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Chapter 432 welcome to the crazy time
There's an anime where the male protagonist's clothes are as fragile as a cicada's wing, and his pants are as hard as cosmic titanium alloy, but even so, that outfit always self-repairs, just like the Phoenix Cloth...

"That's right! That's our thick underwear sex bite!"

“Some might say that the style of wearing thick trousers is outdated, just like his era, inferior and unbearable to look at… But I have never thought so.”

Various enormous, spiked metal accessories; oversized shoulder pads, hand pads, and knee pads; meaningless straps and belts; inexplicable underwear worn on the outside and exposed midriffs... and colorful mohawk hairstyles, coupled with strange, incomprehensible screams, combine to create a unique (and unbearable) style of the end of the century.
Even before the wasteland era arrived, such a trend still swept through the Beidou world, causing Jagi to clutch his head and yell, "The world must have gone mad!"
Unfortunately, he didn't consider that this might be due to his own actions.

To save the world, they used the alchemical device "Tifori City" to unleash a planetary swan song that covered the entire Earth, bringing a brief unification of hearts and minds to all who heard it. Afterward, everyone in the world began to yearn for peace...

Incidentally, even abstract aesthetics were unified in the process.

Indeed, compared to ordinary clothing styles, it is the unique style like the mohawk that can bring a strong impact.

In daily life, most people don't care what they wear, but a small number of mohawkers with unique aesthetics have made their voices heard in the collective consciousness, and their strong desires have naturally overwhelmed the neutral attitude of others.

The collective mental theater of humanity at that time probably went something like this:
"A wasteland theme...? I don't think I've ever tried that before."

"Um...don't you think this is too extreme?"

"We just survived the apocalypse! Could anything be more extreme than this?"

"Yeah, it sounds pretty good..."

"Isn't he incredibly handsome!"

"That's right, this will definitely become a trend in the future!"

"It's decided, I'm going to start shaving my head into a mohawk tomorrow!"

"Great idea, count me in!"

……

Is it crazy or not?
That's crazy!
In just a few seconds, fashion sense around the world was destroyed. Within a few weeks, everyone, regardless of age or gender, was dressed in steampunk style.

Free materials for the end of the century.

Monsters appear endlessly on the RPG map.

In a post-nuclear world, you'll encounter them anywhere, no matter how far you walk.

If the world judged strength by its trendiness, then BeiDou would have already fallen through the Earth's core.

However, this is just a small and insignificant side effect, and if given the choice again, Jagi would still choose to do the same.

It's the end of the century anyway, so even if our brains speed up, it doesn't really matter. People's aesthetic sense will eventually change back...

No, whether it's Toki's martial arts uniform or doctor's uniform, Rao's golden half-body armor, Kenshiro's strongman vest and leather jacket, they're all quite cool. Or the Holy Emperor, the Martyr, or even the robe and rosary worn by Ryuken, they all have their own style and are quite different.

Then why does everyone have to copy him?

Jia Ji would never admit that he was the one who brought out this evil influence.

"But...even a Mohican has the right to turn over a new leaf!"

Accompanied by the sound of clothes fluttering.

Jagi's strong, bulging arms were pointed towards the artificial island in the distance, his eyes seemingly searching for something. Suddenly, he clenched his fist, and a surge of energy rushed wildly outwards.

"I'm going to correct my bad fashion sense! I'll wear better clothes, more fashionable, more stylish, and more chic clothes! And there's only one way to do that—steal! If my own fashion sense isn't good, I'll just steal the good clothes!"

boom!
With a deafening roar, a surge of fierce azure battle energy erupted from Jagi, shooting straight into the sky. His body instantly grew larger, his bones throbbed, his muscles bulged, and he stretched out a meter-long hand, waving it behind him. "Ee-ha!"

With a strange cry, the man of the North Star took the lead and took his first step toward his destination. The entire earth trembled under his incredibly heavy steps, each one comparable to the roar of a war chariot.

"Little ones, follow me!"

Behind him were five enormous, blood-red characters that blotted out the sky, like flamboyant banners, exuding an incomparably domineering aura—

[End of the Century - Evil Party]

Dr. Chan, dressed in a super stylish fitted suit, was tall and thin with handsome features, looking incredibly dashing. At the same time, decades of hardship had added a touch of composure and ruthlessness to his demeanor. If this guy were to become a teacher, he would definitely charm a lot of young girls.

But now he feels depressed and wants to smoke a cigarette. He has a splitting headache and feels even worse than if he had spent the whole night researching and could only eat instant noodles by pouring hot water into his mouth.

Looking at the mountain-like figure ahead, he remained silent for a long time before asking the two girls this question.

"Has he always been like this?"

Speechless…

"This situation is still considered good. If you gave him a modified motorcycle, then it would be completely irreparable."

Shana and Ryuko avoided the sharp gaze, sighing as they tried to pretend they didn't know Jagi, but the truth was undeniable.

As for motorcycles, the family still had them, but they were all destroyed due to the attack by the needle-eye and the aftermath of the subsequent battle.

Otherwise, they would have been fortunate enough to see real motorcycle warriors make their appearance.

"Let's go, don't let us get too far behind."

"Let's go see what his plans are..."

Shana didn't want to come, after all, she had things to do in her own world and couldn't stay here indefinitely.

But Jagi stopped her and made her come along, saying there was something good that could make her more powerful.

The three "little ones" who had fallen looked at each other and saw the same weariness in their different colored pupils, but what could they do?

They couldn't stop the guy who was going to do what he wanted.

"...Once I get stronger, I'll definitely beat him to a hundred times over."

Ryuko said through gritted teeth.

"At least two hundred times."

Shana is the same.

"I just hope it doesn't get too out of hand..."

The mature and composed Alastor seemed to have regained his confidence, he reassured him.

"Isn't it pretty good?"

This time, it was the divine robes and fresh blood that spoke.
"Ryuko, let's go see what's so special about this place called 'Honno City'!"

(End of this chapter)