Wanjie Hotel: Iron Man is not allowed to charge

Chapter 136 The Third Uncle's Treasure Has Been Found (7K views, please vote)
Qinghou curiously floated over to Bulma's side, glanced at the data on the combat power detector, and was stunned.

"0?"

Everyone was stunned when they heard Qinghou's words: "How much?"

"Young lady, is this thing of yours defective?"

Tony couldn't help but mock him, and Bulma glared at him: "How could it be a defective product? Even your tattered armor can detect it, there's absolutely no problem with it."

If there's any problem, it's that Qinghou's energy fluctuations are outside the detector's scanning range. It seems I need to upgrade it again.

Qinghou nodded and said, "My body is special. In the eyes of the detector, I am just a program."

Bulma shook her head: "Everything has energy fluctuations, even programs. If it can't be detected, it means the frequency band is wrong, or the accuracy is not high enough. I'll adjust it again."

Tony opened his mouth as if to say something more, but he didn't know what to say. After all, Bulma's spirit of research was exactly what researchers possessed, and even he himself felt that it was too much to be sarcastic.

Just then, Qinghou said again, "Bulma, after you've adjusted this combat power detector, could you sell me one? I think I can devour it and integrate it into my body, which should allow me to increase my evolution level."

And your reactor, once it's finished, could you sell me a Devourer?
You can grow stronger through cultivation, but my path to growth is much more difficult.

"Of course, Wen Ming said that this detector and reactor will be sold in the Metaverse Store in the future."

I think once you've crafted the Somersault Cloud, you should just devour it; that way you'll grow much faster.

Bulma rushed back to the lab with the combat power detector. She was very dissatisfied with this version and wanted to upgrade to version 2.0.

Electronic program?

I also need to measure the energy in your breath.

……

Bulma arrived and left in a flurry, and Tony, also intrigued, followed her to the research lab on the second basement floor, ready to participate in the research on the Flying Cloud.

Wen Ming then went to the activity room, where a corpse was placed.

The body had been dead for an unknown amount of time; it was dry and brittle, as if all moisture had been drained from it, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a mummy.

"Is this the corpse?"

Qinghou floated in mid-air, constantly studying the mummified body: "Yes, Lilith uses her descendants to send signals outward. This method is so ingenious that it cleverly bypasses the rules."

However, apart from that coded message, there was nothing else on the mummified corpse.

Wen Ming nodded and said, "No need to study it anymore. Give it to Goku and throw it into the Dragon Ball world to feed the dinosaurs. You need to focus on studying all the talismans in that cursed book, comparing them with all the symbols that appear in Supernatural, and finding all the backdoors that Lilith has hidden."

"Okay, boss."

Qinghou threw out the all-purpose capsule to collect the mummified corpse, then walked towards the door.
As she reached the door, she suddenly turned to Wen Ming and said, "Boss, I have nowhere to make money. Those combat power detectors and somersault clouds are so expensive..."

"It's okay, I'll take care of you!"

Wen Ming waved his hand generously.

Qinghou immediately flashed a bright smile: "Boss, you're such a good person! I'll be your doorman for life."

Seeing the electromechanical girl leave, Wen Ming took out the brass key from his waist.

Ever since being frightened by the Nine Dragons Carrying the Coffin, Wen Ming has not explored the remaining rooms.

Everyone was busy with their own things today, and Wen Ming, who had nothing to do, decided to muster up the courage to explore the remaining rooms that he hadn't finished looking at before.

As soon as he stepped out of the activity room, he saw Wang Xi peeking nervously out of the assistant's office. Wen Ming looked at her with some confusion: "Wang Xi, what are you looking at?"

"Ah? No, it's nothing, I..."

Wang Xi looked flustered, her face flushed, and she finally couldn't help but say, "Dong Rui and Li Yang want to come to the hotel to see me, saying they want to see my work environment."

"Dong Rui and Li Yang?"

Wen Ming frowned as he thought of his two high school classmates: "Didn't you lose contact with them?"

“They found out I work here through other classmates, and, moreover, they’ve already booked a room for tonight.”

Wang Xi was afraid that Wen Ming would misunderstand something, so she quickly shook her head and explained, "I didn't know before. They only sent me a message after they booked the room to say that they had already checked in at the hotel."

"Then you'd better be careful."

Since others paid to stay at the hotel, Wen Ming couldn't very well kick them out. He could only offer a reminder. Wang Xi walked up to Wen Ming, raising her innocent face, which was full of nervousness and hope: "Boss, can you come with me? I'm afraid those two will hurt me again."

