The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 1115 A new look

Liu Sheng certainly knew who Wen Weilan was asking about.

"She... is fine."

She carefully considered her words before speaking.

Zhang Lan's current appearance may or may not be considered good, but she is certainly very strong.

"If you wish, you can meet in Heaven."

"no need."

"It's good that she can live a carefree and happy life like this. All these years by my father's side... I've been too stifled. We don't have any feelings for each other. It's better for her to go as far away as possible and live for herself."

Wen Weilan lowered her head.

The location is perfect.

Liu Sheng reached out and touched her hair.

"I'm fine." Wen Weilan raised her head and smiled faintly, then smoothly changed the subject, "So... how are things now?"

"The group's senior management is on their way to negotiate with us."

"Aren't you worried that the Kovin Group might bring other 'unknowns' along?"

“No, it won’t happen.” Liu Sheng shook his head. “If there are other ‘unknowns,’ the Kovien family will not be kicked out of the ranks of nobles. If they were to ask other nobles for help… they would only be more worried about other families taking advantage of their misfortune and trying to get a share of the spoils.”

"The Coveyne family is confident that they have the leverage to persuade us 'natives,' but they probably don't have that confidence when it comes to other families."

“That’s true.” Wen Weilan nodded slightly. “But I guess the reason you’re willing to negotiate is because the other party has something you want.”

"how do you know?"

"Otherwise, why would you agree to negotiations? These scavengers have harmed our people before, which is normally unforgivable."

"As expected of Miss Wen, she sees things very clearly."

"Alright, stop teasing me." Wen Weilan glanced at him sideways. "But I'm curious, it sounds like the situation on that cruiser is terrible, and the technology isn't as advanced as I imagined. What could we possibly need?"

"I only have a guess, it hasn't been confirmed yet, we need to talk to them to know."

"Okay, I'll wait for your message."

After Wen Weilan finished speaking, he raised his hand and five destroyers pressed in.

In the end, Liu Sheng launched a counterattack with the destroyers he had already laid in ambush, forming an encirclement.

Finally, he used a doomsday beam to completely destroy Wen Weilan's cruiser.

Wen Weilan's usually cool and aloof face momentarily lost its focus.

He then frowned and quickly started another game of [Void Battle].

At first, Liu Sheng wanted to give way and chose to close 57.05% of the threads.

But Wen Weilan forbade it, saying that she should not look down on her.

However, after several rounds, Wen Weilan's ships were still quickly reduced to low health, and the battle became one-sided.

Liu Sheng noticed that although her expression remained unchanged, her lips were becoming increasingly pursed, and the light in her eyes was growing brighter, clearly indicating that she was taking it seriously. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

After subtly letting the opponent win a round, both sides ended up with only cruisers left to bombard each other, and Liu Sheng narrowly won with a slight advantage in health.

Wen Weilan let out a soft sigh.

A slight smile finally appeared on his lips.

Just then, Liu Ruhai's telepathic message arrived.

"Alright, have you guys had enough fun? Dinner's ready, come to the flower hall."

Wen Weilan immediately agreed and dropped the handle.

He pulled Liu Sheng towards the flower hall.

There was a round table in the hall, surrounded by a circle of stools.

Ling Youlian was already seated, with a potted plant on a stool next to her. The flowers on the plant were quite varied. When she saw Liu Sheng appear, she danced and jumped around excitedly.

Wen Weilan's eyebrows twitched.

I know who this is.

He sat calmly between the flowers and the willow branches.

The flower was clearly unhappy; its thorns stood up, and it nudged its branches toward her, as if in protest.

But soon, Hua'er's attention was drawn to the dishes that were served one after another.

Wen Weilan is also one of them.

His carefully controlled expression finally crumbled.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally spoke:
"Uncle, did you... make this?"

"Yeah, what's wrong? Isn't it unique? Haven't you ever seen one before?"

Liu Ruhai wiped his hands with his apron, his face crinkling with laughter.

Wen Weilan's lips twitched, as if she wanted to say something but stopped herself.

Indeed... I've never seen it before.

First up is a dish of stir-fried fish balls with cherry juice.

The meatballs were pure white, with bright red juice, and a jet-black bead was embedded in the center.

Liu Ruhai explained proudly that the core was made by mixing squid minced into a paste with its ink, which he said was to add a chewy texture to the soft and tender texture.

But these meatballs, floating and sinking amidst the bright red and black and white, are truly chilling to look at.

There's also a dish of steamed scallops with bracken.

The shell was tightly closed, but dense green tentacles stretched out from the gaps—it turned out to be bracken fern, steamed until translucent, and coated with a layer of chili, as if bloodstained tentacles were struggling out of the crevices.

Wen Weilan glanced at it and fell silent.

Liu Sheng couldn't help but poke at the scallop shell and ask a question:
"Would it be better if we didn't close it?"

