I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

March 7th stood on the periphery of the crowd, chopsticks in his hand suspended in mid-air, mouth open.

Watching the enthusiastic scene of the staff around him banging plates and stomping their feet.

I feel like all the outrageous things I've ever seen in my life combined can't compare to what happened today.

Just then, a clear, crisp sound came from the entrance of the cafeteria.

"What's going on? Why are so many people gathered around? Are they holding an athletic meet for my space station?"

The Black Tower doll stood at the doorway, arms crossed, the hem of her lace maid dress swaying slightly.

Clearly, the side effects of that light cone have not yet subsided.

Himeko and Walter followed behind her, with Danheng standing at the very back with his arms crossed.

The four had clearly just finished the handover procedures and were coming to meet them.

9527 felt like a bullied elementary school student seeing their homeroom teacher the moment they saw the Black Tower.

It immediately abandoned its fighting stance, ran quickly to the Black Tower, and knelt on the ground.

"Ms. Black Tower! Report! Unauthorized commercial activities have been discovered in the cafeteria!"

This person not only illegally charged for signatures, but also attempted to use force against the machine!

The machine was stopped in accordance with the management regulations, but the person refused to cooperate!

Ms. Heta, please activate security procedures immediately!

Its mechanical finger pointed towards the Night.

The black tower looked in the direction it was pointing.

Qi Ye stood in the center of the crowd, his arrogant expression turning into one of utter bewilderment.

The chopsticks in the hands of the surrounding staff members were suspended in mid-air, remaining in a tapping position as if they were tapping their bowls, not daring to move.

Everyone held their breath.

The black tower doll looked at Qiye.

Qi Ye looked at the black tower doll.

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

Then the Black Tower spoke.

"Master, why are you fighting in my dining hall?"

The air in the entire cafeteria seemed to have been sucked out.

9527's brain completely shut down, and it stood up and took three steps back.

The metal skull turned left and right, looking at Qiye and then at the Black Tower.

“Master…Master…Ms. Black Tower, you called him…he is yours…that machine just now…that machine did this to him…”

What did you do to him just now?

Black Tower turned to look at 9527 and asked.

9527 was completely bewildered; it felt like it had accidentally wandered into the Heavenly Palace and was doomed!

I'm afraid that the next day, because he stepped out the door with his left foot first, he'd end up being sold as scrap metal.

"This machine doesn't know he is your owner! This machine doesn't know!"

This information is not in the local database!

9527 bowed several times in a frenzy.

"I'm sorry! This machine was unaware that you are the owner of Lady Black Tower!"

This machine is blind! This machine will make you a new serving of braised pork right now!

No shaking of the ladle! Absolutely no shaking of the ladle! Guaranteed to be at least full!!

Qi Ye looked at the Black Tower, trying his best to keep a blank expression, but the corners of his mouth were already uncontrollably turning up.

He lowered his voice, speaking in a volume only the two of them could hear:

"That Black Tower lady, it was just a minor accident, it really has nothing to do with me."

Black Tower wanted to tell her to shut up, but her mouth automatically corrected itself to:

"Master, please do not speak."

The surrounding staff members were all petrified.

They looked at the master of the space station.

That genius Black Tower, who invented countless cutting-edge technologies and was so proud that he looked down on everyone.

She was wearing a maid outfit and speaking in a maid's voice, calling a guy who had just finished a book signing in the cafeteria "master".

A clerk dropped his chopsticks onto his plate, breaking the silence of the canteen.

"Lady Black Tower calls him Master."

The clerk repeated it in a dreamlike tone.

Then he turned to his colleague next to him, who was also petrified.

"Did you hear that? Lady Black Tower called him master."

I just took a picture of that hero's autograph.

So that hero is Lady Black Tower's master.

Therefore, I possess the signature of the Black Tower Lady's owner.

"What did you say was how much it cost per signature?" another clerk asked.

"Nine hundred."

"...I'll pay double for yours!"

Hei Ta felt annoyed just looking at Qi Ye's face.