Wen Ming was speechless.

Are you afraid they'll harm you, so you can't avoid seeing them?

However, seeing Wang Xi's pitiful appearance, Wen Ming hesitated for a moment before finally saying, "Just this once."

"Thank you, thank you so much, boss!"

Wang Xi breathed a huge sigh of relief when she heard Wen Ming agree. She hugged Wen Ming's arm with both hands and cheered with joy.

At that moment, she was like a little lark, suddenly breaking free from the constraints of her cage, and her whole being became radiant.

A pair of breasts unknowingly crashed against Wen Ming's firm muscles, and a faint fragrance lingered around Wen Ming's nose at this moment.

This adoring attitude of a young girl made Wen Ming lose his composure.

Wang Xi seemed to realize that her movements were a bit too much. Her face flushed, she lowered her head and rushed back to her office, saying, "I'm going to get back to work."

Wen Ming watched Wang Xi's retreating figure, which resembled a startled deer, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

Clutching the string of keys stained with verdigris, Wen Ming turned and walked toward the room opposite the Taoist temple.

When the key is inserted into the lock, it makes a dull "click" sound, as if a secret that has been sealed for many years has finally been awakened.

The moment he pushed open the door, his pupils suddenly contracted—golden light surged in like a tide, almost blinding him.

The entire room seemed to be cast in gold, with three Buddha statues standing majestically on a golden altar: Shakyamuni Buddha with lowered eyes, Dipankara Buddha solemn and serene, and Maitreya Buddha smiling down at all beings.

Their golden statues, though weathered by time, remain radiant, as if even the air itself is bathed in a sacred glow.

Before the altar, the incense burner and two golden candlesticks sat quietly, while the offerings on the three offering plates had long since rotted and turned black, emitting a faint musty smell.

"Is this... a golden statue of Buddha?"

Wen Ming murmured softly, his fingertips gently tracing the edge of the golden altar, the touch cool and smooth.

First it was a Taoist temple and a church, and now it's a Buddhist temple.

The old man's faith is truly "shared equally with everyone".

But the problem is... where is the treasure?

Wen Ming skillfully replaced the golden offering plate with fresh fruit, lit nine incense sticks, and as the smoke curled up, he clasped his hands together and whispered, "Buddha above, please forgive me."

After the incense burned out, he carefully examined every inch of the three Buddha statues—the lotus pedestal, the Buddha's hand, and even the folds and gaps in the robes of the golden body.

However, there was nothing there except for the cold touch.

It was expected, yet there was a lingering sense of unease.

"It seems that the Buddhist temple is not the answer either."

He sighed and turned his gaze towards the next room.

Let's go to the next room then.

The door to the room next to the Buddhist hall was slowly pushed open, and a bone-chilling cold surged in like a tide, instantly turning Wenming's breath into white mist.

His pupils contracted slightly—this was not the cold of ordinary physical temperature, but a chilling aura that could freeze the soul. What was even more bizarre was that this chill was mixed with several completely different cold wills, as if countless eyes were staring at him in the darkness.

The scene at the end of the room made Wen Ming tense up.

A two-person-high, dark blue ice slab stood in the shadows, its surface swirling with eerie dark patterns, as if sealing away some indescribable existence.

Before the ice was a grotesque throne forged from thousands of rusted swords, its twisted metal spikes and horns resembling frozen black thorns, glowing a dark red like blood rust in the dim light.

"The Iron Throne?!"

"This...this is the Iron Throne from Game of Thrones?"

Wen Ming's Adam's apple bobbed, his face full of surprise.

This iconic creation from Game of Thrones is chillingly real at this moment; the bloodstains on the blade seem to still be dripping, and the air seems to be filled with the smell of rust and decay.

The image of the Iron Throne is so iconic that Wen Ming recognized it at a glance.

"Has the Third Uncle already conquered the Game of Thrones universe?"

He turned to look around and noticed eight chairs of very different styles arranged in a fan shape on either side of the throne:
A bone-white throne inlaid with skulls, its empty eye sockets seemingly burning with eerie green flames;

A judgment chair bound with bronze chains, the chains still bearing traces of dried blood;
An illusory throne inlaid with dark amethyst, within which stars seem to flow;
A pure white, flawless angel throne, but its wing-shaped armrests are covered with cracks;

……

Nine thrones, nine imperial wills.

