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

"Not now."

Qi Ye spread his hands, his expression so sincere that it seemed he was saying he never lied.

Good products take time to arrive. I'll let you know as soon as they're available. VIPs will have priority and receive a 5% discount.

"Only a 5% discount?" Xing squinted.

"10% off. That's the lowest I can go, or I'll lose money."

"make a deal."

Xing put her phone back in her pocket, sat back down in her seat, and muttered to herself as she fastened her seatbelt.

Comments like "More expensive than Uncle Yang's," "Discrimination against people with amnesia," and "Next time we'll have to make him pay us out of his own pocket."

Pretending not to hear, Qi Ye quickly walked into the landing module and sat down.

Walter sat down behind him and looked down at the glowing cone of light.

It was used directly.

He pushed up his glasses, closed his eyes, and felt it for a moment.

Then he opened his eyes again, his expression still calm and composed.

But something is subtly changing behind the lens.

The landing module detached from the train and began its descent.

The cabin trembled slightly, and the white mist outside the window gradually dissipated, revealing an endless white land unfolding beneath our feet.

The hatch opened, and a cold wind carrying fine snowflakes rushed into the cabin.

Danheng stepped out of the cabin first, followed closely by March 7, who was taking pictures of the scenery while exhaling white breath.

"How magnificent! Can we take a picture of that mountain over there?"

Xing was the third to jump down, carrying the baseball bat on his shoulder.

Qi Ye followed behind Xing and took a deep breath of the cool air.

I was just about to say, "This place would be quite suitable for developing into a ski resort."

A burst of laughter suddenly came from behind me.

It started with a soft chuckle, then turned into a hearty, exuberant laugh, and finally became an arrogant laugh.

"Hahahahahahahahahaha!"

Laughter echoed across the vast snowfield.

Everyone turned around at the same time.

Walter stood in the middle of the snow, arms outstretched, head tilted back to the sky.

Walter's appearance at this moment was completely different from usual, instead exuding an air of domineering confidence.

"Uncle Yang?"

March 7th's voice trembled, and he almost dropped the camera.

"Qiye, what exactly did you do to him with that light cone?!"

"I have no idea!"

Qiye raised his hands to show his innocence.

"Uncle Yang is probably reminiscing about his youth right now!"

Xing stared at Walter for a long while, then turned to Qiye and said:

"Uncle Yang seems to have turned into a male protagonist in a shonen manga."

"Is now the time to analyze this?!"

Walter looked down at his hands.

He could feel the long-lost power surging within him, every muscle trembling with excitement.

Memories that had been forgotten gradually resurfaced.

He saw his younger self, holding a cane, standing on the battlefield in Siberia.

Opposite her was the arrogant Second Herrscher—Sirin.

That aloof figure hovered in mid-air, with countless imaginary spears appearing behind him.

That soft laugh still echoes in my ears.

And now, on this strange, icy planet, that long-dormant passion has been rekindled.

"Ha... power, home, ideals, I have everything!"

This is my true form; I am now in my complete form, capable of judging the Star Gods!

The first to break down was March 7th; her hand holding the camera froze completely.

The camera was pointed directly at Walter, whose lips twitched wildly, and after a long while, he managed to utter a single sentence.

"No... Uncle Yang??? Are you alright???"

She cautiously took half a step forward, looking Walter up and down with a mixture of fear and absurdity as he exuded an aura of dominance.

His gaze was like that of an old cadre who had suddenly gone mad.

"We're just here in the snowfield to carry out a normal mission, clear out some monsters, and explore the map!"

"Surely it doesn't warrant judging a star god?!"

Xing, carrying a baseball bat, stood there with his mouth agape, looking utterly bewildered, as if he had just witnessed something extraordinary, and remained speechless for a long time.

He carefully observed the spirited and over-the-top Walter, and spoke with utmost seriousness:

"I take back what I just said."

"Uncle Yang isn't a shonen manga protagonist anymore; he's more like a villainous boss from an older shonen anime, right?"

Qi Ye silently lowered her raised hands, her face full of innocence and helplessness.

He spread his arms and frantically shifted the blame, wearing an expression that said, "I'm truly an innocent victim."

