Absolutely legitimate Star Iron, I've awakened the Underworld System?

"Hmph! Hmph?"

Topa, who was standing nearby, also raised a question.

When Giovanni heard March 7's question, his eyes flickered slightly, but he maintained his smile as if he were unaffected.

He chuckled softly, and replied with a hint of mystery, "Hahaha, so this is what you're concerned about."

Giovanni waved his hand dismissively, as if their questions were trivial matters to him.

"Don't worry, you'll find out the answer to this process in the end."

Giovanni did not directly answer March 7's question, but instead changed his tone and became serious, "The only thing I can assure you both is that I have absolutely no ill intentions towards you."

The mask obscured Giovanni's face, making it impossible to discern his expression as he spoke those words.

Bai Qiong hadn't spoken before.

He had been quietly observing Giovanni, his sharp gaze seemingly trying to pierce through the mask and see the true intentions hidden beneath his smile.

Hearing Giovanni's assurance, Bai Qiong immediately became interested.

A slight, amused smile played on his lips as he deliberately pressed, "Just the two of us?"

"Yes, isn't it enough to assure you that I have no ill intentions towards either of you? I can swear on this mask."

Giovanni reiterated this point with a firm tone, as if he were swearing on his own fate.

However, as everyone knows, the words of those who live a life of pleasure should not be taken seriously.

They all seem to have no credibility whatsoever.

When Giovanni answered so confidently on March 7, his brows furrowed slightly. His doubts did not lessen; on the contrary, they deepened.

"What about everyone else besides us? Belloberg, the Immortal Ship, the Black Tower Space Station—they'll all be affected, right?"

She pressed for details, wanting to know what roles others played in Giovanni's plan, or whether they might be caught in the vortex.

Giovanni doesn't seem to want to dwell on this issue.

He raised one hand, glanced at his watch, and said with feigned surprise, "Oh dear, time has flown by so quickly. Please excuse me, gentlemen."

After saying that, Giovanni didn't wait for March 7 to ask another question. He turned and ran as fast as he could, leaving everyone in awe.

On March 7th, watching Giovanni's hurried departure, he stomped his feet in anger.

"He just walked away on his own. I wonder how much of what he said was true and how much was false."

She muttered, her tone tinged with helplessness and annoyance.

Just then, a somewhat languid yet endearing voice suddenly rang out behind them: "Hey, that masked man's gone, right?"

The owner of the voice seemed to have been observing them from the shadows until Giovanni left before revealing himself.

Chapter 74 The Doll: Is it Realistic? (5.6K)

"He left already."

March 7th responded without hesitation, her clear voice still carrying a hint of lingering vigilance.

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly realized that her response had been too quick and unguarded. She quickly turned around and her bright blue eyes followed the direction from which the voice came.

Who is it?!

On March 7th, he asked again, this time with a noticeable increase in wariness in his voice. His tone was slightly higher and trembled a little, like a taut bowstring, ready to be released at any moment.

Topa, who was perched on Bai Qiong's shoulder, also let out a low hum.

"Hmph? Hmph hmph hmph?"

Short, sharp cries, like a machine gun, rang out one after another, full of questioning and warnings to the unknown intruders, echoing in the open space.

March 7th's gaze was like that of a sharp eagle, and he took aim with the same intensity as when shooting an arrow, quickly scanning his surroundings to catch any suspicious movements.

Finally, her gaze settled on a corner not far away.

There, a petite figure stood quietly, her short silver hair reflecting a cold, metallic luster in the light of the space station, like a delicate silicone doll, exuding a subtle, almost imperceptible aura of danger.

"You are... Ah, you can't be Silver Wolf, the hacker girl from the Star Core Hunters?"

March 7th's tone was filled with surprise, doubt, and a hint of barely perceptible tension, "Why are you suddenly here?! Are you planning to cause trouble again?"

As she spoke, she subconsciously took a small step back, her petite body adopting a slightly stiff defensive posture, like a cat with its fur standing on end, ready to deal with a sudden attack at any moment.

After all, the title of Star Core Hunter always carried a lingering negative impression on the members of the Star Train crew.

Bai Qiong remained calm throughout. At this moment, he turned slightly to the side and stood next to March 7, carefully examining the silver wolf.

A thoughtful glint flashed in his deep eyes, as if he were rapidly analyzing the situation.

"Little March, don't be nervous. She's probably here because of the Etherfront game, right?"

Bai Qiong's voice was calm and steady, carrying a soothing power that gently calmed the unease in March 7's heart.

This kind of thing is easy to figure out if you think about it in the context of Silver Wolf's character.

He gently raised his hand and patted March 7th's shoulder, signaling with his eyes that she should relax and not be too tense.

Silver Wolf crossed his arms, leaned back slightly, casually blew on his slightly messy silver bangs, and a playful smile appeared on his delicate face.

"You really understand me."

Silver Wolf chuckled lightly, his tone relaxed and casual, as if he were simply chatting with an old friend he had known for many years. "It seems that even with a different identity, we still have a lot in common."

