Man on the ark, forced to become king

"Eating, resting, or trading."

His voice was somewhat hoarse, and his words were concise, as if he was unwilling to say more.

"Let's rest, just the two of us."

"That--"

"A room."

Mostima added a sentence afterward.

"Five hundred Lungmen dollars, or equivalent goods."

Lin Lu was a little surprised by Mostima's words when she saw Mostima nod, take out his wallet from his pocket, count out five bills and hand them over, then take the key that the boss had placed on the bar, and without saying a word, grab his arm and walk towards the stairs.

Even though it was her first time here, Mostima seemed to know the place very well. She went upstairs with ease, found her room according to the markings on her key, and opened the door.

The first thing you see is a slightly worn-out single bed, a writing desk, and a chair. The entire room is only about ten square meters, not spacious at all. There is nothing else besides the desk and bed, and not even bedding is provided. It is very basic.

"Five hundred Lungmen dollars? That's a bit expensive."

Lin Lu clicked his tongue. Even though he had expected that there wouldn't be any good accommodations in this remote town, the simplicity of the room still exceeded his expectations.

"He's not selling rooms, he's selling security."

Mostima closed the door, picked up her staff, and a milky white glow emanated from the tip of the staff, spreading throughout the room like flowing water before gradually fading away.

"There's nothing superfluous; it's very clean."

Are you looking for a bugging device or a surveillance camera?

Lin Lu didn't see anything wrong with what she did. In fact, he wanted to do the same thing, but he didn't have the convenient means to do so.

When venturing into the wilderness, especially in chaotic places like Kazdel, vigilance is essential.

"more or less."

Without offering any further explanation, Mostira pulled back the curtains and sat down on the single bed. The halo above him acted as a light in the dimly lit room, providing adequate illumination.

In fact, Lin Lu had always been very curious about what exactly was the Sarkaz's halo. It seemed that this thing could keep shining without consuming any energy, and although it was suspended in the air, it was as if it were attached to her body and she couldn't take it off. She could even feel a physical reaction when she touched it. It was really amazing.

The existence of halos and wings of light sets the Sarkaz apart from other races in Terra in terms of art style. After all, others at most have tails and horns, but Sarkaz feels more like fantasy. Tails, ears, and horns can be said to be biological, but what principle do halos and wings have?

"Are you curious? How about you touch it?"

Noticing Lin Lu's gaze, the Fallen Angel raised an eyebrow, patted the empty seat next to her, and wore a playful expression that was completely different from her usual one. She was like a different person. Perhaps this was the real her after she took off her mask?

Lin Lu didn't know, nor did he want to guess; all he felt right now was fear.

This expression wouldn't be a problem on anyone else's face, but on Mostima's face it was incredibly bizarre, even chilling.

"Be normal, I'm scared!"

"Tsk, what? You're scared now?"

That expression was... provocation?

He was all too familiar with that expression. Whenever that look appeared on his face, it meant his wallet was in for trouble again, especially if it was Mostima…

Lin Lu tentatively walked forward slowly, but before she even got close to the window, she suddenly felt a chill rise from behind her, as if something dangerous was aimed at her. The source was... outside the window.

His arm froze in mid-air. He shifted his gaze to look out the window. The sky was dark at dusk, and the not-so-clean glass obscured much of his vision, making it difficult to see clearly. But Lin Lu knew that someone outside must be watching this room, or more precisely, watching him.

What will happen if we go any further?

"what happened?"

Mostima seemed completely oblivious to this, smiling slyly as he patted the empty space on the bed.

"Come over here and you can touch the halo."

"You're the one who told me to go!"

Although he had a premonition that something would happen if he went any further, was he, Lin, such a coward?

They won't let me pass, but I'm going to walk over anyway! That's pure rebellion!

Taking a deep breath, Lin Lu lifted her leg and stepped forward, reaching out to grab Mostima's halo.

If you let me touch it, then I'm definitely going to touch this halo!

Wow!

The moment the hand reached out, the windowpane shattered, and a streak of dark light shot through the air.

Bang!

A flash of blue light!

Lin Lu was prepared. The azure magical light spread out from him, and the dark light that was flying towards him stopped instantly, revealing the shape of an arrow. Then it was deflected and fell to the ground.

The next second, Lin Lu's hand was already gripping the halo floating in the air.

The feel... is very strange.

It doesn't feel hard or cold; it's warm to the touch, with a slight warmth that's quite comfortable.

I instinctively tugged at it, but as expected, it didn't budge.

"Did you know that some messengers from all over the world like me operate in pairs?"

Mostima grabbed Lin Lu's outstretched wrist, slowly pulled it away, and smiled dangerously with narrowed eyes.

"To be clear, I don't mind, but my companion has a really bad temper..."

Do you look like you don't care?

Lin Lu thought to herself, then subconsciously asked, "Is that your companion outside the window? Who is she?"

"She——"

Miss Angel drawled out a long string of names: "She has many names: Super Punisher, Apocalypse Proclaimer, Death Agent, Holy Hunter, Dawn Destroyer, Suffering Narrator, Vault Watcher, One-Armed Chainsaw Man, God's Chosen Overseer, Tomb Knight."

"!"

Upon hearing this long string of code names, Lin Lu was immediately filled with respect.

This person sounds like a manic and fierce person, not someone to be trifled with.

Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Girl with Many Nicknames

"Then why didn't she come with you and instead peek from outside?"

Looking at the arrow lying on the ground, Lin Lu fell into deep thought.

Does this person have some kind of strange quirk?

Have you ever seen anyone jump into the water after casting their fishing line?

"You mean she's fishing, and you're the bait?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Lu immediately formed an image in her mind of a strong, eccentric, and cunning one-armed muscleman who was also known as Old Coin.

They even use their own kind as bait—how terrifying! And those nicknames—they don't sound like respectable people at all!

Then another question came to his mind—"I'm not the fish you're trying to catch, so why did she shoot me?"

Fishing is fine, but why are you shooting me like a fish? Are all people from Laterano so inconsiderate?

"How would I know? Maybe I'm just seeing things."

Miss Angel shrugged, giving me an expression that said, "It's none of my business."

Lin Lu didn't believe a word she said.

He thought and thought, and finally remembered that when this guy came in, had he used a detection-type Originium Arts? The spell effects that covered the entire room were a bit too much for a detection spell, weren't they?

Or……

"You plotted against me!"

"I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense."

Mostima looked completely innocent, and Lin Lu glared at her, about to give her a good scolding, when she saw Mostima raise a finger and gently blow: "Shh~ She's here."

Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway outside, making the floor tremble slightly, as if some enormous creature was approaching.

"Gudu~"

Lin Lu swallowed hard, her gaze fixed on the door, as if she could already picture the person who was coming.

He was eight feet tall, with an eight-foot waist, covered in thick, fleshy flesh, with white hair and beard, and a gaping, blood-red mouth!

This kind of commotion, this nickname, perfectly captures He Lailu's image!

Boom boom boom!

A knock came into the room. Lin Lu cautiously gripped her staff and, after mentally preparing herself, opened the door.

Before them stood a Liberi girl dressed in a white shirt, black coat, black skirt, and black leather boots. She was tall and had short white hair that turned a striking crimson from the middle to the ends, with a tail resembling feathers that gently swayed.

A huge, silver-white metal box, more than half a person's height, was carried on his back along with something resembling an ammunition box. A pistol, grenades, and a folding crossbow hung at his waist. All of this equipment together looked extremely heavy.

No wonder they made such a big commotion as they walked over... I guess they really are worthy of being called Super Terrans.