Chapter 958: Does the Black Moon howl? — The roar is unknown to anyone

【Time: After being famous】

【Current total population: 0】

【Total number of conscious life: 2】

Concept-Only Bunker.

The Administrator stands behind the bar, with an irrepressible smile on his face, evil and wicked.

He has a glass in one hand and a rag in the other, cleaning carefully, waiting for guests to come, just like a real bartender.

He is in a black suit, paired with a white shirt, and a black tie tied at the collar.

The only thing that is not harmonious is the left chest.

Some bars do require bartenders to wear badges, which may be the bar's logo or other symbols, to highlight their professional identity and the characteristics of the place.

But that wouldn't be the logo of the ring and three inward arrows, the name "S·C·P Foundation", and the combination of the name "Administrator".

He looks more like a fund manager, a financial analyst, or a salesman who was turned away.

It could also be.

However, neither securities firms, investment banks, nor insurance companies are suitable occasions for one-on-one duels; business wars use other means.

Look here, the walls are made of exquisite bricks, the floor is the smoothest and newest wood, and the jukebox in the corner plays songs that spread throughout the space.

Behind the Administrator is a wall of liquor shelves, filled with all kinds of strong liquor, including everything from before he was famous to after he was famous.

There is an ashtray on the bar, stools in front, and booths on other walls, convenient for guests to sit down.

The oldest human, the holder of the "Balance", set up the stage, went on stage alone, prepared liquor and a shotgun, and waited here early, according to the established script, to play a destined cage match here.

The two sides of the match are a little mouse and a black star destroyer.

There were many mice who inherited a power that could immunize against the star destroyer's world-destroying beam, but now this star destroyer has crashed straight into it; it is really more accidental than winning the lottery.

This is the Administrator's current thought.

This is his only chance. The Foundation built all this early on, arranged it into a gift box, containing firecrackers, waiting for the curious Tom cat to take the initiative to come up and get blown up in the face.

Perhaps out of pity for him, or curiosity about the tenacious Jerry, the supreme god stuck his head into the small dark hole of the gift box.

Now the last mouse in the universe is very happy; he wiped the glass in his hand until it was bright, refracting the gorgeous lights, thinking about what kind of flavor he should prepare so that the other side would also like it.

Tap... tap... tap... footsteps are approaching outside the door.

If you are the only one left in the world, but footsteps sound outside the door, will the one appearing outside the door be another you?

"Come on, the show is about to begin!" The Administrator said dramatically.

The door of the bar opened in response, and a black figure walked in.

"You finally came." The Administrator welcomed.

He turned around and looked at the nemesis and old enemy who had just walked in; it looked like a mass of black smoke in human form.

It is not easy to encounter something that can move in these countless years; even if it is an opponent who is about to fight each other, you can chat first to pass the boredom.

"Need something to drink?"

The Administrator lined up several glasses on the bar, and without waiting for the "Black Moon" to reply, he poured himself a glass of strong liquor first.

"What is this?"

As soon as the "Black Moon" opened its mouth, thousands of whispers exploded at the same time, capturing hearts and souls, inducing madness.

"Of course it's a bar!" The Administrator laughed.

He spread his arms, as if showing off, as if introducing, showing the wall of good wine that represented infinite years to the "Black Moon", letting Him choose.

"Really not coming for a little bit?"

The "Black Moon" stepped forward, both drifting and heavy.

"Why can I speak?"

It was a low roar coming from the structure of His lips.

"Hmm, that's a very interesting question."

The "Black Moon's" doubt made him very satisfied; the Administrator nodded, with a large amplitude.

He waited for this opportunity for explanation, waited for billions of years.

Being able to let the "Black Moon" ask questions, and explaining everything like all the battles before comics, is more proud than anything else he has done.

Really.

The Administrator pushed open the small wooden door of the bar and walked from behind the bar to the front, walking while using rich arm movements to emphasize his point of view.

"Look, this whole space we are standing in is a concept-only bunker—no, a concept-only bunker."

"Everything here, including you and me, is just information."

But the "Black Moon" denied everything.

"Meaningless."

He walked toward the Administrator, forcing the latter back.

Jerry can certainly play with Tom cat, but the cat is always the natural enemy of the mouse, not to mention that the body of this cat is a star destroyer, far more terrifying than a cat. ===== CHAPTER 960 =====