Chapter 57 My World (Part 8)

The atmosphere of the concert, which rose to a certain point, is now falling back to that point.

The appearance of the Heart of the Gear changed Biris's perception of the world. She was actually a humanoid girl. The orc chieftain, by currying favor with the viscount and using the pirates, dragged a series of conflicts between the steam nation and its neighboring countries into the fray, attempting to incite war between the nations and thus kill the brain of the creator god.

Beris once again thwarted this horrific plan to destroy the world.

However, the orc chieftain's face did not show disappointment, but rather the excitement of holding a torch and dancing with the witch.

As the thick curtain of night descends upon the Organ Manor, a cunning serpent crawls out from its heart, intent on destruction and awaiting its demise.

The sturdy and rugged Billis easily pushed aside the paper-thin audience, but after taking only a few steps, the guard wearing a horned helmet blocked his way.

Where are we going?

"My friend has already won everyone's approval, so please step aside!"

"Didn't you see the Viscount's expression? He's very unhappy with your friend."

"I'll say it again, move aside."

Although the guard was also a paper doll, his enormous size was enough to intimidate his opponents. He threatened in what he thought was a humorous tone: "People often say that those who rule a territory don't know how to fight. I dare say that's true. The Steam Kingdom hasn't fought a war for hundreds of years. I'm actually looking forward to war."

"Without war, you became a big fat man. If you were born in our world, you would be the first live target."

The chubby guard took off his horned helmet, used his wrist strength to break the two iron horns into sheep horns, threw them on the ground, and the helmet rolled a few times before hitting the food cart with stacked wine glasses.

He grabbed an unopened bottle of liquor from the food cart, twisted it off with his hand, took a big gulp of liquor, shoved his cheeks, and finally sprayed the liquor all over Billy's face.

"You and your musician friends aren't leaving this house, I guarantee it."

"We don't want to leave so early either."

The chubby guard chewed up the wine bottle as if he had just eaten a piece of cake, and his meteorite-sized fist slammed down on Billis's face and shoulder.

The agent hunched his right shoulder to the left, and the waving, paper-thin fist moved as slowly as a clumsy dance to him, dodging all of his opponent's signature moves in the time it took to shiver.

The two men started fighting in the hall, and to the audience, the fat man's movements were as fast as a whip used to drive a carriage, while the other man was more like thunder and lightning.

The tables and chairs around him were all smashed to pieces by the fat man's fists, just like a woman arguing at home and throwing furniture at her opponent.

Billy, however, maintained his agile balance throughout, leaping onto the table one moment and swinging over the other's head with one hand while grabbing a chandelier.

Things got into a mess. The fat man was a rough fellow, and he probably didn't care what his fist hit. A sharp candlestick pierced his wrist, and he picked it up and threw it at Irencel's shadow like a child waving a stick.

The candlestick stood upright in the wall. It was Billy's turn to counterattack. He nimbly stepped onto the candlestick and used the strength of his toes to kick the long nail off. The nail struck the fat man's right eye.

The fat guard covered his eyes, knelt on the ground, and cursed, "What the hell are you?"

"I am a secret agent, sir."

As soon as Billis turned around, the guard pounced on him like a cat catching a mouse. Billis used a dance move he had learned from Mia to throw the fat man away. The fat man lay on the ground groaning a few times, and then he could not get up again.

The viscount was awakened by the noise and immediately summoned his guards.

A dozen or so guards, who were just pretending to be soldiers, rushed over, but they were quickly overwhelmed, and the dancers scattered and fled towards the gate.

Heaven knows how many fat guards the Viscount kept. Not long after the guests fled, an even fatter one arrived. He spread out his hot arms, and the force he exuded seemed capable of pushing a bull back.

Billy crawled under the fat man's crotch. The fat man missed three times in a row, and on the fourth time he crashed into a pillar. A three-tiered crystal chandelier was knocked down by the amazing force and hit the fat man's big head.

However, this big guy was even more resilient than the previous one. With his bloodied and mangled eyes wide open, he cleaved the table with his hand axe, tore open gaps that could hide people, and smashed the sculptures that tripped him. His body was like an iron ball rolling in the hall, crushing everything in its path into powder.

To Billy, it was a whole set of fancy moves. He concentrated all his strength in his fist, his resilient body lowered like a bamboo shoot, and aimed at the fleshy ball in front of him, putting all his strength into it.

