People are in Star Iron, and the game begins with the unsheathing of Heavenly Fire.

Ron immediately refuted the system's slander.

Seele remained rooted to the spot, and after a while, as if utterly disheartened, she said, "I understand. You may not be that person; you just look a lot like him."

"Such accidental events are indeed possible."

Ron nodded, gradually relaxing, and even began to think about where to go in Belleburg after he had managed to keep it from the other party.

Hmm, maybe we could check out the upper level. I've heard the environment there is much better than the lower level...

Or you could go to the mechanical settlement next to the lower district; it seems to be a gathering place for wanderers, and there are many interesting mechanical creatures there...

While he was pondering this, Seele, looking bewildered, slowly spoke with an expression of utter despair: "In that case, give me back the scythe you gave me."

"A sickle? When should I give it to you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ron's expression suddenly froze.

He quickly realized he had fallen into a trap.

After all, Seele's feigned innocence was so convincing that even Ron was fooled.

Moreover, Ron himself had just gone through that simulation, and the impression of himself in the simulation was still firmly engraved in his subconscious, which he could not forget... Therefore, he almost naturally continued the conversation in the end.

Most importantly, because he had a great psychological trauma from yandere, he was instinctively anxious and wanted to leave this place as soon as possible.

With so many factors at play, Ron never expected that he would fall into such a simple trap!

Sure enough, Seele's current state changed instantly.

The girl maintained her beautiful face, her slender hands were now clenched tightly, and her eyes shone with a more intense light than before as she murmured softly.

"It really is you! You're still alive..."

"Unforgivable, absolutely unforgivable!"

"This time, I need a clear answer!"

Facing Ron, Seele's face twisted into a smile, as if she had found something she had completely lost and was caught up in extreme excitement.

……

Yallo VI, in interstellar space within a light-year radius.

A large army of antimatter forces is advancing along its planned route, eliminating any civilizations it encounters in the process!

"There's actually a planet with civilization in this remote place, and it even happens to have a star core." The Cataclysmic Vanguard [Flame Abyss] let out a cold laugh.

It was not large in size, and its race was not human, but a lava demon. It looked like a moving mass of lava, with a strange one-handed sword stuck in its chest.

That was a scar left on him by the Heavenly Strike General [Feixiao] of the Yaoqing Immortal Ship. Even with the passage of time, the weapon could not be removed from his body.

Fortunately, Lord Xingxiao, the Great Lord of Annihilation, has completely removed the terrifying sword intent contained in this longsword. Presumably, with the passage of time, sooner or later, this weapon will naturally fall off its body.

However, because of that clash with Feixiao, Yan Yuan was left with a deep psychological shadow. As a result, he no longer showed confidence in anything, but became suspicious and cunning to the extreme, and would never fight against a strong person he was no match for.

This also led to it missing the opportunity to become the commander of the First Vanguard Army due to excessive caution, and the younger [Ice Burial] took away the throne of the Star Howl Legion's strongest Cataclysmic Vanguard.

However, Yan Yuan did not regret it, after all, Bing Zang had already paid the price for her arrogance.

The other party was so foolish as to provoke the space station [Black Tower]. Is a space station created by the Envoy of Intelligence something that can be attacked so easily?

If it were Yan Yuan, it would be 100% impossible for it to attack an area that looks dangerous at first glance.

On the contrary, remote star systems like these, places where there are obviously no powerful beings, are its favorites. They are safe and can satisfy its pride, which was once trampled on by powerful beings.

Yan Yuan quickly gave the order to lead his vanguard into the Rift, preparing to attack the planet called Yalilo VI, which was already covered by the star core.

"Hehe, let's begin a pleasant hunt."

As Yan Yuan finished speaking, the scorching magma on his body gradually began to boil.

A powerful vanguard of the antimatter legion, led by the Cataclysm Vanguard, landed on the Yalilo VI, ready to completely destroy all civilizations on this planet!

Chapter 83 How Many Steps Does It Take to Win Over a Yandere? (4K)

The Masked Fools are a group of madmen who believe in the god of "pleasure," or perhaps more accurately, people who seek entertainment.

They wander through the vast universe, with some purpose they themselves do not know, racking their brains in search of true pleasure.

In the eyes of the Star God of Joy, the laws of the universe are magnificent and solemn, but nothing more than cold, lifeless things. Life is as fragile as paper, yet it can give birth to countless variables and bring countless possibilities.

Therefore, the masked fools who follow "pleasure" also take the pursuit of pure pleasure and the ultimate expression of life as their goal.

Fools firmly believe that the truth of the world is merely a joke, and the ultimate meaning of all things lies in simple laughter. The universe is merciless, yet joy can dispel pain, dilute sorrow, resist nihilism, and heal wounds. Laughter is the inherent right of intelligent beings, the only answer.

Therefore, in order to have fun, the masked fools spare no expense and often turn the places they go upside down.