I swear!

That light cone couldn't possibly be that outrageous!

"Who could have known Uncle Yang would turn out like this? Who in their right mind would start reciting lines in public after absorbing power?!"

Walter ignored the commotion and looked up, his gaze piercing through the swirling snow.

"I haven't felt this way in a long time."

The last time I felt this urge to punch someone was when I was facing that bastard Otto.

You mere Yalilo, a mere Star Core, dare to be so presumptuous in front of me?

If I, Old Yang, hadn't shown mercy back then, the entire Imaginary Number Tree would have trembled.

Dan Heng raised an eyebrow, looked at Walter, who was completely different from his usual self, and remained silent for a moment.

Then he turned to look at Qiye:

Do you still have any of those light cones in stock?

"This is not the time to ask that!!!"

Qiye and March 7th spoke in unison.

Xing had already stood up from the snowdrift, slung his baseball bat over his shoulder, and his eyes shone with an astonishing light:

"Uncle Yang, you just said..."

You think you can just blast a mere star core apart with a single punch?

Want to team up with me?

I have a baseball bat, you have fists.

If we win, we'll split the spoils fifty-fifty.

"Four six, I'm six."

Walter pushed up his glasses, his words brimming with an arrogant sense of entitlement.

"……make a deal."

"Deal?! What deal?!"

On March 7th, he grabbed Xing and dragged her back.

"Uncle Yang, can't you tell that you're not in a good state right now?"

He doesn't usually talk like that!

"So Uncle Yang looks more efficient now."

Xing nodded earnestly.

Before March 7th could refute, an explosion suddenly came from afar.

Before anyone could see it, they were already looking over.

The snow on the mountainside next to the snow-capped peak seemed to have been knocked down by the explosion and began to slide down the slope.

The descent became faster and faster, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into an overwhelming white torrent.

"avalanche!"

March 7th's expression changed drastically.

Dan Heng immediately stood in front of the crowd, spear in hand.

But the avalanche was so large that it crushed the land all the way down from the mountainside.

Forget about using a gun to block it, even if you build a wall, you'll still be buried alive.

The snow on the ground had begun to tremble, and the roaring sound was so loud it hurt people's eardrums.

Xing looked up at the rolling white wave and blinked:

"So many treasure chests."

"That's snow!!!"

Just then.

"Hahaha, I never expected that my first attempt as the alliance leader would be wasted on a mere snow mountain!"

Walter adjusted his glasses, looking at the approaching avalanche with confidence.

Then he raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and aimed it at the white torrent.

The next second, an invisible force field suddenly spread out from him.

The snow within a radius of one kilometer sank simultaneously, as if an invisible giant hand had pressed down on the earth.

The massive avalanche seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall.

It came to an abrupt stop less than fifty meters away from the crowd.

The snow waves hung in mid-air, maintaining their cascading posture, yet remained completely still.

Xing looked up at the snow wall that was fixed in mid-air and reached out to poke the bottommost snow tail.

Then he turned to look at Walter:

"Uncle Yang, how long will this last? Could you also build a snow castle? I want to live in a castle."

Walter did not answer her.

His right hand remained raised, with his five fingers folded together.

The snowflake suspended in mid-air began to compress at a visible speed.

The loose snow waves transformed into neat, orderly snow bricks.

Then they were neatly stacked to form a wide passageway.

He turned to look at the crowd, a wildly arrogant smile on his lips:

"Hold on tight, I, the leader of this alliance, will give you a ride."

Before the words were even finished, the gravity beneath everyone's feet suddenly vanished.

On March 7th, he cried out in surprise, his body floating uncontrollably into the air, his hands flailing wildly in the air.

Danheng grabbed the back of March 7's collar expressionlessly to prevent her from drifting away.

Xing adapted quickly, doing a somersault in weightlessness, and then grabbing Qiye's arm as an anchor.

Qi Ye also held Xing tightly.

Walter hovered in the center of the crowd and waved his right hand.

The five people's bodies were pulled by an invisible rope, flying rapidly in the direction from which the explosion came.

Just a few seconds after they flew out.

In the middle of the road, which was originally paved with snow bricks, one of the bricks suddenly shook.