She glanced around again; the staff members were still standing there dumbfounded, holding their trays.

Some people didn't dare to pick up their dropped chopsticks, while others remained in a banging-on-the-bowl position, too afraid to move.

But everyone's eyes were darting wildly between her and Qiye.

His eyes were filled with the message, "This is a shocking piece of gossip, come and see!"

She, the dignified Black Tower, the master of the space station, a genius among geniuses, was dressed in a lace maid dress.

Calling a light cone vendor "master" was clearly seen by all the staff in the canteen.

But she didn't explain. Explain what?

The explanation given was that this was a side effect of the light cone technique, and not something she voluntarily requested.

Doesn't that mean admitting you were harmed by a side effect?

She, Black Tower, can't afford to lose face like this.

She simply raised her chin and swept her gaze over all the staff members present with a look of disdain, as if they were ants.

"What are you all looking at? Haven't you ever seen an experimental accident before?"

This genius was testing new equipment and ran into a small problem. What does that have to do with you guys?

"Go back to work after you've finished eating in the cafeteria. If you haven't finished, keep eating. Don't just stand there! Get out of here!"

The staff members, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, scattered like birds and beasts, carrying their meal trays.

People stopped picking up dropped chopsticks and washing unwashed bowls, and in the blink of an eye, the cafeteria was more than half empty.

The clerk who said he would pay double for autographs ran the fastest, stuffing Qiye's autographed card into his pocket as he ran.

9527 tiptoed to pick up the iron spoon that had fallen to the ground, wiped it with his apron, and retreated behind the food serving window.

They put up a sign saying "Service suspended" and then put themselves on silent mode.

In the blink of an eye, only the group from the Starry Sky Train remained in the cafeteria.

Black Tower turned around.

She walked up to Qiye and looked up at him.

Qi Ye was much taller than her, but being stared at from below by those eyes gave her a strange feeling of being looked down upon.

He coughed lightly and took half a step back.

“That, the great Lady Black Tower,”

Qi Ye clasped his hands together, his smile so sincere it bordered on obsequious.

"This is really just a minor side effect, as you just experienced firsthand."

This is nothing for a genius like you, right?

But think about it, any technical problem becomes an entry-level difficulty, and the success rate of invention is close to 100%.

Wearing this light cone while researching technology will make you many times more efficient than before.

Compared to that, these minor side effects are nothing, right?

Black Tower remained silent.

Because what the light cone vendor said was correct.

After she put on the "Genius's Skirt," the energy conversion formula that she had been stuck on for two months came back to her.

The derivation was completed in less than three hours.

In just three hours, she solved a problem that had been bothering her for two months.

Those data that need to be repeatedly verified in normal times.

Now, you can get the results just by thinking about it in your head; you don't even need to do experiments.

So even though she was cursing and swearing, she never took the light cone off.

So this light cone vendor is still standing properly in her space station, instead of being thrown into space.

She snorted, crossed her arms, and held her chin high.

Paired with that maid dress still adorned with lace trim, the effect goes beyond mere haughtiness:

"Whenever you get a new light cone, send it to my lab as soon as possible."

Don't give it to anyone else first!

"no problem!"

Qi Ye's face immediately lit up, and she rubbed her hands together and took half a step forward.

"How about getting a membership card next time?"

Recharge rebates: accumulate 50 million in spending and receive one free trial opportunity for the Light Cone…

“Master, if you say one more word, I will have Estella get the twenty million back.”

"Okay, I'll shut up."

Chapter 25 Setting Sail

Himeko's gaze swept over the subtle distance between Sukiyomi and the Black Tower.

He glanced at Xing pushing up his sunglasses and the relieved expression on March 7's face, and a smile crept onto his lips.

"Alright, the handover procedures on the space station side have all been completed."

If you don't have any other business to handle...

As she spoke, she made a point of glancing back and forth between Qiye and Xing.

"Let's prepare to set sail. Let's go back to the train first."

"Finally, we can go!"

March 7th was the first to respond; she placed the soup bowl on the recycling table.