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

Seele retorted, hands on her hips, then secretly took half a step forward and added in a low voice, "..."

"Actually, I think Sister March 7th is pretty good, she's really not a planet... Why did you flick my forehead!"

"Because you should play it."

Qi Ye withdrew her hand, her expression calm.

"gone."

Danheng's voice was as concise and to the point as ever.

He had been waiting for quite a while before finally speaking up to urge them on.

Qiye stood up, waved to everyone one last time, and then turned and followed.

March 7th was standing next to him, glancing at his relaxed expression:

“You’re not sad at all, but Xi’er’s eyes are red.”

"Who says I'm not sad?"

Qiye said

"I picked her up, how could I not be sad?"

But she's grown up and has her own path to follow.

As a father, I can't very well cry at the city gate! That would be too embarrassing.

March 7th stared at him in silence for a long while, then raised the camera, aimed it at his face, and pressed the shutter.

Qi Ye was blinded by the flash and protested, covering her eyes:

"What are you filming for!"

On March 7th, looking down at the photos she had just taken, a smug smile appeared on her lips: "A keepsake."

The title is simply "The Weakness of a Shady Merchant." This picture is worth 50,000 credits; you'll have to pay double if you want to delete it.

After saying that, he grabbed his camera and ran quickly toward the landing module.

……

"I'm finally back!"

On March 7th, he was the first to step into the train, collapsing onto the sofa and letting out a long sigh of relief.

Pam peeked out from the other end of the corridor and, seeing everyone return unharmed, excitedly rubbed her little hands together several times.

"Pam! You're finally back! Pam has been glued to the communication screen every day, afraid of missing a single message from you!"

Himeko's gaze swept over everyone, and she spoke with a smile:

"Welcome back, the pioneering mission of Yalilo-VI was completed beautifully..."

Before she could finish speaking, a burst of wild laughter erupted from deep within the observation car.

Himeko's smile faltered.

Walter strode out of the carriage.

With arms outstretched, the hem of his trench coat swung behind him in a defiant arc:

"Hahahaha! The loyal train has welcomed back its king!"

Himeko's gaze fell back on Welt, looking at the man in front of her with his arms outstretched.

A middle-aged man with an arrogant smile on his lips, exuding an aura of "I am the best in the world".

Question:

"Walter, are you feeling unwell?"

"Please call me Yang Chaoyue!"

Walter pushed up his glasses, the curve of his lips so exaggerated it looked like he could flip the entire carriage over.

"I feel incredibly good right now, absolutely amazing!"

Do you still have any coffee? Give me a cup!

I used to avoid coffee because I wanted to keep a low profile, but now I don't need to keep a low profile anymore!

"I am the strongest fighter on the train; what can a mere cup of coffee do to me?"

Himeko remained silent for a while, then gave a gentle smile, turned around and poured herself a cup of coffee from the pot.

Qi Ye noticed the color of the coffee in the cup.

The coffee that knocked everyone out on the train last time was poured from the same pot.

Himeko handed the coffee to Walter.

Walter took the glass, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp, his movements as graceful as an ancient hero drinking a farewell toast.

Then his smile froze.

That arrogant and overbearing face was still in the position of laughing loudly, but the pupils had already lost focus.

His body fell backward in slow motion, his back hitting the sofa armrest.

It slid down the cushion to the floor with a dull thud.

His eyes were closed, and the arrogant smile still lingered on his lips, but he had completely lost consciousness.

A golden light cone card popped out from his body.

It rolled half a circle on the ground and stopped at Himeko's feet.

The human-shaped pattern with its head held high flickered slightly under the light before going out completely.

The side effects of the light cone were relieved, but at the cost of a cup of coffee.

Himeko bent down to pick up the card, turned it over to look at it, and then looked up, her gaze falling on Suya.

March 7th peeked half her face out from under the sofa cushions, looking at him with a "good luck" expression.

Dan Heng had his back to everyone, but his shoulders were trembling very slightly and very quickly.

Xing covered her eyes, but her open fingers made it seem as if she wasn't covering them at all.

"Rest at Night".

Himeko's voice remained gentle, and a smile still lingered on her lips.

But Qiye felt a chill run down his spine from that smiling face.

"Was this light cone the one you sold to Walter?"

"……Yes."

Qi Ye swallowed hard.

"So, what explanation do you have for turning Walter into Yang Chaoyue?"

I have time to listen now.

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Chapter 72 Revenge

Qi Ye took a deep breath and straightened her back.

A tragic expression appeared on his face, like that of a martyr about to bravely face death.

I have nothing more to say.

Please act quickly.

Himeko smiled faintly.

The smile was even gentler than before, yet Qi Ye felt a sudden tightness in her heart for no apparent reason.

Himeko didn't reply. She turned around, picked up the coffee pot, poured out another cup of dark coffee, and steadily placed it in front of him.

"Then there's no need to write a report."

"Just drink it."

Qiye stared at the coffee in front of her.

It was exactly the same as the cup that had knocked Walter out earlier.

He swallowed hard, feeling like he was about to cry but had no tears left!

"...Can I write a report?"

The kind with 5,000 words.

No, ten thousand words!

"I guarantee that I will fully recognize my mistake."

Himeko held the coffee, her smile gentle, but her eyes held an unyielding gaze.

"What do you say?"

Looking at her "I've already given you the choice" attitude, Qi Ye felt a chill run down her spine.

He glanced at March 7th next to him, whose eyes clearly read "May you have good fortune."

Qi Ye felt utterly hopeless. She reached out and took the cup of deadly coffee, bringing it to her lips.

He took a deep breath, bracing himself for torture.

The next second, he tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

The moment the scalding liquid slid down my throat, an extreme taste sensation exploded.

Qi Ye put down the empty cup, opened his mouth, and tried to say something to complain.

But the next moment, his consciousness seemed to be forcibly pulled out of his body, and he floated lightly in mid-air.

My vision blurred rapidly, and the surrounding scenery gradually darkened.

Finally, what catches the eye is Himeko's ever-gentle and composed smile.

His body went limp, and he fell straight backward, the back of his head hitting the armrest of the sofa with a dull thud.

He closed his eyes tightly.

A stubborn, tragic smile still lingered at the corners of his mouth, as if to say, "I have faced death with equanimity and have no regrets."

Xing leaned closer, looking down quietly at the unconscious Qi Ye on the floor.

"He lasted longer than Uncle Yang."

March 7th immediately came over curiously, blinking her eyes and asking questions.

"How long did it last?"

"Three seconds."

Xing answered truthfully.

March 7th looked on in astonishment and continued to press for answers.

"What about Uncle Yang?"

"One second."

March 7th paused for two seconds, then couldn't help but burst out laughing, feeling both speechless and amused.

"...So, he actually won?"

She crouched down and gently poked Qi Ye's unresponsive cheek with her finger.

"Is he really alright?"

"I hope Himeko-nee's dark coffee won't cause me any problems?"

"fine."

Himeko put down her coffee cup, regaining her usual composure.

"Let him get a good night's sleep and he'll recover. You two, take him back to his room to rest."