When you pry it open with chopsticks, the red oil inside surges, and the scallop meat and bracken intertwine, forming a picture of interconnected internal organs.

Liu Ruhai was still smiling: "How about it, are you surprised?"

"……surprise."

As soon as Liu Sheng poked the curved ferns with her chopsticks, the little tentacles trembled and scratched at her heart, as if forbidding Liu Sheng from eating the dish.

"And your favorite braised pig's trotters."

The tender, boiled pig's trotters soaked in the milky white broth, emitting a fragrant aroma. At first glance, they looked similar to what I usually eat, except that there seemed to be something inside the pig's trotters, constantly contracting and expanding, as if they were alive.

Liu Sheng looked at Liu Ruhai.

The latter had been waiting for praise.

"I replaced the pork bones with edible materials inside, and they're engraved with array patterns developed by your mother. With just one bite, they'll explode into fireworks in your mouth!"

These words made Liu Sheng silently put down his chopsticks.

"You're not talking about real fireworks, are you?"

“Of course not,” Liu Ruhai said with great enthusiasm. “It’s actually just broken down into pure tendons and collagen, and it can even dance on the tongue and bloom – that’s what makes it called ‘hoof flower’!”

"Have a taste! Wei Lan, don't be shy!"

"Hmm...of course, Sheng Sheng should go first. Isn't this her favorite dish?"

So, Wen Weilan expressionlessly served Liu Sheng a bowl of bubbling, almost bursting pig's trotters.

Sensing the resentful look in Liu Sheng's eyes, she telepathically communicated:

"Consider it a thank you for letting me win a game earlier."

"That's called repaying kindness with enmity!"

Liu Ruhai, however, was completely oblivious to their subtle emotions and continued his introduction with great enthusiasm.

others……

There's also a pig's face bubbling in a purplish-red soup, symbolizing "having a head and a reputation"; a bunch of tiny fish heads stuck on a flatbread, gazing upwards with their mouths slightly open, supposedly a "prayer while cooking fish"...

Finally, the grand finale was a bulging sheep tripe, which, when cut open, revealed glistening, slippery sandworms, oozing bright red chili oil. Some poems were even written on the worms in ink.

"Hey, this dish is called 'A belly full of poetry and books,' and they say the inspiration came from my daughter, Liu Sanyuan."

Liu Ruhai looked proud.

"...Who are they?" Liu Sheng asked.

You've heard of Cangshuijian, right?

Of course I've heard of it. Wen Weilan even invited Liu Sheng to eat there.

"Weren't the chefs there laid off? I figured Guangfeng Restaurant was short-staffed, so I hired them."

Liu Ruhai spoke with great enthusiasm.

"We've developed some new dishes together, so you can try them out first."

“This…” Liu Sheng and Wen Weilan exchanged a glance, hesitating to speak.

Is he really the master from Cangshuijian?

Why... is the art style so different?
……

Liu Sheng is enjoying the long-lost warmth of family life in the human world.

Meanwhile, on the edge of the distant Fetal God Remains Nebula, the massive Kovion hovered silently, awaiting the arrival of guests from the Spectral Star.

The Covin Group also possesses jump technology.

So, just five days after Commander Yoda Miller of the USS Covey sent the message back to headquarters, a small frigate jumped over and came into the USS Covey's view.

Immediately, a beam of light accurately pulled it into the docking bay.

The hatch opened, and a woman and a man walked out one after the other.

The woman's glossy brown hair gleamed coldly under the light, her features were strong and exuded a heroic air, and she looked to be no more than forty years old. She wore a silk shirt and slim-fitting trousers, and her every move exuded authority.

This is Helena Covin, the current president of the Covin Group.

The man following behind looked to be under thirty years old. His entire body was covered in different shades of gray, as if he had lost his color. Upon closer inspection, it was revealed that he was composed of countless particles, without any physical form, like a digital ghost.

This person is Oser von, the Chief Technology Officer of the Covin Group, who has completed a semi-digital life form transformation, which is why he looks the way he does now.

As soon as he landed, Ozer sensed something, the particles on his body flickered, and his face became even paler.

"I can no longer access the mainframe of the Covin..."

Helena's expression hardened.

"Even using permissions doesn't work?"

"No, they've set up a quantum firewall; I can't just break through it."

Helena frowned: "I didn't expect these people, cough cough, to have this kind of technology. No wonder they were able to hijack our ships..."

Just then, a tall figure walked towards them.

"Welcome aboard the Coveyne."

Yoda!

Helena was naturally delighted to see an acquaintance.

This towering man was none other than Yoda Miller—commander of the USS Coveyne.

A team of strategic scavengers followed behind them.

The two exchanged a silent glance, a question simultaneously rising in their minds—

Wasn't it said that the Coveyne was hijacked? I thought I would see everyone being imprisoned and tortured.

