After being fired from the diamond squid, I became a sea patrol ranger.

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"..."

Spah remained silent, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

But the next second, Natasha's brows relaxed, she grinned, revealing her snow-white teeth:

"So, that's good! Keep it up! Keep the music playing, keep dancing!"

As she spoke, Natasha pulled out a grenade launcher, aimed at the sky, lit it, and fired.

Boom!

Strangely, no bombs flew out.

Colorful fireworks filled the sky, each one scattering into ribbons that fell upon the people.

People stopped throwing fireworks and instead looked up to watch them.

Taking advantage of the moment, Natasha ran ahead of the group and pulled out a large megaphone from somewhere.

"Everyone! The apocalypse is over! Let's celebrate! Would you like to hear Guitar Hero play a song for us?"

Natasha smiled and surveyed the townspeople.

"Yes! Of course!"

"Ula!"

The townspeople raised their fists and cheered.

The cheers reached his ears, and Spa felt a tickling sensation in his chest, as if a raging fire was burning within him.

Spah jumped down, stood in the center of the group, yawned lightly, and conjured up a guitar.

Although... I really hate being in front of others.

But performing is a different story... Of course! The more people, the better!

"Ladies and gentlemen! Listen to my 'Twenty-One Gun Salute'!"

Spare raised his head, stomped his feet, took a lunge, tapped the strings with his plectrum, and began to play.

People quieted down, craning their necks to listen to Spa's playing.

The casual prelude was fleeting, and Spa opened his throat, revealing his magnetic voice, causing the strings to vibrate.

"The performance... is still so beautiful."

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Natasha muttered to herself.

The townspeople swayed to their feet, and one after another, they crowded around Spa.

The melody evokes emotions, gradually building up to an explosive point.

Bang!

Spah strummed the strings, preparing to speed up.

Just then, Hook hopped to the front of the stage, picked up some kind of artificial musical instrument, and started playing it.

The instrument had a base shaped like a guitar, but it only had two strings, making it look more like a chubby erhu.

"puff"

Spall was about to laugh when he saw Hook shaking his golden retriever's head, blocking his way, and yelling at the top of his lungs:

"Everyone! Let's celebrate with Lord Hook in the Dark!"

After saying that, she started making a clattering sound and grabbed the Spa rhythm.

How could homemade instruments possibly compete with Spa?

Spa stomped his foot and adjusted his rhythm slightly, and Hook became dizzy and disoriented, giving up.

But the next second, several people jumped out from the crowd, rushed in front of Spa, and picked up some kind of homemade musical instrument whose workings were unknown.

They played instruments and sang, stirring up the rhythm like a category 10 typhoon, creating chaos.

More people rushed onto the stage, some even grabbing leaves and blowing on them. Others picked up bamboo sticks and banged them around.

A perfectly good "21-Gun Salute" was turned into "A Crude Cannon with Countless Gunshots".

Heavens!

Let's just consider it sharing the joy with the people!

Spa, with his extensive performance experience, quickly regained his composure, picked up the strings, and began to play.

In the distance, however, an even louder sound rang out.

Spall was surprised. He looked past the people and saw a series of deep blue robots driving in, rumbling and crowding into the crowd.

The robot was surrounded by a large army of wanderers.

Atop the tallest robot stood a girl in red with white hair. Her eyes were particularly striking, bright red, like a white rabbit in a snowy field.

Clara?

Even this introverted child is causing trouble?

Spah opened his lips wide and saw Clara's gaze fall upon him.

The girl's cheeks flushed slightly, and her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but couldn't bring herself to say it.

After wriggling for about ten seconds, Clara spoke up: "Everyone! Rush in and give Spa a hug... a hug, lift him up high!"

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Spa tilted his head and instinctively shrank back.

He saw two fat robots push through the crowd, squeeze in front of him, grab his limbs, and toss him into the air.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

In the blink of an eye, Spa flew into the clouds, and then with a whoosh, it plummeted back down into the robot's palm.

The next second, he flew away again.