In order to study some extreme aspect of life, they would do something to an almost incomprehensible degree. For example, in order to study extreme pain, they would deliberately create a huge disaster on a certain planet and appreciate the expressions of people before they died in absolute despair.

Or perhaps it's just for amusement, someone impersonating someone in a powerful faction for a long time, only to end up changing the hat of a certain leader to green...

In short, the Masked Fools are a group of people who pursue pleasure without any scruples, acting recklessly and domineeringly. They will never miss any opportunity to have fun.

The gathering place of the masked fools is called the 'World's End' tavern.

Of course, it wasn't a pleasant place.

Countless people gathered together, and amidst the eerie music and inexplicable sounds of pleasure, a normal person would definitely be driven completely insane in that environment.

Only the truly joyful are qualified to become a member of the 'World's End' tavern and successfully don the mask of pleasure, becoming one of the jesters.

"This place is so boring."

In a strange warehouse in the lower district, a blue-haired man in red muttered to himself to a broken old radio, "If I hadn't found out that this was the next stop for the Star Train, I, Sambo, would never have come to suffer in this godforsaken, icy place."

"..."

Strange syllables came from the radio. Although most people couldn't understand their meaning, the blue-haired man who called himself Sambo clearly had a way of understanding them.

He then quickly responded:

"What? You want me to go to Aprilon? What fun can I find in that decadent place? [The more a joy reflects human dignity, the more sophisticated the joy]—that's what's interesting."

"..."

A new voice came from the other end of the radio.

Sambo then spoke up to himself, "Hehe, don't worry about me. Say hello to the brothers and sisters in the tavern for me, and don't forget to tell them to keep an eye on my latest performances!"

"..."

Just as Sambo was about to turn and leave the abandoned warehouse, he suddenly heard some surprising news.

"A Cataclysmic Vanguard is on its way here? When did this happen?"

"..."

"Now? Why didn't you say so earlier?"

"..."

"Alright, alright, I didn't expect the script to be ruined before it even started. What a boring development. Is even the heavens jealous of my talent, old Sambo?"

Sambo sighed in distress, clearly frustrated by the news. If the Cataclysmic Vanguard of the Antimatter Legion were to arrive here, Beloberg's defenses would be 100% unable to withstand it, and it would be destined to become yet another civilization to be completely wiped out by the Vanguard.

"Wait, isn't this an opportunity? The arrival of the Cataclysmic Vanguard will certainly destroy everything, but isn't the destruction itself a kind of pleasure?"

"If one day destruction itself comes to destruction, that would be the most magnificent drama ever! Hehe, hehehehe! Indeed, I, Old Sambo, am a genius! Brothers, look forward to my unparalleled performance!!!"

As he spoke, Sangbo excitedly ran out of the warehouse, looking as if he had won millions in the lottery.

In fact, for the masked fools, obtaining supreme pleasure is far more important than pure wealth!

For the masked fools, only absolute pleasure is the ultimate enjoyment!

Therefore, even if they turn the whole world upside down, they will not hesitate at all, but will instead show the most carefree smile.

As for whether his pleasure would be ruined, Sambo wasn't worried.

The vanguard of the antimatter legion are mostly not very bright, and even if they have some ulterior motives, they can be easily manipulated.

As for Belloberg, this godforsaken place is only inhabited by a bunch of idiots whose brains have been frozen by endless ice and snow. He doesn't believe anyone can see through his plans, much less that anyone can ruin his carefully planned performance!

His new play, Sambo, is destined to become the next hit show at the 'World's End' tavern, and an object of amazement and admiration for countless brothers and sisters!

……

At the pet clinic.

Seele's gaze was fixed on the man in front of her, burning with intense anger.

Why pretend to have amnesia?

Why did you treat me that way in the past?!

—Why did you come back to life after you died?!

A variety of questions intertwined in her mind, causing her to have complex and chaotic thoughts.

Words alone cannot describe her feelings at this moment. Only Seele herself can understand the intense pain, the lingering regret, the despair and resentment.

She maintained her chilling smile, her burning gaze fixed on the man before her, and slowly spoke:

"Doctor, it seems you're doing quite well now."

I need an answer!

Why didn't you even glance at me back then?

"What am I to you?!"

"..."

Ron remained silent.

He first sighed, his thoughts gradually returning to calm after the initial confusion.

Although this wave was supposedly caused by the system, the developments in the simulation were actually choices made by Ron's own subconscious.

That's just the kind of person he is. He doesn't harbor any meaningless feelings for anyone other than himself. Even if the other person clearly shows some kind of persistent emotion towards him, he will still show a detached and indifferent attitude.

This is not for any other reason than a habit he developed during his long journey through time.

After all, during the time he traveled through different worlds, he experienced completely different developments and met different people in each world. He generally didn't stay in each world for very long, at most one or two years, before setting off for the next world.