Surprisingly... they weren't imprisoned at all!
Moreover, he was clean and tidy, and even his expression was completely renewed. Unlike before when he had been drugged with "Echoes" and looked smoky, he was like a completely different person.

Could it be a more advanced form of mind manipulation?
Yoda, seeing their confusion, took the initiative to explain:
"The commander said that since you are new here, it would be better if you were received by someone you know."

His tone was surprisingly respectful, a stark contrast to his previous arrogant and unruly demeanor.

Helena frowned.

Ozer sneered: "Commander?"

"Yes, I will take you to see her now."

"But please hand over all your weapons and equipment before that."

Helena frowned but didn't speak.

Ozer, growing impatient, spoke up: "Yoda, what do you mean! Helena is the true owner of the Coveyne! What right do you have to demand—"

Yoda remained calm: "I'm sorry, the Coveyon now belongs to the current commander, and I'm just following orders."

"Also, Mr. Feng, please wear this. It limits your data language skills."

He took out a silver ring that looked like a handcuff, with complex data patterns appearing on its surface.

Ozer was now completely enraged.

"Don't even think about it!"

For him, this meant restricting his five senses, which meant that all his senses would be controlled by others, so of course he didn't want to.

Yoda, however, was adamant: "I'm sorry, this isn't a discussion, it's a demand."

"I don't care about any of that!"

Ozer roared.

The particles on his body shimmered, and a booming sound filled the air.

Instantly, the surrounding circuits were disrupted, the lights flickered, and even the gravity system was affected, with the pull on the ground sometimes appearing and sometimes disappearing.

The scavenger squad opposite them panicked for a moment when they appeared.

Because the equipment on my body was also activated uncontrollably.

If this continues, it's possible that bullets will hit you or the energy box will explode.

Helena did not stop her.

She also wanted to see how the other party would respond.

Unexpectedly, the disturbance had barely begun when everything settled down in the next second. The lights were restored, the power was turned off, and the feet that had almost floated away were firmly planted on the ground.

The outline of Ozer, which was about to separate, was enveloped by a circle full of strange characters that rose from beneath his feet, freezing the moment of separation.

"Damn it! Let me go!"

"Damn it... let... me go..."

The two silhouettes of Oze spoke simultaneously.

The new one is still a bit delayed.

"There's no other way, please cooperate."

Yoda spoke in a neither humble nor arrogant tone, then looked at Helena.

Helena understood.

Ozer was already a strategic-level figure, and also had an influence level of S, one level higher than her, yet she was taken down in a single encounter. The power behind the other party was indeed not to be underestimated.

"Oze".

So she gently reminded her.

Ozer struggled, his face showing resentment, but in the end he did not resist and let the silver ring catch his particle outline.

Meanwhile, two female scavengers approached Helena and searched her body, finding firearms, knives, shock grenades, protective gear, and so on. They also put a silver ring on her, though the runes were slightly different.

"Let's go."

"I'll take you to see the commander now."

Yoda turned and led the way.

Helena followed, while Ozer floated awkwardly behind in a silhouette that seemed to intertwine with hers. A group of scavengers brought up the rear, appearing to be escorting and guarding the group.

The group passed through the berthing bay and then turned into a side passage leading to the lower living area.

Helena raised an eyebrow: "Isn't there a passage that leads directly to the upper level?"

“Our commander is not currently working in the upper levels,” Yoda replied respectfully.

Helena and Ozer exchanged a glance—

They've even changed their tune to "we."

When did the once arrogant Yoda bow down to anyone like this? What methods did those invaders use to subdue him?
Just as they were wondering what was going on, the hatch to the lower living area opened, and the two of them were almost speechless with astonishment.

Is this... still the lower living quarters of the Coveyne?

It's important to know that Helena wasn't the kind of person who would simply leave things to her; she had personally inspected the area several times, so she was well aware of how chaotic and bloody it had once been.

But she ignored it.

This is how the lower classes survive, and it's the same on the planet Banlan. Why should she get involved? Completing her scavenging mission is enough; she's not doing charity work.

Moreover, they are easier to control in that state, and a little favor can make them wholeheartedly serve the group.

Yoda also rose through the ranks from the bottom in the same way.

However, now, just as Yoda is no longer loyal, the lower-class living quarters are no longer filthy and chaotic.

Everywhere was bright and clean, the air was fresh, and the cabin walls were so clean that you could see your reflection. The walking corpses that used to be everywhere, indulging in the "echoes," were nowhere to be seen.

“What about those… scavengers?” Helena asked.

Was he killed?
This must be the truth, right?

He crushed these scavengers with cold-blooded and brutal methods, forcing them to obey, and even Yoda had to submit.

As they made their malicious speculations, a cold smile crept across their faces.

But to his surprise, Yoda turned around and smiled:
"Oh, everyone's working."