Black Tower had already made its move, pressing its finger on the virtual screen and swiping lightly. Instantly, a ray of azure light flowed out and flew towards Spa.
As the light entered his body, Spah felt his soul tremble and his memories churn, falling into a mysterious state.
He felt that he was no longer himself, but had transformed into a Buddha statue, devoid of emotion, looking down upon everything.
He couldn't even sense a specific time. He saw complete darkness, the universe collapsing into tiny points, and then exploding with a deafening roar.
White light engulfed the darkness, then receded like the tide.
Darkness returned to the world, but now, clusters of nebulae, each a different color, swirled around it. Gradually, the nebulae transformed into stars, and the stars expanded, eventually becoming black holes.
The evolution of the universe unfolds before Spall's eyes. Spall witnesses the rise of the Interstellar Peace Corporation and the two Imperial Wars.
He saw the immortal ship embark on a journey to seek immortality, and he also saw the immortal ship follow the hunting arrows, fighting everywhere.
He saw Ahab sit atop the Tree of Imaginary Numbers, and he saw Archie fall... He saw the history of the universe leap forward like a rolling wheel, never stopping.
But all of this had nothing to do with him.
Spah couldn't even record all of this; he could only gradually forget himself.
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