Chapter 494: The Moment Boothill Breaks Defense!
Boothill had originally been leaning back against the headrest in an exceptionally dashing manner.
Arms spread wide, resting casually on the armrests on both sides.
He had been comfortably watching his own story unfold.
However.
His part had only just begun!
And he was already infected by a meme attack?!
Every single one of his fudge-packers had turned into a banana!
Not only that!
The players in the livestream chat were frantically spamming mockery without restraint!
Boothill did a full-on tactical lean forward.
His eyes nearly popped out of his skull!
"Fudge this fork."
"Is this for real?"
"So I showed up just to show off how badass this meme virus is, huh?"
The story continued.
......
Boothill bid farewell to Micah, promising he wouldn't stir up trouble in Dreamflux Reef.
Soon after, he stumbled upon the testing site for the Slumbernana Monkey Academy.
A member named "Slumbernana Monkey Academy Modern 347" blocked Boothill's path.
"Hold on, friend. Here for the Slumbernana Monkey Academy event?"
"Got your membership card? What's your ID number?"
Boothill glared. "What kind of banana crap is this?"
"Another trend-chaser… Turn back. This place is only for friends who truly love the Slumbernana Monkeys."
"Listen, pal, don't make me say it twice. I just love bananas to death. Watch yourself, don't overcomplicate things—"
Boothill drew his revolver right away!
The muzzle was shoved almost directly against the Academy member's nose.
The chat was buzzing wildly.
…
"With his Synesthesia Beacon altered again, I can barely tell what Shark Boothill is trying to say anymore."
"Looks like he's genuinely infected this time. Everything is bananas [ sad ]"
"Stop bullying Booty [ crying loudly ]"
"Who would've thought that with a body of steel and a memory chip for a brain, your magic resistance would be so low! [ Galaxy Ranger Boothill ]"
"A Boothill without 'fudge', 'fork', and 'meow meow meow' is like a Trailblazer without a trash can and a baseball bat."
"Sweet Talk is truly essential. Right now, Boothill doesn't sound threatening at all."
…
Glancing at the chat again.
Boothill's teeth itched with rage!
Fudge my leg!
Change it back right now!
Even I feel awkward listening to this!
......
Having promised Micah to keep the peace as much as possible.
Boothill eventually holstered his gun.
He decided to scout ahead.
He'd find another way to sneak into the Slumbernana Monkey Academy and see what fishy business was going on.
Soon.
A familiar figure appeared ahead.
"We, run. we, stride——. ~"
A little girl was diligently practicing her singing.
And the one teaching her beside her was an elegant, beautiful acquaintance!
…
"Robin! Long time no see!"
"Robin baby, the Goddess of Beauty descends!"
"[ Hope Is the Thing With Feathers ]"
"Sunday: Not good!"
"Sunday in prison, sleeping: Aaaah [ bolts upright ], the Astral Express is about to run me over!"
"Robin, I'm your biggest fan~~~"
…
Robin smiled gently. "Mm, that was wonderful."
"By the way, may I check your throat and body?"
"Though you learn very quickly, this is still quite a demanding vocal technique. You need to take good care of your voice."
A tuning visual effect flickered past.
Robin showed a look of relief. "Everything is fine, I was just worrying too much. You're very healthy."
At this moment.
Boothill swaggered over.
He teased, "Well, look at that. Didn't expect to run into a superstar in a place like this."
Seeing Boothill, the little girl immediately shrank closer to Robin.
She poked half her head out, eyeing this strange uncle warily.
"Don't be afraid. This uncle, Pompom is a good person. Why don't you go play over there for a bit?" Robin comforted her.
Relieved, the little girl ran off instantly.
Boothill was stunned.
"What did you call me? Pom?"
…
"[ Uncle ]"
"Boothill: Take a good look at this handsome, chiseled face. You call a guy like this an uncle?"
"Hahaha, look at Boothill pointing at himself in disbelief."
"He thought Robin was calling him by a cute nickname."
"Robin: You're actually kinda adorable."
"Got it, Boothill's full name: Taro Popo."
"It's Shark Boothill [ confirmed ]"
…
On the spot.
Boothill's mouth twitched.
His eyes rolled so far back they nearly hit the ceiling!
Before this,
It was just the players haphazardly giving him stupid, goofy nicknames!
And now!
Even the Halovian had started using homophone puns in the story!
She actually made me call myself Pompom?!
Where is the justice in this?
Where is the law?!
A righteous, cunning outlaw like me is practically being treated as your mascot!
Fortunately,
Robin didn't dwell on the subject.
......
"That's true. Perhaps 'Mister' would have been more appropriate?"
"Mr. Boothill, it seems you've paused your journey here after that incident. Have you been enjoying your time in Penacony?"
Hearing this,
Boothill let out a bitter, exasperated laugh. "Enjoying? Banana! It's been one piece of crap after another."
Robin's gaze sharpened.
"Mr. Boothill, you are… wait, what?"
She keenly noticed something amiss!
Taking a step forward.
She channeled her tuning powers.
"The fudge are you doing?"
The moment the words left his mouth.
Boothill was instantly overjoyed!
"Meow! Meow meow? Ha—it's finally back!"
Watching the scene unfold, Boothill went: "…"
Here it goes again!
He was utterly numb.
So in this patch's story,
I'm just part of your little comedy bit, huh?
A dignified Galaxy Ranger, reduced to comic relief!
Without even looking at the chat, he knew.
These players had to be fiercely spamming "Sweet Talk" right now!
…
"His eyes cleared right up!"
"A miracle cure, Doctor Bird!"
"Look at the boy so happy he's meowing."
"Those meows almost killed me laughing hahahahahahahahaha…"
"Does anyone else think Boothill looks like a tuxedo cat?"
"Boothill: I fudge your leg! You think I'm a kitty just 'cause I haven't bared my fangs? If I don't crawl through the screen and love you to death, how can I even call myself a Galaxy Ranger!"
"This story is hilarious…"
"Putting myself in Boothill's shoes, I feel like I'd go crazy too."
......
Through the conversation with Robin, one fact was confirmed.
—This Slumbernana Monkey Academy was definitely suspicious!
Next up.
There were two ways to enter the Academy.
The first was the proper way: taking the entrance exam.
The second was stealing a membership card to march right in.
Streamer Little Gui thought for a moment.
And made her decision.
"We're in Boothill's shoes right now, so let's think about what Boothill would do…"
"Steal a card, of course!"
"Make way, you cute little gatekeeper!"
Little Gui slammed her hand onto the desk.
The impact shook her webcam.
Watching in real-time.
Boothill nodded in full agreement!
"Nice! That's how it's done!"
"Who takes a Wubbaboo test? Stealing one is way more efficient!"
Grabbing his phone.
He casually sent a donation gift.
[ Crit Shot Every Time sent 10 Diting Storms to the streamer and left a message: You truly inherited my style! If you ever fail in the streaming business, feel free to join us Galaxy Rangers! ]