Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

"Hey boss, it's all done..."

Gareth assumed he was just afraid his criminal activities would be exposed and didn't think much of it.

"Good job. Once it's done, the 30 million credits will be credited immediately, and a spaceship will be arranged for you to escape the Rainbow Ink Galaxy."

"...Yes, yes, thank you, boss!"

The call ended, and Dashabo swallowed hard, trembling uncontrollably.

"Big brother, I've done everything you said, please let me go... I have elderly parents and young children to support... uh—"

Before Da Shabo could finish speaking, Qi Zhimu kicked him unconscious and threw him off the tracks.

Who are you kidding?

There was a guy in the maintenance break room who was injured and unconscious, wearing only his underwear. That guy was the real maintenance worker.

If the bomb had been successfully detonated, even if I didn't die, such a terrible thing would have killed me for life.

There's nothing pitiful about Dashabo, the guy who takes money to hire killers.

For those in Qi Zhimu's line of work, it's not difficult to tell whether an ordinary person has been involved in murder or not; they can tell just by looking at their face.

It is no pity that Dashabo died.

Next, it's time to deal with Gareth.

After receiving the precise coordinates from Phoenix, Qi Zhimu glanced at the bomb in his hand.

Portable quantum energy may be small, but it is incredibly powerful; it can blast an area with a diameter of over a thousand meters into the sky.

This means that most of the people near the main stage of the concert will die.

…Gareth, that bastard…

Qi Zhimu's eyes turned cold, and he immediately had an idea.

"Phoenix, could your ether editing technology compile the energy generated when a quantum bomb explodes into another form?"

The core principle of EtherEdit is similar to viewing the real world as a program that can be freely edited, thereby rewriting some of the settings of reality.

The technology mastered by Silver Wolf, the Star Core Hunter, is of the same origin as that of Phoenix.

"It's possible, but your description is vague. What exactly do you mean by 'form of expression'?"

"Hmm...can fireworks be okay?"

"Fireworks? Tell me, what exactly are you trying to do?"

"You know my current mission: to protect the target's concert which is about to open. We can prepare a fireworks display for her. This sea area isn't too far from there, so the noise will be just right."

"Damn it, my EtherEdit isn't for picking up girls!"

Phoenix's lips twitched, and he loudly complained.

"Besides, I'm so far away from the Rainbow Ink Galaxy. Cross-space editing is extremely resource-intensive. Can't you be a decent human being?"

"A jar of plum blossom wine," Qi Zhimu said lazily, tossing out his bet.

"Ten jars!"

"Two jars."

"Five jars!"

"Then let the bomb explode directly. It's not like we have to have a fireworks opening ceremony." Qi Zhimu wasn't buying it.

For a powerful Ether hacker, cross-space editing is indeed extremely costly, but only if the area is not covered by local area network.

If an Ethereum hacker wanted to, they could actually crawl through the network and beat someone up.

Interstellar peace communications cover the entire Ink-Colored Galaxy, with numerous base stations and a rock-solid signal. How much effort does it take?

"No, no, no, brother, two jars it is, I guarantee I'll get things done perfectly!"

Many wandering knights privately call Plum Blossom Wine "divine wine," and upon hearing that they can't even get two jars, Phoenix immediately goes on the slide.

Just kidding. Usually, when the dozen or so familiar wandering knights gather at their usual spot, Qi Zhimu only brings out one or two jars each time.

The others argued heatedly, but in the end they had to use a fair method, such as rock-paper-scissors, to decide who could drink the most.

That stuff not only tastes impeccable, but just one cup can directly eliminate all the negative emotions that a wanderer has accumulated due to killing.

To put it bluntly, the emotional feedback from a lecherous man having sex with someone in a parked car in the maple forest at dusk, a fisherman catching a fish weighing dozens of kilograms, or a test-taker getting out of the water is stronger than that.

If it weren't for the fact that it was a rare and precious item, anyone would suspect that Qi Zhimu had added an addictive poison to it.

"Hey buddy, you're a true sea patrolman, so feel free to give me any orders."

It was just a joke...

Qi Zhimu chuckled, quickly finished explaining, and immediately set off to find the person in charge.

……

When Gareth woke up, he found himself inexplicably on the vast ocean.

He was completely immobilized, with a huge ice floe beneath his buttocks.

"Oh, you're awake?"

Upon seeing the strange man suddenly appear in front of her, Gareth remembered that she had lost consciousness because she had seen this guy's face.

"Who are you? Who sent you? What do you want? Money? Money is negotiable. Just let me go, and I'll give you wealth you could never spend in several lifetimes!"

Gareth was a formidable figure and didn't panic too much.

He firmly believed that even ghosts would be driven to do something when tempted by huge profits.

"Then forget it. I'd rather play a game with you than accept the wealth you offer."

Qi Zhimu placed the quantum energy bomb behind Gareth and added with a smile.

"If your will is strong enough, you might be able to pass the test."

"What do you mean?" Gareth asked, puzzled.

Due to the angle, he couldn't tell what Qi Zhimu had placed behind him.

But he soon found out why.

He watched helplessly as Qi Zhimu installed the familiar mechanical traction bracket on him, and finally shoved the detonator into his hand, placing his finger on the button.

This device can be used to forcibly control a person's arm, creating the scene of a person committing suicide with a gun.

Not only can it torment a person's mind, but in the end, it takes away the device, leaving them with virtually nothing to find out.

Why does it feel familiar?

Because he himself had used it on others quite a few times...

However, the conventional gun was replaced by a detonator.

Gareth knew perfectly well what Qi Zhimu had placed behind him earlier.

"As long as Mr. Gareth's finger is not pulled by the device within a certain time, the bomb will not detonate. Good luck."

Qi Zhimu clapped his hands twice, smiled warmly, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

"No--!!!"

On the vast sea, only Gareth's mournful, terrified roar remained.

……

Backstage at the concert.

"Brother Qi, why did you take so long this time?"

"There were too many people today, and it was an open-air venue, so safety was our top priority. We checked it three times."

"Thank you for your hard work, Brother Qi. We'll be going on stage in ten minutes. Are you ready?" Robin said playfully.

"Of course, everything is ready, except for a magnificent opening and a perfect ending."

……