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Wuthering Waves: Transmigrating with the Ten Shadows Technique
Wuthering Waves: I Don't Really Want to Be the Villain
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At the cliff edge.
Zeig bent down, reached out a finger pointing at Reibini, and grinned viciously:
"I'm warning you—drag the draft again and there'll be absolutely no good fruit for you to eat! Got it memorized?"
"I know, I know…" Reibini knelt on the ground, trembling with fear:
"I'll definitely listen to the Executive Officer, behave properly, and never drag the draft again! If I mess up again, you can come personally execute me!!"
"Good boy, teachable." Zeig nodded in satisfaction, took the scroll from nearby, and tossed it to Otto.
"Bishop, let's head back. Stick this up and we can promote another wave!"
Otto caught the scroll and smiled:
"Oh? Not going to look for Kiana? What if she really got lost?"
"No worries. As long as she doesn't leave the planet, we can find her after work! My baby Judgment of Shamash and I are linked—I'm not panicking."
"Hehe, understood."
…
Belobog.
After passing through the Administrative District plaza, Zeig stepped into the museum.
After handing the scroll to Yordan, Otto turned into light particles and vanished.
Why, you ask.
…
"Great, all three of you disappeared, making me search everywhere!" Pela stood to the side, glaring angrily at Zeig.
Because Zeig and the other two had all left, the museum had fallen into complete chaos.
Pela found out and quickly called in a squad of Silvermane Guards to temporarily hold the fort.
For now, the Bishop wasn't needed anymore.
"Heh, since the Silvermane Guards can come help, why do we even need to hire anyone!" Zeig looked like he'd discovered a new continent.
"Pfft! Is that what the Guards are for? Do they not have their own duties anymore? Spending every day messing around in the museum with you?"
Nearby, Yordan held the scroll, looked at it for a while, then nodded in satisfaction:
"Mm, Executive Officer, this painting is excellent! Putting it in the exhibition area will definitely leave people full of praise."
"Forget it." Pela narrowed her eyes to slits:
"Let them keep playing around like this, and I think this museum really will have to shut down!"
Zeig was a lunatic, March 7th wasn't reliable either, and now the only one who hadn't shown up was Dan Heng.
Pela felt that compared to the first two, Dan Heng at least seemed somewhat dependable.
Speaking of which, this museum was really just a side gig set up by the two Supreme Guardians to funnel money to the Astral Express crew, yet even this money-sending project had turned into this mess.
How incompetent could they be.
"Miss Pela, no need to get so worked up!" Zeig spread his hands:
"It's just a tiny little accident. Trust me—we'll definitely grow big and strong, reach new heights!"
"Damn, where do you get that confidence?"
"If it really comes to it, I'll just summon the Taixu Sword God right over Belobog! If they won't come visit, I'll drop the sword and we all die together!"
"…"
Pela silently walked over to Zeig's side, took his arm, and spoke in a gentle tone:
"Babe, it's just a management game—no need to go that far."
"But you said our museum is going to shut down. I'm really worried."
"No such thing. Look—we're thriving right now, aren't we?"
Pela pointed to the tourists passing by them one after another and smiled:
"See? Foot traffic is obviously huge! Relax… believe in yourself. You can do it."
Suddenly, a nearby child tripped over a pit in the ground.
"Ouch, that hurts…"
The kid fell down, slowly got up, and patted his clothes with small hands.
The mother hurried over, squatted down, and checked the child's body.
"Oh my, my little one, are you okay? I told you playing games would ruin your eyes—even on flat ground you fall!"
"Mama… I'm not blind, you're the one who's blind." The child said weakly.
Squelch—!!
Under Zeig and Pela's gaze, the mother smacked the little boy hard on the head and scolded:
"How are you talking to me? What did they teach you at school? Oh~ I get it now. Must be all those games—really harmful stuff!"
"No… Mama, didn't you see the two pits on the ground?"
"?"
The mother looked down at the boy's feet.
Indeed, there were two small black holes.
"Such tiny holes tripped you?"
"They… they interfered with my studying. My brain was constantly thinking, and when my toe hit the little hole, it halted my original train of thought. Then I entered a new line of thinking: 'Why does the sensation feel different?' So I paused for a second, lost balance, and fell."
The old mother nodded, suddenly enlightened:
"So that's it. My son really is extraordinary—things he says even Mom can't understand at all!"
"…"
The little boy pursed his lips.
"So you're saying you fell because of these two holes?"
"Yes."
After getting a firm confirmation, the old mother slowly stood up.
She looked around and shouted loudly:
"What kind of museum is this! Truly harmful! My son fell because of it—he's supposed to get into a top university in the future. If he's injured, can you afford to compensate?!"
Instantly, all the surrounding tourists' gazes focused on her.
Zeig couldn't help but sigh:
"Sigh, Miss Pela, see? Our museum is doomed. Guess we really have to shut down."
"No—absolutely not to that point yet!" Pela pulled out her pistol, chambered a round, hurried over to the old mother, and said gravely:
"What's with you? Why are you yelling! If something's wrong, talk to the Guards. Shouting so loud—I thought a thief got in!"
"It is a thief—!! How is it not a thief?" The old mother turned around and wailed at Pela:
"These two little holes affected my child's thinking. Do you know about the butterfly effect? It might even rob my son of his chance to get into a prestigious university later! It stole my son's future! Isn't that a thief?"
"…"
At that, Pela's gaze slowly lowered.
They were two small black holes, looking like bullet holes of some kind.
She silently looked at her own pistol.
"…"
The old mother pressed on relentlessly:
"Hmph! If you don't give sufficient compensation, we'll never come to this museum again!"
"Oh." As soon as the old mother finished speaking, Pela raised her pistol and aimed at the ground.
"Bang bang—!!"
Two new bullet holes instantly appeared on that section of floor—now there were four.
Pela blew on the barrel, completely nonchalant:
"There, I avenged you. Executed them both."
"Th-This isn't even execution! You didn't even hit them right!"
The old mother looked at the ground and narrowed her eyes:
"You just added accomplices to these two holes—now there are four. What kind of revenge is this? Is this the attitude you use when handling things?!"
"…"
Pela was silent for a moment, then crooked her finger to the side.
Soon, several Silvermane Guards came over with tools, pried up that entire section of flooring, and handed it to the old mother.
The old mother held the floorboard with four holes, completely dumbfounded: "Th-This is… what?"
"We've handed the criminals over to you. Kill or dismember them as you please."
"…"
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