Ironclad, died and resurrected, I've decided to go to the mic!

Qi Ye stared at the screen for several seconds.

Establish a rule that is mandatory for everyone in the carriage.

This ability has a very high ceiling and a very low floor; it all depends on how he uses it.

His gaze swept over everyone in the carriage.

March 7th was still sprawled on the sofa, muttering, "Finally back."

Danheng closed his eyes and rested in the corner.

Xing was squatting next to the potted plant, poking the soil in the pot with her finger.

They're probably checking again to see if anything valuable is buried.

Pam has returned to the kitchen.

He decided to just pick something random and try it out first.

So he cleared his throat and slapped the light cone onto himself.

The rule is that you cannot refuse any request made by the first person to ask.

Thank you for your cooperation.

After reading the sentence, Qi Ye bowed in the manner of a flight attendant.

Before he could even test the effectiveness of the rules, Himeko spoke first.

"Today, to celebrate the arrival of our two new members on the Starry Sky Train, everyone come and have a cup of coffee that I brewed myself."

The carriage was silent for a moment.

March 7th's face turned deathly pale from its normal skin tone.

She originally wanted to find an excuse to slip away, but ended up opening up uncontrollably.

She spoke in a lighthearted tone that even she herself couldn't believe:

"Okay! Thank you, Himeko-nee! I love Himeko-nee's coffee the most!"

After saying that, she suddenly covered her mouth, her eyes wide open, filled with terror.

Walter's Adam's apple bobbed.

His expression remained calm, but his hand was trembling.

His mouth opened automatically.

"Okay, thank you, Himeko."

Then he looked down at his unruly hands.

The reflection from his glasses obscured his eyes, but the twitching at the corner of his mouth betrayed everything.

Dan Heng, leaning against the corner, couldn't help but speak up:

Thank you for your trouble.

Then he opened his eyes, felt his mouth that had just betrayed him, and frowned.

Himeko's eyes lit up.

She looked around and saw that everyone was nodding, and no one was making excuses.

No one said "we'll drink later," and no one pretended to have a task to complete.

A happy smile appeared on her lips.

But the meaning behind that smile sent chills down the spines of everyone present.

"That's great. I used to always have all sorts of excuses to refuse when I made coffee for you guys."

It's rare to see everyone so cooperative today.

She turned and walked toward the coffee machine.

"Since everyone is so kind as to join us, I'll add a few more types of beans today."

I remember Black Tower sent me a package of their new product that I haven't opened yet, so I'll give it a try.

Oh, by the way, there are a few bottles of extract in the locker; adding a little bit will give it a more unique flavor.

March 7th's legs started to tremble.

She wanted to run, but his body betrayed her; she couldn't control it at all.

She watched as Himeko poured at least five different colored coffee beans into the coffee machine.

Then I unscrewed a small bottle and dripped a few drops of some liquid into it, the contents of which I didn't know.

Finally, a small pinch of powder was sprinkled on top, which looked to be the same color as the Doomsday Beast's eyes.

March 7th turned to look at Qiye in despair, seemingly convinced that he was the one who did it, and silently mouthed a sentence.

"You did a good thing."

Qiye didn't expect that he would go too far, but it doesn't matter, he wants to see just how amazing Himeko's coffee is.

Soon, amidst everyone's despair, Himeko returned pushing the stroller.

Five cups of coffee were neatly arranged on the cart.

Each cup was steaming hot and looked delicious.

She placed the five cups of coffee on the coffee table in an elegant manner.

Then he clasped his hands together in front of him, a hopeful smile on his face.

"It tastes best when drunk hot."

On March 7th, I looked down at the fragrant cup of coffee in front of me.

He looked up again at Himeko's gentle and expectant face.

She wanted to say, "Can I not drink it?", but the rules didn't allow her to refuse.

Her right hand automatically reached out and picked up the coffee cup, and her lips automatically touched the rim of the cup.

She downed it in one gulp, completely and without holding back.

Then she collapsed straight onto the sofa.

The cup slipped from her hand, but Xing caught it with lightning speed.