"Everyone, drink up! This is a wine that Schwarzro has been storing for a long time... Let's all drink to our hearts' content today!"

Clara lowered her head slightly and said softly.

As the sound faded, two chubby robots, one in front of the other, arrived carrying a large red box.

The box, which was five or six meters wide, landed on the ground with a clatter, making a clattering sound as the beer bottles jingled.

The people fell silent again.

About five seconds later, someone cheered, and townspeople and homeless people alike surged forward like a tide.

They picked up the bottles and started drinking heartily.

Beer foam, mixed with the aroma of beer, danced in the air.

Spah twitched his nose; even though he hadn't drunk any alcohol, he felt a surge of intoxication and squinted his eyes.

"World peace! Evil eradicated! Protecting everything we want to protect... Nothing could be more exhilarating than this!"

Spah sighed and put down his guitar.

"Brother Spa! Drink! Drink! Drink up!"

Hook leaped to Spa's side with a whoosh, grabbed a green bottle of liquor with his right hand, and poured it down Spa's throat.

Spah took a step back, instinctively resisting.

But the next second, he saw Hook open his eyes wide, his pupils glistening with tears, like a cat that had been bullied.

Ugh!

Just treat it as playing with the kids.

"Hook! I'll show you the drinking capacity of a cosmic elite! Wahahaha!"

Spah grabbed the bottle and chugged it down.

He finished one bottle, then picked up another and chugged it down his throat.

No one knew how much wine he had drunk, but Spah could only hear the cheers growing fainter and fainter as the townspeople gradually collapsed and fell asleep.

In the entire town of Panyan, for a short period of time, not a single person was standing. The whole world was filled with lying "corpses".

Even the usually self-controlled Natasha, holding Hook and Clara, drifted off to sleep.

"Spa's alcohol tolerance... is just too amazing. No matter how hard I try, I can't get him drunk." Natasha babbled in her sleep.

Only Spah remained standing in the night, letting the evening breeze rustle through his long black hair.

"My head feels a little dizzy."

Spall pulled out a bag of orange peels and crunched them repeatedly.

After he finished eating the orange peel, his mind cleared up a bit.

They've had enough fun and enough trouble.

It's time to get down to business!

Spa rolled his eyes, took a step, and walked out of the town, stepping on the gray-white town tiles.

Not long after, he entered Rivet Town.

Although Wach made a huge fuss... I will never forget the role you played, you bastard!

The image of the crying Fool flashed through Spall's mind.

Chapter 110 A Storm Rises Among the Stars

Swish!

Several streaks of green light flashed, and the creature from the rift was split in two.

Spare shook his hand, crunching on a Doritos chip, and stepped over the body of the Rift creature.

The monster turned into mist and drifted into the air.

Sword intent... is indeed very useful.

While it's difficult to invoke the protective power like when fighting Wahe... even using only [Hunter] to drive it, the power is still considerable.

No wonder

The strength of the past Immortal Ship Sword Masters is comparable to that of the Hunting Envoy.

Practicing sword intent will perfectly solve my problem of insufficient damage output!

Spah grinned.

Hey!

Howls rang out, and more rift creatures surged forth.

Spah flicked his wrist, conjuring a black longsword. The sword was drawn, unleashing a green aura as it faced the monster.

Crash! Clang!

The sounds of fierce fighting filled the deserted streets.

The streets were shrouded in darkness, and a cold wind howled through the air.

Spah brandished his black sword, his feet slapping against the stone pavement as he moved faster and faster.

Not long after, Spa arrived at the Rivet Town orphanage.

The orphanage was shrouded in night, its gray walls mottled and cracked, with pebbles falling down with a clatter.

Spa took a step and stepped through the courtyard gate.

He concentrated and felt specks of memory floating in the air, like a mist, shrouding the entire space.

When I came here last time... I felt something was off. Is that really the case?

Spah pursed his lips and rolled his eyes.

It seems that the memory material needs to be cleared first before those hidden things can be revealed.

As he pondered this, Spah opened his lips.