ALL NOVEL Chapter 30: Chapter 29: I Wonder What Schicksal's Prison Food Is Like.
Fu Lin grinned, "Shall I go first, or would you like to start?"
"Why don't we both go together?" The Herrscher of Sentience said playfully, twirling a strand of hair with a mischievous smile.
"Maybe we shouldn't overdo it—what if Otto can't handle it? Oh, and make sure to seal his consciousness so he can't escape through a mental transfer."
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Fu Lin revealed a wicked smile, kindly reminding Fu Shi, while glancing at the stigmata on the back of his hand "Yae Sakura, remember to set Otto's soulium body's pain perception to the highest level later."
The stigmata flickered slightly, and after receiving Yae Sakura's response, Fu Lin couldn't wait to hit someone.
"Fu Lin, you really thought this through; you're so wicked~" the Herrscher of Sentience gave Fu Lin a thumbs up.
"Keep it low-key, low-key." Otto heard the noise from outside the door, stopped the game he was playing, and opened the door to see Fu Lin and Fu Shi, who were just about to pull the door open, leading to the scene at the beginning of the previous chapter.
"I didn't know you two were... uh!"
Fu Lin exchanged a glance with Otto and the Herrscher of Sentience. Fu Lin casually stuffed a piece of rag into Otto's mouth and then simultaneously extended his fist to punch him in the face.
"You're the one called Otto, right!"
"You're the one who ran into a tree and caused trouble for others, right!"
Otto 'That was done by another me, not me!'
"You're the one who's the Archbishop of Schicksal, right!"
Fu Lin continued to kick Otto in the face without stopping, while the Herrscher of Sentience struck at the man's vital points without relent.
"Ahhh, Ahhh~" Otto watched the two and attempted to shift his consciousness to a spare body and escape, only to realize there was no way to get away, so he had to endure the humiliation until they got tired from beating him.
"Otto, don't blame me! I'm just as heartbroken," Fu Lin said, his mouth nearly stretching to his ears as he kicked harder, completely contradicting his words.
"Stop! Big brothers, I think you're from the Shenzhou, right? Shouldn't you have some sense of reason and virtue? I don't even know who you two are, yet you're ganging up on me like this," Otto trembled as he raised his hand to signal for them to stop, his face filled with grievance.
"Speak reason? Sure! We, the people of the Shenzhou, are the best at reasoning. Do you prefer to be persuaded by reason or ruled by virtue? Or do you want both? Don't worry, we're proficient in all aspects; our skills are top-notch." After saying that, Fu Lin had the Herrscher of Sentience take out a spiked club and a brick with the character for virtue written on it, and they continued their assault.
One hour later...
"Fu Lin, Otto's soulium body is really tough; both my hands are sore from hitting him." The Herrscher of Sentience put away the weapons and twisted her wrist. After finishing with Otto, she instantly felt refreshed; her back no longer hurt, her legs weren't sore anymore, and she felt like she could take on ten Kevin's.
"By general theory, Otto's soulium body is indeed quite hard." Fu Lin grabbed Otto by his face and lifted him up, gradually increasing the pressure. One must admit that the sound of Otto's soulium body's face creaking was truly delightful, lacking the harsh noise of metal grinding together.
After throwing Otto aside onto the ground, he picked up the tea and snacks he had prepared and started eating.
"Hiss! You two really hit hard~." Otto slowly stood up from the ground, feeling the pain radiating through his body, unable to help but gasp in surprise as he moved his battered body, which creaked with every step, toward Fu Lin and the Herrscher of Sentience.
"Just so-so," Fu Lin glanced at Otto and said politely.
"You two didn't come all this way just to beat me up, right? I don't seem to have offended either of you," Otto sat down opposite Fu Lin, staring at the two masked individuals without any recollection of them.
"Sorry~ but we really did come specifically to beat you up," Fu Lin spread his hands, speaking in a cheeky tone.
".....Haha~ you must be joking," Otto was taken aback by Fu Lin's blunt words and forced a laugh.
"Archbishop Otto..... I'm not lying... Or do you want to experience it again?" Fu Lin toyed with the brick in his hand, his eyes filled with anticipation.