On March 7th, his eyes were closed, his face was peaceful, and his breathing was even, as if he were asleep.

"Oh dear, why are you in such a hurry in March? You have to take your time when you're enjoying coffee."

Himeko stepped forward and covered March 7 with a blanket.

The movements were as gentle as if she were taking care of a sleepy child.

Then she looked up at the remaining people.

Walter's lips twitched.

He looked at the cup of coffee in front of him, picked it up, and took a sip.

He took only a sip, and his expression did not change significantly.

Then he took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose with trembling fingers.

"This flavor...is very layered."

Dan Heng picked up his cup and took a sip without expression.

After all, he used to drink Himeko's coffee occasionally to temper his will.

So he could handle this, he put down the cup:

"good."

But Qi Ye noticed that the hand holding the cup in Dan Heng's hand was also trembling.

He is using all his willpower to tough it out.

He hadn't used this much force when he was swatted away by the Doomsday Beast on the space station before.

Xing squatted beside the coffee table, curiously observing March 7's peaceful sleeping face.

She reached out and poked March 7's cheek, then poked March 7's forehead.

Then he turned to look at his own cup of coffee.

He picked it up, and mimicking the way he did on March 7th, tilted his head back and downed it in one gulp.

She put the cup down and blinked.

Then her body fell backward in a perfectly straight line.

His back slammed solidly onto the sofa cushion, and his eyes closed.

A second body was found on the ground.

Looking at San Yueqi and Xing lying neatly on the sofa, Qi Ye couldn't help but laugh.

The two guys who were just jumping around on the space station are now lying side by side on the sofa of the Star Train.

It was like participating in a battle even more brutal than the Doomsday Beasts and then gloriously sacrificing oneself.

He nudged Dan Heng with his elbow and said in a low, gloating voice:

"What exactly is Himeko's coffee recipe? A biological weapon?"

Danheng did not answer.

Because his mouth was busy fighting off the next wave of coffee aftertaste, he didn't have the energy to speak.

Qi Ye's laughter did not last long.

Himeko walked up to him with the last cup of coffee.

"Qiye, you haven't drunk yours yet."

Qi Ye's smile froze instantly.

He wanted to say, "Can I use the restroom first?"

But his mouth opened automatically, emitting a warm and enthusiastic sound.

"Okay! I was just about to try it!"

Then his right hand reached out and picked up the coffee cup on its own.

His left hand involuntarily brought the cup to his lips, and his lips involuntarily pressed against the rim of the cup.

In the seconds before his coffee touched his lips, his brain was racing.

On March 7th, he gulped it down and died on the spot, followed closely by Xing.

Even Walter only took a sip before using all his willpower to resist, and Dan Heng, who claimed to be doing alright, was clearly also just putting up a tough fight.

He was about to down the same cup of coffee in one gulp.

Okay, the fiftieth resurrection, here he comes.

Then the coffee went down my throat.

In that instant, all the important scenes of Qiye's life flashed through his mind.

First time traveling through time, first death, first resurrection, first time selling the light cone

I took a puff of the March 7th cigarette for the first time.

The first time I was reduced to specks of light by the Doomsday Beast.

Then comes the taste of coffee.

It was a taste sensation he had never experienced before, one that could not be described in any language.

His eyes widened, then slowly closed.

His body fell backward, and his back hit the ground without making a loud noise.

There was only a dull thud and a muffled dying message.

"Ms. Himeko... I underestimated... your coffee."

The three corpses were neatly arranged between the sofa and the floor.

March 7th was lying on her side on the sofa covered with a blanket, while Xing lay motionless on the sofa cushions.

Qi Ye lay sprawled on the ground in the shape of the Chinese character "大" (big).

The three of them were breathing evenly and peacefully, their expressions serene, as if they were fast asleep.

It's as if the soul has temporarily left the body to seek refuge somewhere.

Himeko, holding her coffee cup, looked down at the scene on the ground, a hint of confusion on her face:

"Why are they all asleep? I added a lot of good stuff this time."