Chapter 166: Who Doesn't Have a Side Hustle?
Before their old classmates could even react, Shirazawa waved his hand and swept everyone into his alternate dimension.
Now was certainly not the time for catching up.
"Leest, stay here and keep an eye on your brother. If he completely loses his mind, remember to beat him back to his senses."
"Don't worry, Master, Leest can do it."
Leest patted her chest to guarantee it to Shirazawa, causing a sudden surge of shifting waves.
Shiraori glanced at her, saying nothing. She merely lamented in her heart that children were always at their cutest when they were little; once they grew up, nothing was left but disappointment.
"White One, I'm leaving the Tenth Army to your free command. Don't let a single elf escape."
"By your command, my Lord!"
She answered in a ringing voice. Then, she swiftly melted into the battlefield.
The true elves were all Potimas's dependents; aside from their teacher, not a single one was innocent. Letting even one slip away could potentially allow Potimas to escape by possessing them through a soul fragment. Upholding the principle of preferring to kill by mistake over letting them get away, the white legion completely surrounded the Elf Village, setting up a slaughter array.
The mecha army and the elven troops rushed forward in an endless stream, but the outcome was naturally like an egg hitting a stone. The peak combat forces of the world had gathered here, giving Potimas more than enough face.
"Let's keep moving. The old elf's methods definitely don't stop here. To prevent any further complications, it's best to eliminate him as quickly as possible," Shirazawa suggested.
Back then, strategic-grade weapons capable of destroying the world like the G-Fleet and the G-Meteo were things Potimas could casually draw up blueprints for. How much more so for a Potimas who had accumulated resources for thousands of years? He absolutely possessed a mountain of black tech in his hands; his methods went far beyond this.
"Very well," Ariel agreed with a nod.
In the upcoming battle, no matter how many subordinates they brought along, their utility would be microscopic. Thus, the four of them broke into the heart of the elven territory entirely on their own.
*Rumble, rumble!*
After walking for dozens of miles, the earth began to vibrate, and towering ancient trees began to collapse. A massive metal gate slowly slid open on the ground, and a circular platform rose up, presenting a mecha Gundam that bore a striking resemblance to Optimus Prime right before the four of them.
"Does Potimas have nothing better to do? Why build this kind of crap for no reason," Ariel muttered.
"A man's romance—you wouldn't understand."
Shirazawa, on the other hand, was quite interested in this large-scale figure. It was just that the styling was a bit of a letdown; it probably went for a utilitarian design, making its appearance somewhat ugly. Everywhere across its entire body where weapons could be installed, a massive number of gun ports had been placed, looking savage and crude.
"Since you're interested, you handle it then."
"A piece of cake. It just so happens that my place is lacking a small ornament."
Shirazawa did not refuse. It wouldn't take much time anyway.
"Dimensional Portal!"
The turbine at the chest of the mecha Gundam rapidly built up pressure, and energy quickly surged through its limbs and bones; it looked as if it was about to fire an energy blast. In the end, Shirazawa simply opened an alternate dimension portal, forcibly stuffing this figure into his bag.
Who the hell doesn't have a side hustle, right?
It was another day of zero-dollar shopping, absolutely wonderful.
*—The rain patters outside the window~*
*—It's still falling there after three days and three nights~*
*—Just like you, my favorite one~*
*—Not picking up the phone for three days and three nights~*
*—Could it be that this love is just gone, is this your answer...*
...
"Strange, where is this BGM coming from?"
A cluster of question marks popped up over the heads of the other three.
Shirazawa silently hoisted the speakers onto his shoulder, walking at the absolute front of the group.
Accompanied by bursts of rhythmic music, a large number of bizarrely shaped giant Gundams emerged from the ground once more. For every one that came, Shirazawa took it; for every one that came, he took it; for every one that came...
Shoutout to the top donor, Big Brother Potimas, for sending the Carnival gift.
Family, let's smash that follow button for our top donor.
...
It had to be said that the old elf's collection was truly massive. Shirazawa's hands grew sore just from receiving the gifts.
"The old elf should be right down here."
With the farce over, the four of them arrived at the true core area of the elven race. They could clearly perceive that a massive space had appeared deep underground. Obviously, this had to be Potimas's true lair.
Ariel slammed a fist down, smashing the ten-meter-thick metal gate into absolute pieces, revealing a straight tunnel.
Just as the four of them were about to step forward, the underground base suddenly rumbled as if it had been activated. In a split second, three pitch-black, teardrop-shaped spheres flew out, trailing long tail fins as they soared toward outer space.
"This is..."
Gulie's brow furrowed tightly, an ominous premonition welling up in his heart.
"In all probability, they're weapons capable of destroying the world so everyone perishes together."
Shirazawa instantly thought of the G-Meteo from back then, a freakish weapon capable of pulling an asteroid to destroy the world.
Upon hearing these words, Gulie made a decisive split-second judgment to abandon killing the old elf, giving chase toward one of the teardrops instead. Compared to taking revenge, his resolve leaned far more toward protecting humanity on behalf of Goddess Sariel. He absolutely would not allow the world guarded by the Goddess to be destroyed.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Textbook simp behavior."
Shirazawa clicked his tongue, expressing immense speechlessness toward Gulie's actions. If he were Gulie, he definitely would have wiped out humanity right from the start. That way, the Goddess would no longer have any obligation to protect the planet, thereby gaining her freedom. Or he could have used other methods to achieve the goal, rather than silently wiping the Goddess's ass, ultimately leaving himself incredibly moved by his own actions.
It was entirely meaningless.
"What do we do about the remaining two?"
Ariel looked toward Shiraori. She was worried that if the teardrops destroyed the world, it would cause the system to collapse, and Lord Sariel, who served as the system's core, would also be dragged down.
"The system isn't that fragile, but the subsequent cleanup will become much more troublesome. So, it's still best to stop the teardrops if possible."
"In case Potimas is hiding inside one to escape, it's not entirely impossible either."
Shiraori voiced her thoughts, and finally, the two of them turned their gazes toward Shirazawa.
"Alright, alright, alright, I'll go give chase, okay?"
Shirazawa raised both hands, signaling his surrender.
"I'll go as well, just to be safe."
The final decision was made: Shiraori would handle the last teardrop.
Before leaving, she patted Ariel on the shoulder. All obstacles along the path of vengeance had been cleared away. What remained was the time to bring things to a definitive end.
Looking at the two who were flying into outer space, Ariel felt inexplicably touched. Looking back at the past, they went from enemies to friends, and finally became an existence akin to family. How many years had it been? Their relationship had actually grown this deep.
When the matters here were settled, shouldn't she also retire and find a quiet, peaceful place to properly enjoy life with Sariel and everyone else?
A beautiful picture flashed across her mind, but it was quickly tucked away into the depths of her heart. There would be an opportunity. But right now...
"Potimas, my good father, isn't it about time you came out to meet your daughter?"
Ariel gazed down into the deep, dark underground cavern, her indifferent voice piercing straight through to the earth's core.
Deep underground.
Inside a massive culture vessel, a withered old man soaking in nutrient fluid slowly opened his cold eyes.
"To think you could actually make it this far, it really is surprising. Heheh..."
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