"So you two are deliberately looking for trouble?" Otto covered his forehead, speaking as if in disbelief, but he really couldn't believe anyone would dare storm the Schicksal headquarters just to beat him up.
However, looking at the two in front of him who resembled bullies, it felt like his consciousness was locked, and he couldn't escape, let alone notify the Valkyries outside.
"Whoosh~ spit!"
"What? You want us to stay?" Fu Lin took a sip of the wine handed to him by Fu Shi, tilted his head to swish it around, drank a sip and then spat it into the trash can.
"This bottle of red wine is worth millions, a global limited edition..." Otto observed the wine bottle's appearance and Fu Lin's actions, his lips twitching.
"....." Fu Lin and the Herrscher of Sentience exchanged glances, realizing that with just that one sip, they had wasted over a hundred thousand!
They couldn't help but curse inwardly 'spoiled rich kid!'
Having finished beating him up, Fu Lin wanted to make a quick exit to avoid any surprises.
"The mountains remain unchanged, the waters flow long; until we meet again, there will be more days to come," Fu Lin and the Herrscher of Sentience clasped their fists toward Otto, grabbed the bottle of red wine, and turned to jump out the window, leaving Schicksal's headquarters.
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"....They really came to beat me up.... Amber, help me prepare a new soulium body," Otto sighed in relief as he watched the two leave, looking at his damaged soulium body and contacting Amber.
"Okay, Lord Otto."
"..."
"Fu Lin, are we really leaving like this?" The Herrscher of Sentience asked Fu Lin, who was behind her.
"What else can we do? Otto has already gotten his fill of beating; should we stay and eat Schicksal's prison food?" Fu Lin protected the bottle of red wine, sitting cross-legged on the armrest while looking at the Herrscher of Sentience wielding her sword.
The Herrscher of Sentience pondered, "I wonder what Schicksal's prison food is like."
"...." Fu Lin was at a loss for words. How could the Herrscher of Sentience ask such a question, one that could only come from a certain paramecium?
Could it be that the Herrscher of Sentience accidentally connected to the network of the Kaslana family?
The Herrscher of Sentience asked Fu Lin, "Where are we going now?"
"...Let's go back to the hotel first; we still have a prop we haven't used," Fu Lin supported his head, finally recalling the Q&A livestream room they had drawn earlier.
"Oh! I can't wait!" The Herrscher of Sentience took off at full speed toward the hotel, excited just hearing the name of the prop.
"No need to rush like that!" Fu Lin put away the wine and hugged the Herrscher of Sentience's calf, his face already distorted by the wind.
"You have the strength of old antique at its peak; why act weak for no reason? Get it together!" The Herrscher of Sentience slowed down and looked at Fu Lin tugging at her calf, complaining and forgetting that she was wearing a skirt.
Fu Lin began to speak seriously but nonsensically "...You wouldn't understand; male protagonists in novels are always like this, pretending to be weak and then surprising everyone at the critical moment. If you don't believe me, just ask the 'Eminence in Shadow' next door."
"And I'm not pretending to be weak; I just haven't encountered a worthy opponent. Whether it's the simulated Higokumaru or fighting the Herrscher of Domination in the parallel world before, I've always taken them out with one hit, leaving Fu Hua, Bronya, and Kiana dumbfounded at the time." Fu Lin continued to hug Fu Shi calf, thinking about a rebuttal for a moment before proudly saying.
"If I remember correctly, Kiana was nearly unconscious at that time; how could she have seen your brave actions?" The Herrscher of Sentience looked at Fu Lin with a strange expression, instantly exposing the flaw in his statement.
"..." Fu Lin was left speechless and turned his gaze to the clouds nearby.
"Speaking of the simulated Herrscher of Corruption, why do I feel like I've forgotten something?" The Herrscher of Sentience stroked her chin, trying hard to recall what she had forgotten.
Seeing this, Fu Lin shrank her neck and whistled to disrupt the Herrscher of Sentience's train of thought!
"...Well, if it's hard, then fists win. Otto didn't get enough beating earlier; how about we go back and you take over?"