I get stronger by sunbathing, just like Superman.

- 142.

……

A few minutes later,

Spaceship 142 landed somewhere in the city, and Max followed her to an entertainment venue that resembled a bar.

This place is teeming with all sorts of bizarre species, and there are also many races with physiological structures similar to humans.

Their arrival went unnoticed by anyone.

142 casually ordered two drinks at the bar, found a seat by the window, and started drinking before even sitting down.

Max silently labeled 142 a 'female alcoholic' in her mind, and then sat down in the seat opposite her.

As for that glass of wine, putting aside the fact that its color looked a bit off—and I don't know if it's a local specialty—it also contained a fleshy ball covered in tentacles that looked like an eyeball.

When Max stared at it, the eyeball actually moved slightly!

It looks really creepy.

In short, Max hesitated for a long time but didn't dare to reach for the cup.

Seeing this, 142 nodded towards him.

"Aren't you afraid to drink it?"

This is the bar's signature drink; it cost me fifty yuan.

As she spoke, a mocking expression appeared on her face.

Max couldn't stand being looked down upon like that, so he immediately puffed out his chest.

"It's just a glass of wine, isn't it?"

The word "fear" doesn't exist in my dictionary!

Unable to resist in the end, Max picked up his glass and downed it in one gulp after finishing his sentence, even swallowing the big-eyed monster along with it.

"Hiss... the taste is a bit strange, but it's alright..."

He smacked his lips, gave his assessment, and then turned the cup upside down to show he hadn't left a drop.

But he found 142 staring at him with a completely bewildered expression.

"what happened?"

Max touched his chin in confusion. "Is there something on my face?"

"Do not……"

142 shook his head with a strange expression and pointed to the empty cup, saying:

I'll buy you a drink...

I didn't ask you to drink the bartender's drink..."

"What kind of service..."

Max instinctively opened his mouth, but then suddenly remembered the large eyeball in the cup.

His eyes gradually widened.

"Are you kidding me? That thing is a waiter?"

Why didn't you tell me sooner?

fxxk! !

142 shrugged and said sarcastically:

"I thought you knew that the place you came to didn't offer this kind of service?"

"of course not!"

Max snapped angrily, then immediately bent over and started gagging, dry heaving for a long time.

Finally, he spat out the 'waiter'.

The little thing lay motionless in his palm. Max poked it with his finger.

"Hey! Hey! Wake up!"

The waiter remained completely still.

142 rolled his eyes and said:

"No need to poke anymore... This race is very fragile, it's already dead."

Max was stunned for a moment.

At that moment, a bull-headed alien suddenly shouted something. As it passed by 142, the two seemed to know each other and greeted each other.

"Hey! 142, have you seen Poker? That kid was just here a moment ago."

No... I didn't see it.

142 replied without changing his expression, his gaze subtly shifting to the opposite side.

Max quickly put his hands behind his back, pretending to look out the window as if nothing had happened.

"All right…

"I'm definitely docking that kid's pay when he gets back!"

The minotaur walked away cursing.

Max then quietly took out the waiter named 'Pock' again, looking at the corpse with a guilty expression...

then,

He casually tossed it at the feet of people at another table nearby.

142 saw this but remained silent, only giving Max a strange look.

"It's all your fault, what can I do..."

Max touched his nose somewhat awkwardly.

"never mind…"

142 waved his hand, "Anyway, this happens all the time, it's no big deal..."

Max was taken aback. "What do you mean?"

142 then explained,

It turns out that the 'Pok' race's bodily fluids naturally enhance the flavor of drinks, so they are often used by 'unscrupulous' liquor merchants as bartenders.

This race was extremely weak and had no ability to resist.

As a result, it often happens that customers mistakenly eat it...

Upon hearing this, Max felt only sorrow for this race and also gained a deeper understanding of the cruelty of this world.

Such vulnerable creatures are forced to take on these insecure and dangerous jobs.

It's so miserable.

142 people had long been accustomed to this and stopped discussing the topic.

"Alright, let's get down to business."

She beckoned to Max with her finger and whispered:

"I saw how easily you dealt with those scavengers; your fighting ability must be pretty good..."

So, you go and participate in the championship tournament to earn money, and I'll help you find out the coordinates of Earth. We'll split the profits 30/70.

how about it? "

Max didn't agree immediately. Back on the spaceship, 142 had given him a general overview of the championship rules.

Actually, there aren't really any rules...

It's about going up into the ring and fighting your way up. Your opponents are all warriors from different races in various universes. As long as you are the last one standing, you can become the champion!

The champion receives a different treatment; in addition to luxurious accommodations arranged by the Grandmaster, they also receive countless rewards.

And they will also have a place at the top of the arena, worshipped and praised by the inhabitants of the entire planet.

Enjoy unparalleled glory!

Of course, if someone gets injured or dies along the way, then there's nothing more to say.

It will be disposed of as garbage.

This completely inhumane approach also aligns with Max's first impression of the planet.

After careful consideration, Max felt that 142's cooperation proposal was still acceptable.

He was unfamiliar with the area, and he didn't understand most of the alien languages. Trying to find Earth's location on his own would be too inefficient.

It would definitely be much easier to have 142, this 'local,' do it for you.

He thought for a while and said:

"I can participate in the competition, but I can't guarantee whether I'll win or lose..."