Sir! Don't close the net!

Dante glanced down at the apple in his hand, turned around and took a bite. It was very sweet, but somewhat difficult to swallow.

As he walked, Dante couldn't help but look back, but he could no longer find the fruit stand or the owner, because there were fruit stands everywhere and that owner whose scathing remarks he couldn't refute were everywhere.

Dante let out a long breath, his right hand holding the apple hanging down by his side. He turned his head and looked around. The familiar streets of the Jurassic Circle suddenly felt incredibly strange. He was like a traveler who had arrived in a completely unfamiliar place, feeling somewhat lost and unsure of which direction to go.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The capital city of Millennium, the headquarters of the Church of the God of Steam and Steel.

The sounds of various parts working together create a magnificent symphony, and the one conducting this symphony is the [Prophecy Algorithm], located in the center of the main hall of the Church of the God of Steam and Steel, where the statue should be placed.

Harry, the executive officer of the Triple Circle, stood in the center of the hall, his eyes closed, his arms outstretched, feeling the magnificent power emanating from the music, while Malfoy leaned against the wall, yawning.

"I greatly admire the first person who proposed shooting through the sky; perhaps this idea would destroy the entire world, and..."

Perhaps, that would overturn our long-held common sense.

Harry opened his eyes and slowly lowered his hands.

“It’s also possible… that they will show us the real world,” Yuri said, pulling at his white feather shawl. “It’s just that they didn’t find the full truth before 2012 arrived; they were too late.”

"After that, I was late many times as well."

“We’re lucky,” Yuri exhaled, “lucky…like the last meal before execution, unbelievably luxurious.”

Malfoy, who was yawning, was jolted awake and all sleepiness vanished.

“It could also be a completely new possibility,” Harry said with a confident smile.

Chapter 102 Tipor Eugene

"Isn't this Mr. Richard? What are you doing here?"

Li Yili, who was admiring the Venus de Milo statue with arms as a reference, was startled and turned her head to see a fat man with a big belly, a round face, and a slicked-back hairstyle staring at her in surprise.

Li Yili raised an eyebrow and tilted her head to the right. "Who are you?"

The obese man scratched his face somewhat awkwardly and raised his hand to block the angry-looking butler behind him. "Mr. Richard, I am Tipole, Tipole Eugene."

"Hmm? Tipor... ah?"

Li Yili blinked. Although he didn't have a deep impression of Tipor, he didn't only remember one name. He remembered that Tipor was a handsome and thin man. As for how handsome he was, just look at Ashley.

Standing before him now was a rather greasy and round-faced middle-aged man.

Li Yili held her chin and leaned slightly forward.

However, this self-introduction actually did have a certain charm.

“Mr. Eugene, I remember you used to… not like this, you should be a little thinner,” Li Yili raised her eyebrows. “It seems that as the recognized king of business, you’ve been doing well these past two years.”

"Hey—what do you even know?!"

The butler standing behind Tipor widened his eyes, took a step forward, and roared angrily in Li Yili's direction.

“Mr. Richard, you’re joking,” Tipole stepped forward, blocking the butler’s path.

“Wow—I thought you would say it’s all thanks to you,” Li Yili glanced at the butler behind Tipor, then turned back to continue admiring the armed Venus statue in front of her.

He still remembers the feeling when he first saw the picture of the Venus de Milo with the missing arms in a book.

Why does something so beautiful exist, yet also hold such regret?

If a severed arm is this stunningly beautiful, what would it feel like to have an arm reattached?

Based on this idea, he drew a design of the Venus with missing arms from memory, and then took it upon himself to add arms to Venus. The final product is the statue in front of us, which is unremarkable and even has a sense of incongruity that is hard to look at.

They couldn't even bear the responsibility of adding unnecessary details.

It's probably because the severed arm was the finished product in his mind, and the part he added on his own made the finished product a shoddy knock-off. The more he looked at it, the more frustrated and irritable he became.

"I really want to smash this statue to pieces with a hammer," Li Yili muttered, rubbing her forehead.

"Hmm? Mr. Richard, what did you just say?" Tipole peeked out curiously, but didn't come any closer.

“No, it’s nothing, just a bit sentimental,” Li Yili turned around and waved to Tibor. “Time is like pig feed, it has fed you into this state. I always thought that you would treat yourself a little better after you no longer had to worry about how to balance other businessmen, so that you wouldn’t be so thin.”

Li Yili gestured to Tipor to show him Tipor's original physique.

Tipol gave a few dry laughs. "Speaking of which, Mr. Richard, why did you come to the Cretaceous Circle this time?"

“Well… I want to confirm something, but… well, there are a few more things I want to confirm now,” Li Yili said, lifting her chin. “Mr. Eugene, I won’t beat around the bush with you. The Jurassic Circle is preparing for war, and the confidence they have for starting this war doesn’t come from the wasteland; they can only be smuggled in through foreign trade channels. This matter…”

"Were you involved in this?"

Tipole's eyes widened slightly, and after a long pause, he let out a long sigh. "Mr. Richard, do you think I would get involved in something like this?"

“People change, especially those who climb to positions they couldn’t reach before in a short time,” Li Yili said, arms crossed, without mincing words. “If I’m not mistaken, the Cretaceous zone is saturated again, and the merchants in the Cretaceous zone are no longer satisfied with just that. Commodities with raw materials that can only be obtained in the Cretaceous zone have appeared in both the Jurassic and Triassic zones.”

