Chapter 540

Four-Chi Holy Hall

This group of fervent followers of the Four-Cubit Holy Hall surged forward all at once, leaping up and striking the knees of Boteo and Yinzhi with all their strength.

... but the effect was minimal, like using a normal-type skill to attack a steel-type opponent in a game.

After a while of striking, a group of followers had already begun covering their swollen hands and retreated to the side, incredulously watching the unmoving Boteo and Yinzhi.

"Wuu! It hurts, it hurts, my hand hurts…… Why, why?! These giants are actually immune to our faith‑infused attacks?"

Alice Phil

Saber - Saber

Caitlin

Inside Einzbern Castle, Lizleif couldn't help but cover her mouth with her hand, letting out an extremely faint laugh. Her red eyes curved into crescents, and her body trembled uncontrollably from suppressing laughter.

"Oh, sorry, saber……" Her voice still carried unfinished amusement; she wiped her eyes, tears from laughing, "Just… they look so earnest, also so hardworking… like little sprites trying to smash the city walls with candy, kind of…… cute?"

Boteo is fully mechanically augmented, and Yinzhi wears a full set of silver armor…… Only being able to injure them with fists would be considered a problem, right?

"Even if it's just ordinary armor, it's not something the Pipisi can smash with their fists, but I'm really curious what their so‑called "faith‑infused" actually is? Could it be some kind of magic?"

Saber's expression showed no change whatsoever, still stern and serious.

"What magic, Saber? This is just the excuse of a cult organization."

"A cult organization…… is that equivalent to the pagans of our era? Turns out they're just a bunch of people who bewitch hearts."

Di Yuanqiongyu

Chief

Luo Yiluoyi

Pipixi people

"Seeing that the visitors meant no good, the castellan also quickly calmed down, asking the two their purpose. Boteo didn't waste words with them, directly demanding hostages, then telling them to get out of Pinokangni."

"The castellan couldn't tolerate this attitude, immediately ordering the hotel's doors shut and releasing the concealed Shock Dream Troupe. But in front of the people who had just rescued Pinokangni, these little Karami were utterly feeble—Boteo felled them all with two shots."

"How, how could this be? The castellan's divine power, against the giant race that ought to be strong outwardly but weak within, actually appears utterly feeble…" The fervent followers stared in disbelief at what was unfolding before them, "No way, this…… this simply makes no sense! The castellan lord should clearly be the envoy of the Four-Cubit God King, the wise leader of all pocket-sized peoples…"

"What god king, what leader—you've all been duped by this guy, huh?" Boteo leisurely loaded bullets one by one into the chamber, "Heh, by the way, my earlier proposal hasn't expired yet. Give you forty seconds, quickly hand over the hostages! Then get out of my sight, or else you'll be waiting to take bullets."

"Uh… this, this is merely a minor obstacle on our path of cultivation! Don't let these few vile scoundrels block your road to enlightenment! Simply, simply collect a bit more in dues…… Exactly, as long as the Four-Cubit Holy Hall's finances are a bit more ample, defeating these giant peoples is practically a foregone conclusion!"

Strategic Investment Department

"The castellan, unable to contain his anger, roared at Xing: 'Who, who told you to mention Uncle Aodi? Shut up!'"

Botiou's gaze darkened: "Oh? Still not planning to move? Time's running out!"

Seeing that they were about to lose their lives here, a group of Pipi Xi people shouted that they wanted to quit, while Chief Luoyiluoyi angrily denounced them as a bunch of fake believers and complained that Qingque, this woman with a gambling addiction, was an ill omen, then hurriedly fled.

——

The Battle of the Twin Cities.

"Huh? Just this?" Wei let out a dissatisfied sound, brows furrowed tightly: "What the hell? You just chickened out?"

She watched that Pipi Xi person's frantic scramble—rolling and crawling—was downright faster than the giant race he despised and hated.

"I thought someone of privileged background who insists on doing bad deeds would at least have some… uh… hardship? Like family oppression or being looked down upon by the old emperor, but there's nothing at all."

In the break room of the Piltover Police Station, Wei propped her boots on the desk edge, her face showing clear disappointment and confusion: "Look at him, scared out of his wits—just like a frightened Zaun rat. So boring… I thought there'd be some twist, but he's just a pure softie."

Perhaps it's because she's used to the straightforward conflicts of the undercity and the viciousness of biting off a chunk of an opponent even in dire straits; compared to this completely lawless behavior that shows no responsibility when the crunch comes, she only feels a visceral disappointment and disgust.

Compared to sufficiently bad people, Wei despises spineless softies more; if someone's badness has a bottom line and distinctive flair, she actually comes to admire them.

"Wei, what secret hardship could you expect from someone who builds a cult using power and lies, deceives others, and satisfies private desires? And what kind of… backbone could they show?"

Kaitlin's gaze lingered on the door where that Chief had fled and disappeared, her voice cold: "His secret hardship might just be fear of facing legal judgment, losing the adoration of his followers, and fearing his uncle's wrath." Kaitlin narrowed her eyes: "…but none of that can be an excuse for him harming others."

"You're right, little cupcake."

Just thinking that the Chief had the old emperor's backing, not only had he swindled the followers' money, but he could also return to his affluent life at no cost—Wei felt like punching his nose bone to break it.

"Damn… this bastard who throws his weight around just because he's good at reincarnation really pisses me off. Botiou shouldn't have let him go; he should've arrested him and handed him over to the old emperor! Just look at that old geezer who only goes 'heh heh heh heh'—what would he say?"

——

After dealing with the Chief's affair, several people also successfully rescued Qingque and, feeling nostalgic, took a photo together. Afterwards they parted ways; Xing grew weary of the experience… it felt as if this day had been extraordinarily long… long enough to have seen everything. Finally, she simply called back Dennis, who was in the middle of a card game, to take her place and return to work.

After taking over Dennis's card game, Xing hadn't expected that Imperial Wall Jade would be so fun; she planned to teach it to everyone else on the way back to the vehicle.

(Seven people, can't make up two tables… sigh, when will the train crew get a new member?)

"…"

Meanwhile, on the company's private jet.

"Pfft—hahaha! Oh man, I can't… hahaha!" Tuopa struggled to hold back her laughter, and after a while finally caught her breath, she jabbed her elbow hard into Shajin, who was sitting nearby with eyes closed, trying to shut out her laughter.

"Hey! Wake up! Wake up fast!" Tuopa's excitement was practically on par with discovering a new continent: "Tell me! When did you get so good at dancing? This wiggle… tsk tsk, pretty impressive!"

"Dance?" Shajin glanced at Tuopa's phone screen, where she saw herself following Xing, twisting flexibly to the music, and wished she could pull her hat down over her face.

"Director Tuopa, could you put your sharp business mind to work? This is a travel-promotion MV I recently filmed for Pinokangni at the invitation of the Starrail Train."

Shajin tried to define this as a purely official duty: "Aren't they supposed to bring beautiful dreams to the whole universe through exploration? They need some publicity material, so they came to me. This is at most… an ad appearance."

"An ad? Sure, Director Shajin, your rehearsal for the 'Sleepless Night' ad is pretty good—you even have the Foundation Stone transformation scene! On top of that, your expression management is perfect! Your dance moves are flawless! For the next company annual meeting, we've decided you'll represent the Strategic Investment Department's program! How about it, Director Shajin?"