Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

Yan Huan walked over, and the scene before him gradually became clear. He saw a drawing board in front of the figure.

"Goodness, you're the one!"

As Yan approached, the man heard footsteps behind him and turned around.

The two looked at each other.

“...Who are you?” Rebini asked first.

Yan did not answer, but instead silently pulled out an AK from his pocket as he approached.

"Hey, hey, hey... What do you want to do! Don't come any closer! Are you trying to kidnap my painting?"

Rabini panicked and quickly retreated, gradually backing up to the edge of the cliff.

Yan, carrying an AK, glanced at the drawing board as he passed by.

I couldn't help but say:

"Oh ho, a painting of the sky?"

"Ok?"

Upon hearing Yan's comments on his paintings, the artist Rebini instantly became very talkative:

“Friend, this is no ordinary sky; I’ve named it ‘Dawn.’ What do you think? Doesn’t it have a unique charm?”

The drawing on the canvas depicts a fiery sunset.

It seemed to be a clear morning when the sun shone through the clouds onto the land of Belleburg.

The fiery red clouds and the snow-white city created a striking contrast.

Holding up his AK, Yan stared at the painting and hesitated, "Is this finished or not?"

Upon hearing this, Rebini immediately puffed out his chest:

"It's finished! I'm sure it's finished! It's completely complete!"

"Oh."

Yan's gaze returned to Rebini's face, and he raised the AK to his torso:

"What the hell? There are still two more? Huh? There's only one left now!! I've already opened the entire main section, where the hell is your painting?!"

"Huh? The general services area?!"

Rebini was taken aback at first, then quickly realized what was happening:

"Oh, oh! Are you sent by the museum to urge me to finish my manuscript? I thought it was something else!"

"?"

Under Yan Huan's questioning gaze, the man suddenly became arrogant, put his hands behind his back, swaggered past Yan Huan, then placed his hand on the easel, turned around and laughed:

"My paintings can't be rushed. If you pressure me too much, my inspiration will run away!"

……

"Da da da da da—!!"

A series of gunshots rang out from the edge of the cliff.

Rebini crouched on the ground, trembling, his hands covering his head, with a series of shell craters at his feet!

Yan, standing ahead, grinned maliciously:

"Who are you talking to? Why are you suddenly acting so arrogant! Let me tell you, there's no such thing as being late for a deadline here. Draw it right now, immediately!!"

Rebini looked up nervously, his heart pounding, his voice trembling as he said:

"But, what I said is true! If you coerce me, it will really affect my state of mind! And... who are you? Why are you so rude? Wait... you look familiar."

As Yan approached step by step, Rebini was filled with fear and kept backing away.

During this process, he desperately tried to recall information about the man in front of him.

Suddenly, Rebini had a flash of inspiration and finally remembered who the man in front of him was.

He was struck dumb, his heart leaped into his throat, and he trembled with fear.

"Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, holy crap... You're the Executive Officer! You, you, you, you... Why are you personally coming to urge me to finish the manuscript?!"

The person who came to the snowy outskirts of the city to urge the submission was none other than the CEO of Belloberg, who was second only to the emperor and held immense power!

It's worth noting that below Cocolia, only Bronya is his equal.

He not only single-handedly resolved the Star Core issue, but he was also the MVP in the rescue of the Beloborg incident!

If the Buddha stands in the way, the Buddha will be killed; if the god stands in the way, the god will be killed.

Now, he actually came to me with an AK, personally urging me to finish the manuscript!

"Stop talking nonsense. Today, either I see all the paintings, or I kill you. You choose!" Yan said sternly.

"No... Sir! I'm not lying! Your pressure is really affecting my creative process!"

Rabini retreated in fear until he reached the edge of the cliff.

One more step and you're into an abyss.

"What does your creative spirit have to do with me?"

"Moreover."

Mr. Yan raised an eyebrow and said:

"How many of the tourists who come to the museum actually know anything about painting? As long as the painting is passable, that's fine. At worst, we can send someone to hype it up. Even if your painting isn't even that good, as long as you have a reputation, those people will still brag about it!"

"No way, that's not how it works!"

"Hey, there are tons of examples like that. Ever heard of clowns in the halls of fame while masters wander the streets? As long as you hype it up well, even random doodles can be called abstract art!"

"Officer, please don't make things difficult for me. I admit that it was my fault for delaying the manuscript... Could you please give me a few more days? I promise I will do my best."

No matter how hard Rebini pleaded, Yan Huan showed no sign of compromising.

He only wanted to fill the gaps in the museum's collection of paintings so that they wouldn't interfere with his revenue; whether the paintings had soul or not was irrelevant.

Would an ordinary tourist care about this?

There might be some knowledgeable people who can spot something amiss, but so what?

You need to buy a ticket to see the painting!

"Your Excellency, I sense you're thinking something very rude," Rebini pleaded, kneeling on the snow with his hands raised.

"Please forgive me for a few more days! I, Rebini, swear to the spirits of all the Great Guardians in heaven that I will do my best and never delay my work again!"

*Splat!*

Suddenly, it seemed that Yan had stepped on something.

Looking down, I saw a blond man.

Yan stared at his clothes, his eyes widening immediately, and he even put down his AK.

"Holy crap, Bishop? How did you end up here! Sorry for stepping on your face, um... are you alright?"

After Yan Huan moved her foot away, Otto wiped the shoe print off his face and slowly sat up.

"Hehe, it's nothing serious. It's just that the energy supply link was broken, so my body automatically reconstructed and reset itself here with you."

"what?"

Mr. Yan scratched his head and asked in confusion:

“My Divine Keys are still in the museum, aren’t they? They are connected to my spirit, and you are all the same within their range. Heavenly Fire can engulf the entire upper district of Beloborg.”

Otto slowly stood up:

"Then you'll have to ask someone."

……

at this time.

Somewhere a hundred and eight thousand miles away from Belleburg.

A white-haired girl was shivering in the cold wind, clutching the Heavenly Fire Greatsword.

She couldn't help but sneeze.

"Ah sneeze——!!"

"Where...where is this? He was definitely running this way."

"I... I shouldn't have gone to the wrong place, right?" Kiana fell into deep thought as she stared at the vast expanse of white before her.

……

Chapter 154 Is it really going to close down? Sorry, you definitely wouldn't want that.

Cliff edge.

Yan bent down and stepped forward, pointing a finger at Rebini and grinning maliciously:

"I'm warning you, if you delay your manuscript again, you're in for a world of hurt! Got it?"

"I understand, I understand..." Rebini knelt on the ground, trembling with fear.

"I promise I'll listen to the Executive Officer, behave well, and never miss a deadline again! If I do it again, you can come and execute me yourself!!"

"Well done, you're a quick learner." Yan nodded in satisfaction, took down the scroll beside him, and tossed it to Otto.

"Your Excellency, let's go back and put this up; it'll give us another publicity boost!"

Otto, clutching the scroll, laughed:

"Oh? Aren't you going to look for Kiana? Maybe she really is lost?"

"It's alright, as long as we don't leave this planet, we can look for it after work! My precious Tianhuo and I have a connection, so don't panic."

"Haha, I understand."