Upon hearing Silver Wolf's slightly ambiguous words, March 7th became even more wary.

She suddenly hugged Bai Qiong's arm tightly, her petite body pressed close to him like a small animal guarding its food, as if afraid that something she cherished would be taken away.

"Oh, you're not still eyeing Bai Qiong, are you? Little girl, with your build, you should grow a few more years before trying again!"

March 7th puffed out her cheeks and huffed, her round face resembling an angry pufferfish. She made no attempt to hide her rejection and hostility, determined not to allow anyone...

Especially a pretty girl like Silver Wolf, who comes into contact with White Sky.

Silver Wolf watched March 7's childish behavior with a blank expression, as expressionless as ever.

She shrugged slightly to indicate that she meant no harm.

"Yes, but not entirely."

At this point, Silver Wolf's tone became serious.

She paused, then turned her gaze to Bai Qiong, a hint of seriousness flashing in her clear eyes. "Have you ever considered that the basic framework for the company's Etherfronts is based on Ether encoding technology from Punk Lords?"

"Even in Punklord's homeland, such realistic Aetheric code cannot be written using Aetheric encoding."

March 7th was bewildered by Silver Wolf's sudden shift to a serious topic. She blinked her big, bright eyes and asked, puzzled, "The company's technical capabilities aren't bad either. It's normal for there to be some progress after the technology was ported over, right?"

Silver Wolf shook his head, a rare serious expression appearing on his delicate face.

"I'm not talking about technological advancements. They added something else to the game... These Masked Fools will do anything for fun, especially this Giovanni!"

Silver Wolf's tone was filled with obvious disgust and wariness, as if the term "Masked Fool" itself carried some kind of unsettling power.

March 7th was even more puzzled. She tilted her head and asked curiously, "Hey? Are you very familiar with that Mr. Giovanni?"

Silver Wolf put his hands in his pockets and looked out at the endless starry sky, seemingly lost in thought for a moment.

"He might be the most flamboyant masked fool in the entire universe. Who hasn't heard of Aprilon's masked tycoon? It would be strange if you didn't know him."

Silver Wolf's voice carried a hint of annoyance, "It's just that I didn't investigate the game's sponsors at the beginning, and as a result, I accidentally fell into a trap."

Upon hearing this, a knowing glint flashed in Bai Qiong's sharp eyes.

A slight smile played on his lips as he slowly spoke, "Let me guess, so you realized you were affected by that special meme, which is why you specifically sought me out, right?"

Silver Wolf turned his head, his gaze falling on White Sky, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

"You're smart," she readily admitted.

On March 7th, he looked at Bai Qiong and then at Yin Lang, feeling as if he were in a fog, completely unable to understand what the two of them were talking about, as if he had missed some crucial information.

"Aren't you a genius hacker? Why are you afraid of this kind of tampering with the game?" March 7 asked, still puzzled.

Silver Wolf sighed helplessly and explained, "I can only solve problems related to Ether encoding. Memes are a product of another technology, and that's not my area of ​​expertise."

Bai Qiong stared at the silver wolf with a hint of mockery in his eyes, and deliberately said in a flippant tone, "So you've come to beg me for something, right? You really are a lecherous wolf."

After all, Silver Wolf was dressed very provocatively, with boots and fishnet stockings covering her fair and delicate feet; most people simply couldn't resist.

I wonder how enjoyable it would be to use the shoes without taking them off.

When March 7 heard Bai Qiong suddenly utter such bold and explicit words, his eyes widened in surprise and disbelief.

She stared at Bai Qiong in astonishment, hardly believing her ears and wondering if she had misheard.

"Hey, Bai Qiong, how could you say such a thing? This is so unlike you."

March 7's voice carried a hint of reproach and confusion. In her memory, Bai Qiong, although sometimes a little mischievous, would never be so outspoken.

However, Bai Qiong had her own plans.

He wanted to verify whether the idea that he was the "savior of villains" had already become a consensus among the Star Core Hunters.

If he were truly that important, then Silver Wolf wouldn't have felt any aversion to his own words.

Silver Wolf wasn't angry as March Seven had expected. She merely raised an eyebrow slightly, her delicate face still bearing a hint of nonchalant smile.

She said calmly, "What he said isn't wrong, it's nothing, anyway, Kaffa is already..."

Before Silver Wolf could finish speaking, a piercing broadcast, like a sharp metallic scraping sound, suddenly resounded throughout the Black Tower Space Station, forcefully interrupting their conversation.

"Hey, hey, hey, one-star nuclear brat, one pink-haired little dwarf."

Black Tower's impatient and urging voice boomed from the radio like thunder, its sharp tone threatening to pierce eardrums.

"What are you dawdling for? Are you going to play the game or not? I'm in a hurry to do my research!"

The sudden broadcast sounded like a thunderclap from the sky, stunning both March 7th and Bai Qiong into a daze, instantly freezing the somewhat lewd atmosphere.