Although Wen Ming couldn't tell which movie universe the other eight chairs came from, he could clearly feel that each chair contained a powerful spiritual imprint—the lingering will of countless fallen kings, and the murderous aura accumulated over thousands of years pressed down on him like a tidal wave.

The suffocating pressure and bone-chilling cold seemed to want to drive Wen Ming out of the room.

He involuntarily took a step back.

The nine emperor-like wills seemed to awaken suddenly at this moment, and seemed to be unconsciously radiating a powerful pressure.

Those kings who have fallen in the long river of history are now unleashing the murderous aura accumulated over thousands of years through the nine thrones.

Wen Ming's temples throbbed, his knees trembled uncontrollably, and he seemed to hear the whispers of countless dead souls, which coalesced into a deafening roar: "Kneel—"

"You want me to kneel? No way!"

Wen Ming's powerful mental energy suddenly erupted. He took a step forward to meet the chilling aura, then returned to his original position.

"This is my hotel!"

An indomitable will gleamed in Wen Ming's eyes.

A few days ago, he certainly wouldn't have dared to face this powerful chill, but after two consecutive mental enhancements, plus the baptism of blood and fire last night, he was no longer as weak as he was when facing the Nine Dragons Carrying the Coffin a few days ago.

The chill and the fighting spirit clashed fiercely, causing Wen Ming's clothes to flutter even without wind, but the frost quickly subsided.

The chill receded as quickly as the tide after sensing Wen Ming's strong will.

The temperature in the entire room quickly returned to normal.

Everything felt like a dream.

"what's the situation?"

Wen Ming was a little confused.

It feels like a paper tiger, easily broken.

Wen Ming stepped into the room, touching the nine thrones one by one with his right hand. His fingertips felt the cool touch on them, and he seemed to hear the sound of metal clanging. The traces of time and war seemed to tell the story of their past glory and decline.

Each throne holds a piece of history spanning millennia.

There was no treasure, however.

Wen Ming gazed at the Iron Throne, muttering to himself, "If there really is a treasure, this Iron Throne and these eight thrones should be considered part of it."

The problem is, if it's shown to the outside world, people will definitely think it's just a movie prop.

At most, it's a fairly high-quality replica of a movie prop.

Wen Ming sighed, walked past the Iron Throne, and reached out to touch the ice behind it. The bone-chilling cold made even his body, which had been strengthened many times, shiver involuntarily.

"This can be considered a treasure trove..."

Wen Ming muttered to himself as he carefully examined the piece of ice, unable to determine what it was made of.

It stood there, without a trace of coldness emanating from it, nor any sign of melting. If you didn't reach out and touch it, you wouldn't feel its chill at all.

On either side of the ice throne are two dragon statues, coldly watching the ice and the Iron Throne, their mouths seemingly ready to spew out red lava at any moment.

"The Iron Throne is here, and so is the dragon statue."

Wen Ming narrowed his eyes. "What about Daenerys Targaryen?"

Then, another question came to his mind:
If Daenerys Targaryen and Sarah Connor meet, what magical things might happen?

Filled with doubt, Wen Ming walked toward the next room.

This room is located opposite the exorcism tool room, next to the room with the Nine Dragons Carrying the Coffin, and is the last room that has not been explored.

Wen Ming took out a brass key and inserted it into the keyhole. The sound of metal scraping against metal was particularly jarring in the silence.

The door hinges turned with a low groan, as if resisting something.

The room was unsettlingly simple—empty walls, a gray floor, and no unnecessary decorations.

Yet, right in the center of this extreme simplicity, an ancient altar stands out abruptly, like an alien object forcibly embedded into the real world.

His pupils suddenly contracted.

"Uncle, what exactly did you do at the hotel?"

Six eerie green soul lamps flickered in the darkness, outlining a massive six-pointed star array on the ground.

Each scratch was so deep it looked as if it had been etched out with blood, and there were still dark brown stains on the edges.

In the very center of the altar's magic circle, a three-meter-tall stone sculpture of a demon was looking down at him.

The iconic curved ram's horns cast spiderweb-like shadows in the light, and countless faces seemed to be hidden in the folds of the gorgeous long dress. Every feather on the unfolded demon wings was engraved with tiny runes.

Dried rose petals were scattered around the stone statue. The petals, which should have been bright red, were now a putrid purplish-black, much like congealed blood clots.

What's most chilling is the face of the stone sculpture—that ambiguous smile, as if it might come to life at any moment.

“Lilith…”

Wen Ming heard his own voice trembling.

The moment Wen Ming saw the other person, he recognized who they were.

Lilith, the demon!

