After being fired from the diamond squid, I became a sea patrol ranger.

Pera paused slightly, shifting her gaze from the desk to Ling Ke, a hint of worry creeping into her eyes.

"Ah."

Seeing Pera's gaze, Lingke felt a sweet warmth in her heart.

However, knowing the situation was urgent, she didn't waste any words, nodded, took a deep breath, and began her narration.

From encountering Spa to meeting the afterimage of Vach; from being trapped in the Sea of ​​Memories to escaping to the Goethe Hotel... Ling recounted everything she had experienced without reservation.

In fact, to increase credibility, she didn't even omit details like her inner thoughts.

Pera is a realist... To convince her and get her to send troops, you have to describe everything in great detail.

Lingke muttered to herself, shifting her gaze to see Pera nod and a slight smile playing on her lips.

It seems... she believed it.

"A good story; it can be material for my novel."

Pera pushed up his glasses and said.

"Everything I said is true!"

Ling Ke frowned slightly and stretched her head in front of Pera.

"I believe in science, not the supernatural, and I certainly don't expect any extraterrestrials. To protect Belleburg, we must look to where we are!"

"Can……"

Ling hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.

She understood Pera's stubbornness, sighed softly, rolled her eyes, reached into her pocket, and pulled out something that looked like a button.

pat!

Lingke threw that thing on the table.

"This is……"

Pera took a closer look and discovered that the object was not a button; it had a crystal screen on its surface and looked like a camera.

"Even if I'm traversing mountains and valleys, chasing after demise-causing organisms, I can still record footage with this button camera," Ling Ke said.

"I'm an intelligence officer, I don't need you to teach me."

Pera adjusted his glasses, grabbed the camera, and immediately connected it to the computer. After a few operations, a series of videos flashed across the screen.

Click!

Pera randomly clicked on a video, and the roars of the shattering creatures filled her ears.

She saw a scientist in white undergo a transformation, becoming a Wanderer of the Deep Cold, and scattering ice needles with a whooshing sound.

Even through the screen, Pera could still feel the oppressive atmosphere of the scene.

She couldn't help but recall that last week, the entire Iron Guard squad encountered the Deep Freeze Wanderers, but only two of them survived.

"You... encountered a Wanderer? You weren't hurt, were you?"

Pera turned her head, her tone urgent, her gaze sweeping from Ling Ke's head to her feet.

"Continue watching the video."

Lingke's voice was cold. Pera turned around sullenly, her gaze focusing on the screen, and saw Spa's figure before darting out.

So handsome...

Spahic's appearance immediately caught Pera's eye.

That fair skin, and that perfectly proportioned body… In the entire Belleburg, even Jeppard doesn't have that kind of looks.

Pera assessed the situation, her heart clenching. In the face of the Wanderers, Spa was like a vase, fragile and easily broken.

She saw Spa rush into the Wanderer's arms, raise his fist, and smash it into its body.

Click!

The wanderer shattered instantly like glass, turning into blue specks of light that dissipated into the air.

"Ah this..."

Pera was dumbfounded. With her more than twenty years of experience, she could never have imagined that someone could eliminate the Deep Freeze Wanderer with just one punch.

Oh! There are such people, but they only appear in her science fiction novel, "Children of Krypton".

Could it be that the extraterrestrials weren't just a hoax?

Pera's lips parted slightly, remaining closed for a long time. She turned to look at Ling Ke, only to find that Ling Ke had no expression on her face and was simply clicking the mouse.

Click!

The picture changed again.

One by one, real hibernating insects emerged from the ice, transforming into a blue vortex that swept towards the camera.

Although she had never seen a swarm of insects before, Pella, through her years of military experience, judged that each one on the other side was no weaker than a Rift creature.

Considering the sheer number, even if the entire Cloud Cavalry force were mobilized, they would be reduced to piles of bones before the insect swarm.

Not even bones were left.

I'm afraid... only Kryptonians could survive.

As Pera pondered this, she saw sparks fly on the screen, and golden light, like ocean waves, devoured the orange flames.

As all the light faded, the originally dark, overlapping shadows vanished instantly, turning into wisps of dust.

"what……"

Pera was stunned. He stared at the camera for a long time, blinked, but showed no emotion as he watched the rest of the video.

She just sat there, pointing a finger at the frame of her glasses, remaining silent and not uttering a word.