The fist ripped through the paper-thin leather bag, and the fat man's body flew toward the viscount's throne, crashing into the same fist. His stomach immediately ripped open, and he writhed in pain, vomiting red and brown stuff all over the ground.

The orc chieftain picked up the huge guy with one hand and threw him face down into the middle of a group of dumbfounded guards.

The group of paper guards looked at each other, none of them daring to go up and stop them.

"Quick! Quick! Drive him away! I'll give you gold, women, whatever you want..." The viscount always spoke with a panting breath, but this time, he was so frightened by this even more terrifying monster that he became incoherent.

The guards who remained at the gate, having heard the viscount's offer of a reward, were preparing to enter and meet the enemy when they were struck by a series of loud explosions from the sky, followed by chaotic shouts and the acrid smell of burning.

Minutes later, dozens of sky pirates surrounded the hall, and the pirate captain, like a wise general, occupied the mansion piled high with gold.

"I know you have money in your pockets! But we're not just here to rob you! We're here to take back what's rightfully ours! Our jobs! Our families! Our reputations! We're returning the core of our nation!"

The viscount, his lips trembling, like a pile of blackened, stinking rotten flesh on a gleaming golden throne, asked the chieftain beside him, "Now, what do we do? What do we do?"

"People are all driven by their own desires. You're after money, you're after women, and me? I'm after the Demon King."

A portal opened behind them, and the chieftain grabbed the viscount by the neck and shoved him through it.

The old man's eyes bulged as if he were severely oxygen-deprived, his entire face rapidly swelling, and with the last of his strength, he formed a complete sentence: "You wretched wretch, I curse you!"

The viscount burned in the void, turning into scraps of paper, leaving not even a skeleton behind.

The chief was very savvy; this world was already against him, so he wanted to go to a world that would be very advantageous to him.

"See you in the next world, Mr. Agent." With that, he leaped into the void gate.

The pirates, armed with short-handled guns, swarmed forward, only to find mist, wisps of smoke, and other unfathomable creatures.

This void gate leads to another world ravaged by war.

How did he come into this world?

"Don't go near this door, I don't want to turn into a pile of ashes."

Out of curiosity, some pirates tried to throw weapons into the doorway.

In another world, gleaming golden weapons become three-dimensional, hard, then glow, expand, and shatter.

Number 33 stood motionless on the stage, holding a hand-cranked violin in his hand.

When Billis passed the stage, there were only a few people left in the mansion's hall, but the door was still there, and it wouldn't close unless he went in.

“I know you’re alright. Would you like to come with me to the next world, sir, musician?” Billis asked the bard.

The bard's face immediately lit up with an artistic glow: "Of course! Brave one, please call me number thirty-three."

Billis reached into the doorway, and an invisible force pulled his limbs, making him feel as light as a bird in the morning. In order to catch up with the bad guy ahead as quickly as possible, Billis leaped into the void with the posture of an eagle spreading its wings.

It felt as if he was carrying thousands of heavy burdens, and his shoulders and arms were scarred and wounded by the wind and sand.

It was a long road that led all the way to a cloud of dust, where cars could be vaguely seen running back and forth, appearing with the dust and disappearing with it.

"Hero! Where are you? Hero!" Number Thirty-Three shouted from the other side of the sandstorm.

"I'm here!"

"Oh, what's going on with this sand? I just saw a lot of people over there riding strange vehicles, and then they all disappeared."

“There were indeed many people passing by. I’m considering whether to hire a tour guide, but then I think about how we don’t have any money on us.”

"I happen to have it with me, Hero!"

Through the sandstorm, Number Thirty-Three pulled a large pile of weathered sand from his pocket, which scattered with a single breath.

The air currents rose into the air, the wind splitting the layers of sand and fog in two, and a row of egg-shaped buildings appeared below. An open runway passed through the ugly and dirty little market and led to the black industrial area.

A shattered, giant ring of steel rises on the horizon.

Part of the ring rises from the southern horizon, a section in the middle shatters, and the other part falls to the northern horizon.

They happened to be in a city, or at least it used to be a city.

Many villains committing horrific crimes are stirring up evil forces in the densely populated dark areas, where panic, malice, and unsettling screechs are everywhere.

A gray dust storm swept in from the open runway, gradually obscuring the city from view. Lightning flickered silently above the steel ring, and more and more red wisps climbed up, crowding together to form a steel abscess.

Is this the end times filled with evil?