Mephisto, the King of Hatred, is his daughter!
The ultimate boss in Diablo 4!

The creator of the Nephalem!
It is currently displayed in his hotel in the form of a stone sculpture.

A terrifying question suddenly struck Wen Ming: If this is Lilith, then what about the Lilith from Supernatural in the hotel?

Are there two Liliths, or are they the same Lilith?

The warning in the old man's letter, "Lilith cannot die," floated before my eyes—did the Lilith in the letter refer to the one in the altar, or to the "Aunt Susie" who would smile and help her employees solve their problems?
"I was saying before, Uncle, have you never watched modern dramas? Now it seems you're really keeping up with the latest trends..."

Wen Ming smiled wryly, took out his phone, turned on Kuaiyin (a Chinese video streaming platform), and quickly found a commentary video for Diablo IV.

He wasn't familiar with Diablo IV, but rather with Diablo II, since Diablo II was the classic.

As for the 3rd and 4th generations, besides not being fun, the most crucial thing is that they are ridiculously expensive.

The shadow of the stone sculpture suddenly twisted for a moment, and Wen Ming abruptly stepped back, only to see that it was just an illusion of the soul lamp being blown by the wind.

But there's no wind at all here.

Wen Ming looked down at the ground, making sure he hadn't damaged the magic array on the altar, before he breathed a sigh of relief.

You must be scaring yourself.

Damn it, the room next door has a coffin carried by nine dragons and nine archangels, while this room has the altar of the demon Lilith. The treasure you left behind, Uncle, is quite a "surprise".

If the Black River Society and the Black Fox knew that your treasure was so terrifying, I doubt any of them would dare to try and take over the Iron Hotel again.

Wen Ming carefully compared the commentary videos of Diablo IV with the Lilith in front of him. When he saw that the Lilith in the videos was exactly the same as the Lilith in front of him, he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Previously, Wenming and Qinghou both believed that Lilith from "Supernatural" was lying. Now, seeing this statue, Wenming even suspects that the Lilith in the statue is not even the Lilith from "Supernatural".

Suddenly, a memory flashed through Wen Ming's mind.

It seems that, from beginning to end, that Lilith never explicitly stated that she was the Lilith from Supernatural.

On the contrary, I had always been prejudiced that she came from "Supernatural".

Is it possible that Lilith comes from a dark world, rather than a world of evil forces?

Thinking of this, Wen Ming immediately called for Qing Hou.

Qinghou quickly flew out of Wen Ming's phone. When she saw the Lilith statue in front of her, she was also surprised: "There's a Lilith here too? Then who exactly is this Lilith?"

"That's exactly what I wanted to ask. Can you analyze how likely it is that Lilith comes from the Dark side? Also, which Lilith is the Third Uncle referring to when he says 'Lilith cannot die'?"

Wen Ming told Qing Hou his conjecture, and Qing Hou immediately closed her eyes and began to calculate frantically. At this moment, she even directly called upon Hai Hou's computing power.

"Lilith in Diablo IV is tired of the eternal war between Heaven and Hell, and also disgusted by her father's indiscriminate hatred."

She reached an agreement with the angel Inarius, and together with some other war-weary angels and demons, they stole the Worldstone and used it to create Sanctuary, where they sought refuge from war.

In Sanctuary, angels and demons mingled, giving birth to the Nephalem, who surpassed both their angelic and demonic parents. These Nephalem were the first generation of humans in Sanctuary, and their power was astonishing.

Lilith's attempt to use the power of the Nephalem to attack Heaven and Hell angered Inarius, ultimately leading to her banishment to the Void..."

Qinghou quickly searched for all information about Lilith. After a long while, she suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Wenming: "Boss, I have deduced a very peculiar conclusion, with a probability of 31%."

"31%? That's not low, tell me about it."

Looking at the stone sculpture of Lilith, Qinghou said, "Is it possible that your great-uncle is the angel Inarius, the Iron Hotel is Sanctuary, Lilith is your biological mother, and you are the first Nephalem to awaken?"

Wen Ming almost spat out a mouthful of blood: "Isn't this conclusion too ridiculous? Your imagination is running wild!"

Qinghou smiled gently: "It seems impossible, but it is actually very possible. If you put it that way, everything makes sense."

Your third uncle is being sentimental, so he's asking you to protect your mother from death.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Wen Ming directly denied this conclusion: "I have a biological father and mother. How could my third uncle be my biological father? How could Lilith be my biological mother?"

"It could also be a Nephalem from a previous generation."