"you……"

Li Yili narrowed her eyes slightly.

"They're further exploiting people in other circles, aren't they?"

Tipole's shoulders slumped slightly, and he turned and gestured towards the corridor to the side. "Mr. Richard, please come with me."

Li Yili raised her eyebrows, crossed her arms, and followed behind Tiber. All the way, Li Yili kept an eye on Tiber's walking posture and skin color.

"Prosperous" is not a good word; once it's associated with health, it's practically a death sentence.

Take Tibor, for example, who is walking ahead of him now.

Although Tibor was thin in the past, he was still considered healthy, just a little tired.

Now, Tibor suffers from high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and high blood sugar, and his steps are unsteady; he also frequently raises his hand to wipe away sweat.

“Mr. Richard, do you remember what you said to me back then?” Tipole, who was walking in front, suddenly spoke up.

"Huh? Did I say anything?"

"Making money is about exploiting the weak. Using that money to help the weak is just going through a huge, self-satisfying circle."

“Oh…that sounds like something I would say,” Li Yili said, tilting her chin up slightly and raising her head. “Back then, were you telling me your unrealistic and naive ideas?”

Tipol stumbled and almost fell to the ground if the butler hadn't reached out in time.

“I suppose so,” Tipole said, wiping the sweat from his brow somewhat awkwardly. “At that time, I was so happy to receive the proposal you wrote, Mr. Richard, that I accidentally uttered some unrealistic ideas.”

"Is it unrealistic? Did you give up on it yourself?" Li Yili sighed with some regret.

"It's not exactly giving up, it's just a slight change in direction."

Tipol reached out and pushed open the door in front of him.

“Mr. Richard, do you remember how much the changes you brought to the Cretaceous Zone increased its income?” Tipole stepped aside.

"It must have improved quite a bit."

As Li Yili walked through the gate, she was greeted by a dense array of files, books, and various product prototypes.

“Yes, it only improved by a tiny bit… just enough to barely satisfy our appetites,” Tipor shook his head, glancing past Li Yili and turning his back to the prototypes.

“That’s impossible—” Li Yili frowned.

“Mr. Richard, you are undoubtedly a genius. Looking into your eyes, I feel as if I can glimpse a corner of an incredible world. That is why I blindly believe in you, and even now... I still blindly believe in you. But actual income does not lie.”

Tipor's hands hung down at his sides.

"Why do you think they call me the King of Business?"

"Because I re-cut the basic structure of the Cretaceous sphere using your plan, took the largest part, and distinguished myself from others, I became the 'King' who can make one side lose everything with just a word."

“Yes, that’s why I think you were involved in this,” Li Yili tilted her head. “The king would never tolerate having his power to decide the life and death of others taken away.”

Chapter 103 Dante's reputation is ruined

The hot water washed over her fair, rounded shoulders, and Rebecca couldn't help but straighten her legs and let out a soft moan of pleasure. But when she realized Annie was still there, she immediately pulled her legs back and knelt somewhat awkwardly in the hot spring.

Noticing Rebecca's subtle movements, Annie blinked and smiled helplessly. "Everyone, don't be so nervous. I'm used to it. Besides... my legs aren't what you think."

Ashley, equally reserved with her legs tucked in, awkwardly scratched her face. "No, it's nothing, this is how I soak in hot springs."

Rebecca waved her hand anxiously, "Me too!"

“Miss Ashley, Miss Rebecca, if you emphasize it too much, it will only make me more concerned,” Rebecca tapped her fingers together in front of her. “In fact, I’m already feeling a little sad.”

“I’m sorry,” Ashley shook her head apologetically and relaxed her body.

The rather carefree Rebecca simply sank down, leaving only her eyes sticking out as she blew bubbles.

The smaller Adi stayed silently by Rebecca's side as always.

“It’s alright, this slightly unpleasant matter is over now, let’s talk about something happier,” Anne smiled slightly. “Miss Ashley, what kind of person do you think your father, Tipole Eugene, is?”

“A very capable and wonderful person!” Ashley replied immediately.

"And... how does he compare to Mr. Dante?"

"This……"

Ashley's face flushed slightly, and after hesitating for a while, her body sank down little by little.

"Can't tell the difference?"

“No…whether it’s Mr. Dante or my father, they are the most important people to me. I don’t like comparing them; it’s disrespectful,” Ashley said, pursing her lips.

Annie paused for a moment, then awkwardly twirled her hair.

"Really? I'm sorry."

“I accept your apology. That puts this slightly unpleasant matter behind us. Let’s talk about something happier,” Ashley said, mimicking Anne’s earlier words and shaking her head.

"Oh, is it about Mr. Dante?"

"No—it's about Mr. Yellow Raincoat!" Ashley sat up straight, facing Annie and Rebecca, her eyes shining. "What's your relationship with Mr. Yellow Raincoat?"

"This……"

Anne hesitated, while Rebecca waved her hand quite decisively, "It's the relationship between the owner and the dog."

“Master cough—this, does this mean Miss Rebecca’s hometown husband or partner?” Ashley coughed and gestured somewhat flusteredly.

"Huh? Are there really such bizarre places?"

Ashley swallowed hard, her smile strained. "Probably...no, so Miss Rebecca, you and Mr. Yellow Raincoat, well, Mr. Yellow Raincoat is a..."

Lord, Miss Rebecca, you are, you…