After eliminating the Doomsday Beast, the greatest crisis at the space station finally came to an end.
Zeig also became famous throughout the space station, with many people coming up to talk to him.
"Mr. Zeig, where are you from? What do you like to eat? What are your hobbies?"
"Hello, Master Zeig. You're so powerful—have you considered joining the Interastral Peace Corporation? Here's our contact information…"
"Heh, what kind of nonsense master? I barely felt that sword—you're all just fooled by the special effects."
"Question: does someone as powerful as Mr. Zeig still need to use the bathroom?"
"Master Zeig, do you like men? I can…"
Along the way, Zeig was surrounded so tightly that not even water could leak through.
Helplessly, he had to stop.
"Sigh, everyone is really too enthusiastic."
He looked at the crowd around him and then said:
"How about this—I'm already very tired today, so I'll just casually answer three people's questions."
As soon as he spoke, everyone grew excited.
They eagerly raised their hands one after another.
Watching this, March 7th shook her head from the side: "Tch, what's so great about it? I helped a lot too, okay."
The noisy voices drowned out March 7th's words, while Zeig's face was filled with a smug smile.
"Then let's pick the first one—you!"
Zeig pointed at the most beautiful female researcher in the crowd.
The female researcher was stunned, then pointed at herself.
"What—me?!"
She immediately straightened up and asked:
"Mr. Zeig, what are your thoughts on this Antimatter Legion invasion?"
Zeig snorted coldly and answered:
"A mere Antimatter Legion is nothing but the destructive whims of the Aeon of Destruction. Humanity is growing stronger day by day. With people like us around, we will surely thrive forever and have nothing to fear!"
In an instant, thunderous applause erupted from the crowd.
Clap clap clap clap clap——!!
"Well said! This damn Antimatter Legion is nothing to worry about!"
"Exactly—even if they're strong, didn't our space station survive?"
"Does someone as powerful as Master Zeig still need to use the bathroom?"
"Long live Master Zeig!!"
March 7th stood off to the side, utterly speechless.
They had clearly agreed to take him to tour the Express first, but here he was showing off.
If he weren't going to be her future companion, she would have left long ago.
"Heh, men."
Zeig didn't hear March 7th's complaint and remained immersed in the enthusiastic atmosphere.
"Alright, next is the second question. I'll still pick randomly—who's the lucky one this time?"
He stretched out his hand and pointed forward.
"You!"
"Ah? Me?!"
The one who voiced confusion was once again that same most beautiful female researcher.
She pointed at her own pretty face, somewhat in disbelief.
But she quickly recovered and continued her question.
"Oh, oh—Mr. Zeig, my question is: with strength as great as yours, what are your plans for the future?"
This was something everyone else was curious about too.
What would Master Zeig, capable of such a devastating strike, do next?
"Haha, great question."
Zeig smiled and answered:
"The greater the power I possess, the more guilty I feel. I was merely fortunate to be chosen by this power. There are millions upon millions of people far more hardworking and outstanding than me, yet this honor chose only me."
"I've always believed that with great power comes great responsibility. I am merely a spokesperson for everyone's consciousness. Naturally, from now on, I will fight for humanity."
"Fight for all the beauty in the world!"
With those words.
Another wave of enthusiastic applause rang out.
Clap clap clap clap clap clap——!!
"Waaah, Master Zeig is too humble—both powerful and modest. Humanity needs exactly this kind of person!"
"Master, I've achieved enlightenment!"
"Does an existence as powerful as Mr. Zeig still need to use the bathroom?"
"Mr. Zeig said it so well—waaah—for all the beauty in the world. I'm going to write that down and recite it a hundred times a day."
Asta: "…"
At that moment, Asta, the station master of Herta Space Station, also noticed the commotion and came over to March 7th's side, marveling alongside her.
Asta crossed her arms: "What's his relationship with Capote—brothers? How is he even better at showing off than Capote?"
March 7th sneered: "Hmph, it's just pretty words—who can't say those?"
Zeig's thick skin clearly exceeded the two girls' imaginations.
After the noise gradually quieted down a bit, Zeig gently pressed his hands downward.
"Alright, alright everyone—quiet down. Next is the last question. I'll still pick someone randomly."
Everyone fell silent.
Under their expectant gazes, Zeig pointed with his finger.
"It's you!"
That most beautiful female researcher opened her mouth wide: "Uh—me again?"
Seeing everyone staring at her, her pretty face turned bright red.
She… she had no more questions to ask.
"Aaaah, that's enough!" March 7th rushed into the crowd, grabbed Zeig's arm, and dragged him out.
"Aren't you embarrassed?"
Zeig was stunned for a moment—he still wasn't quite done.
"Comrade, since we come from the people, we must return to the masses. Just answering questions—I don't mind."
"Mind my foot!"
March 7th was about to explode.
Himeko, Uncle Yang, Dan Heng, and the others had long gone off to their own business, leaving her alone to show Zeig around the Express.
And this guy was addicted to showing off.
Little March pulled Zeig's arm and said seriously: "Listen—I'm telling you, fame and praise are all empty! We can't stay at the space station forever, you know?"
She was genuinely afraid Zeig might get the wrong idea and decide to stay at the space station.
Then how would she face Uncle Yang and the others?
Zeig suddenly understood: "I get it. What you mean is…"
Seeing Zeig come to his senses, March 7th felt relieved. Her pink-blue eyes curved into a smile—only to freeze immediately.
"I should ask for something more tangible and practical, right?"
March 7th: "?"
"Fame and praise are ultimately empty. I need to get some real, touchable benefits—I've got it!"
Zeig directly shook off March 7th's desperate grip and strode back.
"Hey, hey—you guy!!" March 7th looked on in disbelief.
She hurriedly followed.
Zeig walked quickly. The crowd, still wanting more, went wild with joy upon seeing him return.
But Zeig didn't even glance at them—he went straight to Asta, who had been watching the show from the side, and stood in front of her.
Asta was taken aback: "Eh? Y-you, what are you doing?"
Her pleasant voice now carried a hint of confusion.
Zeig: "March 7th said I should ask you for some money."
"I can't believe this!" March 7th, rushing over, heard this and turned completely red.
What the heck?!
Don't make it sound like I told you to come ask for money—I still have my dignity!
Asta thought for a moment and murmured:
"So that's it? We really should pay some compensation. Though we already gave Himeko a large sum of credits earlier to thank the Express crew. But since you defeated the Doomsday Beast, you deserve another sum. March is right."
March 7th was furious. Her pink-blue eyes widened as she stood beside them and shouted:
"It really wasn't me! Do I look like someone greedy for money? Hey, pay attention to me—did you mute my mic or something!"
Asta looked seriously at Zeig:
"Then how much would be appropriate? I don't have much experience with this."
Zeig blurted out:
"One million."
Asta: "Pick another number. I, uh… anyway, that amount is a bit difficult."
Zeig: "Then ten billion."
March 7th: "How did it get even higher!"
Asta pondered for a moment and nodded.
"Alright."
March 7th: "?"
…