Starry sky, I can hear their secrets.

[A burly man gives you the middle finger.]

"Hey, Senior Brother Dai, dare to fight me?"

"If you win, I'll give you a wondrous item. If you lose, I'll take your life," the burly man, Avila, asked.

"What's your name?" you whispered to the masked Fool beside you.

"Friend, just call me 'Uncle Cold Legs'," said Uncle Cold Legs.

"I won't fight you, but my friend, Uncle Cold Legs, wants to fight you."

"If I win, you give me a wondrous object. If I lose, his life is yours to decide," you declared loudly.

"Alright, then let's kill your friend 'Uncle Cold Legs' first," the burly man, Avila, sneered.

[Uncle with Cold Legs: "?"]

"Go, take the glory that is yours."

[You subtly used [Mind Control] on Uncle Cold Legs, but unfortunately it failed.]

[A stinging sensation, like a thousand needles pricking your mind, arises; you are suffering a mental backlash.]

Fortunately, your casting method was discreet enough that the opponent didn't notice your subtle actions.

"Oh, I'm just someone to chat with and keep people entertained."

"How could anyone do something so violent?"

Uncle Cold Legs rejected your offer, and all eyes in the tavern are now on you.

[Fool, the arrow is on the bowstring, and you must release it. What will you do?]

Option 1: Experience firsthand the fighting skills of the strongmen from Aveira. (Combat)

Option 2: Before anyone can react, shamefully flee the tavern, crying as you run. (Escape)

Option 3: Randomly select a lucky audience member in the tavern to take the beating for you on stage. (Event)

Chapter Thirty-Six: Star: Bullying the weak with numbers, is that it? (Fifth Update) (3K)

Su Jinyan chose an inconspicuous hooded spectator in the corner of the tavern.

He walked up to the lucky person and activated his mind control.

Oh, I can't stand it anymore! You devil, you've actually bewitched an innocent passerby.

Innocent? What normal people could possibly be in this tavern?

"This is another friend of mine, Uncle with the cold legs. She wants to fight you too."

"If I win, you give me a rare item. If I lose, this guy's life is yours to do with," you declared loudly.

"Alright, then let's kill your friend 'Uncle with Cold Legs' first," the burly man, Avila, sneered.

[That poor spectator, swayed by your influence, staggered onto the ring.]

She only came to her senses when a deafening cheer erupted from the audience.

"How did I end up in the ring?" She looked at the audience below, then at you, confused.

"That big liar who cheated me out of my space fragments!" She silently gripped her baseball bat tighter.

Su Jinyan chuckled. It seems she harbors a deep grudge against me.

[Now, please enjoy the three-way battle between [Mr. Frans' security team], [the strongman from Avila], and [Uncle Hot Legs].]

[Sommelier Bragi broadcasts the news in a sweet voice.]

"I'm not some 'Hot-Leg Uncle' or 'Cold-Leg Uncle,' call me—'Galaxy Baseball Man!'"

The woman lifted her hood, revealing gray hair and calm, languid golden eyes, her baseball bat pointing at you.

"I'll deal with them first, then I'll deal with you," Galaxy Baseball Man said calmly.

Wait, Galaxy Baseball Man?

Is my stick a fire poker?

It's you, Akivili!

Su Jinyan's spirits lifted; he hadn't expected that the pioneering star god, Akivili, was actually a woman.

No, the Star Gods have no gender...

They can be any gender if they want, they can even be Walmart shopping bags.

"Turns out it's a young girl, that's really something."

"He's really good-looking; his ascetic expression is so alluring."

"Oh ho, little girl, hurry up and finish, then give this old man a good time."

[You played three roles, delivering classic villainous lines, trying to stir up the atmosphere in the audience and infuriating the young woman in the ring, Akivilli.]

But no one in the audience echoed your words; instead, they looked at you as if you were an idiot.

[Then you discover their species: security robots from the Interstellar Peace Corporation, snake-men from Tiange Star, illusory soldiers/tramplers from the Antimatter Legion, slimes from unidentified star systems...]

That's outrageous! Who the hell would be interested in a human girl?

They glanced at you, then turned back to the arena.

Uncle Cold Legs laughed heartily, patted you on the shoulder, and asked, "Who do you think will win?"

You shrug: "What do you think?"

"Mr. Frans' security group has always been very strong, while the strongman in Avila is slightly weaker."

"But this is far beyond what an ordinary human could handle," Uncle Cold Legs said.

"Very good, I bet on that girl on the table to win. You're finished, get ready to pay out."

[You didn't give Uncle Cold Legs a chance to react, and quickly finalized the bet.]

"Huh? You're so sure she'll win?" Uncle Cold Legs asked doubtfully.

If the God of Pioneers can't even defeat two small fry, then He might as well commit suicide.

No, it seems that the fate of the pioneering star god Archivist has already ended due to an accident; what stands here is just a piece of data.

"Of course, I have absolute confidence in her," you said confidently.

On the arena, the gray-haired girl calmly surveyed the two opposing forces and questioned them:

"Is it fair that you're ganging up on us?"

"Referee, I request that the number of the opposing team's players be reduced."

The sommelier, Bragi, paused for a moment, then forced a smile and said, "Young lady, I'm afraid this won't do."

The gray-haired girl asked in confusion, "Why? This isn't fair; it's a rigged competition."

"Say something! Why aren't you saying anything?"

Blake's silence was deafening.

"I'm begging you, please have some decency! There are only two of us."

Why don't you explain how those three people behind you suddenly appeared?

[The burly man, Avila, couldn't hold back any longer and pointed to the three teammates behind the gray-haired girl, asking...]

The gray-haired girl was alone when she went on stage.

But when the bartender, Bragi, announced the start of the match, she suddenly projected three teammates onto the screen.

A lively and adorable girl with pink hair, holding a bow and arrow.

[A man in blue robes, his expression indifferent, gripping a long spear.]

[A steady, middle-aged man wearing glasses, a scarf, and carrying a cane.]

Su Jinyan couldn't hold back any longer either; as she read the description, the corners of her mouth twitched involuntarily.

Where the hell did this come from? Doesn't the referee care?

However, you are a person of integrity, and you cannot stand idly by while the girl clearly violates the rules of the competition.

I am a person with a strong sense of justice. Even if I lose money, I cannot sit idly by.

Hmm, it seems I was overthinking it.

Let me have some fun.

[So, taking advantage of everyone's distraction, you used mind control to take control of the sommelier, Blazzy.]

I was fucking underthinking things!

[Blachi, with a serious expression, walked to the front of the ring and announced, "The match is over!"]

Huh? The match is over?

The burly man from Aveira exclaimed in shock, "Hey, the match's already over before it even started?"