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Chapter 1723 Props and Weapons
Chapter 1723 Props and Weapons
Footsteps echoed through the empty metal corridor.
This is a corridor that seems to have no end. The entire corridor is covered with an unknown metal sheet and fixed with rivets. Every 13 meters there is a dim, flickering ceiling light.
Heather walked leisurely down the corridor, seemingly unafraid of any traps or ambushes.
With his current strength, he has no need to fear such low-level tactics; he is truly a master of his craft.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, the surrounding scenery remained exactly the same, even the frequency of the dim yellow lights flickering was almost identical.
Heather stopped in her tracks, her tone impatient: "Is this how you treat your guests? I'll tear down this lousy hallway."
As if in response to Heather's words, a door suddenly appeared silently at the end of the previously empty corridor where there was no visible exit.
This door was also made of metal, without a doorbell, a peephole, or even a notepad for slipping envelopes inside. Instead, it was covered with a large number of crooked pieces of sheet metal, patched together and fixed to the door with rivets, as if forcibly sealing up all the gaps and cracks in the door.
With a creak, sensing Heather's gaze, the door slowly opened on its own, revealing endless darkness at the entrance.
Heather strode into the doorway, and as his figure completely disappeared into the darkness, the battered yet patched-up door slammed shut.
On the other side, Heather walked inside and found that it was a small garage.
The garage had no windows leading to the outside; the only exit was the door behind him, and the overhead incandescent light emitted a cold glow.
Rick Sanchez, still dressed in his unkempt white lab coat, sat with his back to Heather in a simple folding chair, silently staring at the blackboard hanging on the garage wall.
Following Rick's gaze, Heather noticed that the blackboard was covered with nonsensical formulas and words, and a photograph was pasted in the very center of the blackboard.
The photo shows Rick and another person. Rick has a stern and impatient expression, while the other person is completely covered in paint from head to toe, making it impossible to read anything.
Click.
Heather looked in the direction the sound came from and saw that it was the clock hanging above the blackboard, the hands of which had just moved from 11:58 to 11:59.
"You actually copied your garage lab from your daughter and son-in-law's house exactly as it was. I didn't realize you were such a sentimental person, Rick Sanchez."
Heather had her hands in her trench coat pockets, and spoke casually:
"Given your personality, shouldn't you clone a Morty to amuse yourself?"
"...Hehe...Hehehe...Hahaha..."
Rick Sanchez did not respond to Heather's provocation, nor did he turn around. He simply sat with his back to Heather on the simple folding chair, emitting bursts of laughter.
He laughed for a long time before stopping, pulling out a folding chair and turning to face Heather directly:
"Copy Morty? What would you do with a copy?"
"I'm enough of a pathetic plaything for laughs; adding that little idiot makes no difference."
Heather's mocking smile gradually faded, because he clearly sensed that the Rick Sanchez in front of him was not a copy or a thought, but the real Rick Sanchez!
This guy actually faced me, the strongest offensive concept holder in all the heavens and myriad realms, in his true form.
"Do you find it strange? Do you think it's presumptuous of me to confront you, the holder of the weapon concept, with my true form?"
Heather, don't underestimate yourself, and don't overestimate your enemy.
You are a weapon, the most aggressive being in all the heavens and myriad realms. It is understandable to make the most careful preparations when facing an opponent like you.
Using Project Phoenix against you wouldn't even be considered a cost; it would only make us a laughingstock.
Rick Sanchez smiled, but his facial muscles twitched a few times. He reached into the inner pocket of his white coat, pulled out a small medicine box, opened it, and poured the remaining dozen or so pills into his mouth.
Do outsiders need to take medicine? Especially Rick Sanchez, who's at level four! Heather, who doesn't understand pharmacology, naturally couldn't figure out what kind of medicine Rick was taking.
But soon, Nanami's voice echoed in her heart—
If I'm not mistaken, that medicine should be used to suppress the growth of divinity and maintain the dominance of the human aspect.
Rick Sanchez's divinity is about to overwhelm his humanity, which is not good news for you, as the outsider, dominated by the divine aspect, will be more aggressive and difficult to deal with.
Across from him, Rick sat in his chair, letting out a heavy breath, and glanced at Heather, his tone sarcastic:
"Your little lover is nagging you again. Powerful life tools are certainly strong, but they always nag so much it's annoying."
His expression softened somewhat. He reached out and took the photograph down from the blackboard, carefully examining himself and the shadowy figure in the picture, and said softly:
"Your Starship did a good job, disrupting the traction and order of the Spiral Realm and achieving complete randomness."
But I'm sure your little lover has already warned you that if you want to completely dismantle the Spiral Boundary, you'll need to eliminate all Spiral members within 5 minutes.
No matter how the Spiral members and the Star Ocean members fight, you will eventually have to settle things with me one-on-one.
And complete randomness isn't a good thing; you should have already received that message, right?
Heather remained silent; he already knew about the enemies faced by the other Starsea members and the Weapon Man through the Starsea Ark.
Seeing Heather's reaction, Rick Sanchez smiled:
"Not to mention that the outcome between us is still unknown, Nightshade Buster's opponent is the Destiny Singer who has been enhanced by the Spiral Realm."
That girl will die, and she will die a horrible death.
If Buster fails, your entire plan will fail, and you won't even be able to escape.
At that point, you can only wait in despair for Spiral to refine that uninvited guest who suddenly barged in and started making a ruckus, and then slowly process you.
The ending of the story is already written; what a boring ending, Heather.
Out of empathy as a fellow member of the Big Four accounting firms, I can allow you to wait in my garage for the final moment to arrive.
This is the greatest mercy I can show you.
Heather merely gave Rick's rare act of 'goodwill' a mocking smile:
"Rick Sanchez, are you sure you're not mistaken?"
Rick raised his eyebrows and spread his hands in a gesture of invitation to speak freely.
Heather raised her hand and made a 'two' gesture with her index and middle fingers:
"Since I joined the Outsider Game, only two Outsiders have ever defeated me head-on."
If we exclude Cosmo, that scoundrel who ambushed me with a large force, then so far only one outsider has ever defeated me in a head-on one-on-one fight.
That's Nightshade Buster!
She's more powerful than you think, and her potential is definitely no less than that of the likes of the End-of-Day Dragon or the Mercury Serpent.
The team's weakness? Sorry, in my opinion, the one who needs to fight to the death is not Buster, but the Singer of Destiny. She's just unlucky to run into Buster.
As for you, Rick Sanchez, enough jokes have been told.
Today, it's either you die or I die.
Heather's aura rose steadily, and the ethereal conceptual power actually formed a visible energy flame, causing the entire garage to tremble.
Rick took one last look at the photo in his hand, gently tracing the blacked-out figure in the picture with his fingers, before solemnly placing the photo into the front pocket of his white coat.
“Then let’s get started.
This clash between props and weapons—this is the first and last.
咔嚓，车库黑板上方挂着的钟表在这一瞬间从11点59分变为0点0分，也是12点0分。
This is the beginning, and also the end.
The entire garage was detonated by the force unleashed by both sides simultaneously!
The garage exploded and became a corridor, the corridor shattered and became a city, the city turned into a star, and the star became a nebula!
At that moment, the universe exploded! Two enormous forces collided and formed [∞].
The war between the four major powers has officially begun!
(End of this chapter)