Qinghou quickly came up with a new conjecture: "There is also a possibility that the Iron Hotel is the Void where Lilith was banished. After she came here, she became good comrades with your third uncle, so she asked you to protect Lilith after your third uncle died."

This probability is as high as 48%.

"That's still quite a possibility."

Wen Ming largely agreed with this conclusion, since these time travelers who came to the Iron Hotel all arrived unintentionally. Perhaps Lilith came through the spatial rift after being banished.

The magic circle on the ground is very likely the one that the Third Uncle used to suppress Lilith.

"If this possibility is relatively high, the next question is whether the two Liliths are the same demon."

There is a 51% probability of this.

I even suspect that the Lilith outside is just a wisp of power condensed from this demon Lilith.

However, given the other party's familiarity with the Wen family's twin demons and Lucifer, there is a 46% chance that they are not the same person and are unaware of each other.

The remaining 3% is dominated by Lilith from Supernatural.

In *Supernatural*, Lilith, in order to escape her inevitable death, conspired with the angel Inarius of Heaven to steal the Worldstone and create Sanctuary. After all, many angels in *Supernatural* also avoided battle.

Upon hearing the last possibility, Wen Ming shook his head: "The world level of Supernatural is much lower than that of Diablo."

"Not necessarily. The Supernatural we know is just from the TV series. Due to budget constraints, the special effects for the battle between angels and demons in that series were too basic."

The world of Supernatural might actually be on a higher level than Diablo, since Supernatural features the sibling creators God and Darkness.

It's important to know that in the cinematic universes where a creator can appear, the only one we've encountered so far is "Supernatural." Even in the "Diablo" series, only the seven demon lords and a few archangels like Tyrael appear; there's no creator.

In the Dragon Ball universe, which is so advanced, even the ultimate Omni-King is just a universe administrator.

Only Arale can be considered a creator-level character, after all, she's the author's favorite daughter.

Qinghou's analysis gradually silenced Wen Ming.

Indeed, while the special effects in Supernatural are crude, it is undeniable that the power system is complete, as are the angel and demon systems. Even God and Amara, the siblings of light and darkness, make an appearance. Although they both die in the end, a new God is born—Jack.

They even have information about where angels, demons, and God go after they die—nothingness.

The Lord of Nothingness is even more terrifying; neither God nor darkness dares to contend with him.

Every time it intervened, it was because it disliked the Wen brothers, Lucifer, Death, and other angels and demons for disturbing its slumber.

These people, even Death itself, could be slapped to death by nothingness.

"Regardless of the circumstances, we need to be careful with Lilith!"

After thinking for a moment, Wen Ming instructed, "Don't offend her, but don't agree to anything she asks for. Monitor all the time travelers and our guests. If you find anyone behaving strangely, tell me immediately."

No matter which world Lilith is from, she is not someone Wen Ming can afford to offend now.

Therefore, Wen Ming could only minimize his contact with the other party.

Although Lai Tu is powerful, he can be blown up in the head with a single bullet.

Lilith?
That's something even an archangel couldn't kill!

Uncle, you've really left me with a "surprise treasure"!
……

Around 4 PM, Wen Ming welcomed back Batman, John, and Max.

Max's face was filled with extreme excitement, and Wen Ming could tell at a glance that things were going very well: "How is it? Have you already reached Elysium?"

"Yes, I have already entered Elysium and am processing my eligibility to purchase an apartment. The approval process will take about a day, and if nothing unexpected happens, I will officially become a citizen of Elysium tomorrow morning."

Max pointed at Bruce excitedly and said, "He's amazing! He sold all the gold in just one day, and the people on the black market didn't suspect me at all."

Wen Ming gave Bruce a thumbs up: "With Batman on the case, there's nothing he can't do."

"With robots like the T1000, we don't need to get involved in these matters ourselves."

Bruce did not take credit for himself; instead, he attributed all the credit to the T1000.

Wen Ming naturally understood that with T1000 freely changing its appearance, allowing him to handle the transactions, Bruce to provide advice from behind, and John to provide support, selling gold was not a problem at all.

"So, we can get the medical pod tomorrow?"

Wen Ming looked at the three of them with some excitement, but apart from Max's excited expression, Bruce and John did not look very happy.

Wen Ming asked in confusion, "What other trouble is there?"

Bruce said in a deep voice, "I have already found out that the medical pod's healing ability is indeed very strong. It can solve all diseases at the genetic level and even heal injuries. But there is a big problem in taking it down."

(End of this chapter)