The air was deathly silent.

Ling didn't say anything.

She understood very well that her friend would often freeze up when faced with unfamiliar situations, needing a while to make a decision.

However, once Pera makes a decision, he generally doesn't go wrong.

“Lin Ke…Is the problem with the Goethe Hotel something that even those extraterrestrials find troublesome?” Pera finally asked.

“If we let this go unchecked, and the problems at the Goethe Hotel finally come to a head, there won’t be any outsiders to help us.”

Ling Ke asked Pera in a firm tone.

"..."

Pera didn't say anything, but simply stood up, walked to the landline, and dialed the number to the military district.

……

Meanwhile, in the ocean of memories...

Spah sniffed the air, inhaling the layers of wine aroma, while the laughter of the drinkers rained down on his ears.

Spall ignored all of that; all he could see was the fool's retreating figure.

He trod on the blood-red floor, step by step, until he was five meters away from the Fool, when he pulled out his charged gun and pulled the trigger.

The fool did not react.

Snapped!

Suddenly, a hand landed on Spa's shoulder.

Chapter 58 An Invitation from Goethe

In an instant, Spah's hair stood on end.

He turned his head and caught a glimpse of a man of medium height with fiery red hair, like burning flames.

What bothered Spall even more was that the man's gaze was fixed on him like that of an eagle.

"Come on, have a drink, outsider."

The man leaned closer to Spa, smiled, revealing yellowed teeth, and snapped his fingers toward the bar.

Wow!

The bottle slid over.

The man took out two glasses, grabbed the bottles, and just as he raised them, Spah pressed down on his wrist.

"Shouldn't you introduce yourself before inviting someone for drinks?"

Spall frowned, grabbed his glass, and looked past the man's shoulder at the Fool behind him.

He saw that the Fool was drinking by himself, ignoring the commotion.

“My name is Jack, and I used to be a writer,” the man said.

"My name is Scott, and I am a lone wolf."

Spall muttered to himself, grabbed the bottle, gulped down the liquor, and glanced coldly at Jack.

Jack was surprised.

He knew that if it were an ordinary person, they would have already fainted and been at the mercy of others after drinking this bottle of wine full of memory essence.

Kospata, after finishing his drink, acted as if nothing had happened, wiping his lips and shaking the bottle, hinting for a refill.

This guy... has an absurdly strong foundation in memory.

So, haha! We want it even more now!

Jack licked his lips, raised his glass, his lips curving into a wide smile, revealing his yellow teeth, and said:

"Goethe Hotel, you are always welcome. Here, we can be happy forever, free from worldly worries."

"Oh? There can't be no cost, can there?"

Spare toyed with the bottle, looking at Jack with interest.

Although he wasn't defeated by the memory, he had drunk too much, his head was slightly dizzy, and he was quite drunk, so he was in a playful mood.

Let me see what tricks you have up your sleeve.

“The price isn’t complicated. You just need to protect the Goethe Hotel and prevent outsiders from damaging it,” Jack said.

"You mean I should go and kill all the guests who are still staying at the hotel?" Spah asked.

"How clever! You grasped the meaning immediately. It took me quite a bit of effort back then..."

"Nonsense! Your lines have such a Shining vibe."

Spare rubbed his forehead, and fueled by alcohol, began banging his fist on the table repeatedly. His gaze swept over Jack, then suddenly turned cold.

"Regarding your proposal, I would like to decline..."

Before he could finish speaking, Spah heard a clanging sound, turned his head slightly, and saw all the patrons in the room stand up.

The drinkers strode toward Spa, and soon surrounded him.

"I'm sorry, you're very strong. I have no choice but to take some particularly tough measures."

Jack's voice was icy, and his pupils flashed red.

"I understand, I understand."

Spall chuckled, yawned, and completely ignored the memes, instead walking past them to observe the Fool's reaction.

Unlike before, the Fool finally made a move, standing up, a slight smile playing on his lips, and making a shooting gesture with his fingers.

"!"

The fool makes mouth shapes.

It seems... the meme's riots are inextricably linked to the Fool.

Is he trying to get back at me?

Since that's the case, I don't need to hold back... I'll just go all out against him now! Charge out!

Anyway, my strength has mostly recovered.

Thinking of this, Spall narrowed his eyes, glanced at the humanoid memes, and said with a cold smile: