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Chapter 258 If Bai Ye can sit here, why can't I?

The demand for Mahiwa tea was seen as incredibly presumptuous by those around them.

Want the original White Night?

You should know that now, as the only and eternal emperor of Earth, everything from Bai Ye's past has been sealed away.

Things like the test paper I wrote for the first time when I was in elementary school and the carousel I rode at the amusement park are preserved as cultural relics.

If someone secretly collects something like this, that's one thing, but if they dare to sell it, they'll be punished by exterminating their entire family.

If someone owned an authentic Bai Ye painting, they would bow twice before leaving as a sign of respect.

When asked for Mashiwa tea, Bai Ye nodded casually.

In front of the other guys whose eyes were bloodshot and who were so jealous they were practically bleeding, Bai Ye took out a ballpoint pen from his spatial storage and signed his name on their backs.

Mashiwa felt a thrill of excitement coursing through his body. He hadn't lied about what he'd just said; he truly was a die-hard fan of Baiye.

He dared not allow the signature on his back to be damaged in the slightest.

He decided that once he got back, he would peel off all the skin from his body and fill the inside with precious metals to support the skin.

Once the dummy is successfully made, it will be blessed with immortality, so that it may be passed down forever along with the rule of the White Night.

The only problem now is whether, once I get back, the Prime Minister and others in the Indian region might take my signature under the pretext of protecting cultural relics.

Mashivacha was in distress, after all, he was just a minor Brahmin in the Indian subcontinent.

Bai Ye casually pinned medals on a few criminals, offered them some words of encouragement, saying things like "you are the real man," and after getting them fired up, he decided to leave.

But then Stark stopped him.

[Playboy]: Don't go yet, I have something to tell you later.

Looking at the private messages in the chat group, Bai Ye paused for a moment, then nodded slightly, and waited inside the White House.

A few minutes later, after sending the criminals away and clearing the White House of people, he turned his gaze to Stark: "You suddenly called me over, something must have come up now, right?"

"Given my personality, couldn't I have simply invited you to a group party?" Stark said, shrugging.

"That's great! Congratulations on getting back to your job." Bai Ye laughed teasingly.

Ever since he saw that he would have such an obedient daughter in the future, his fatherly love surged up.

He started to feel that he should also take on the responsibilities of a father, and could no longer mess around like before. He wanted to settle down and live a good life with Potts, and hoped to have another little Morgan or something.

Lately, he's been living a very normal life, just like a typical office worker. It's hard to connect him with his former playboy days; it's simply outrageous.

In any case, Bai Ye is not prepared to live such a life, and she doesn't even plan to have children for the time being.

When engaging in in-depth conversations with Gwen and the others, after each session, he would proactively use his inner strength to force out the essence.

Otherwise, given the activity of Baiye cells, it's entirely possible that after combining with a woman's egg, a little Baiye with the same talent for infinite power could be born.

Stark's behavior of finding an honest woman to take over after the tide recedes is something he should at least wait until he's tired of White Night.

As for how long it will take to get tired of it, who knows? Maybe we'll never get tired of it.

Despite being teased by Bai Ye, Stark smiled slightly, not finding anything wrong with this kind of life.

It was my own choice. I had already had my fill of fun when I was young, and I have no regrets now.

After exchanging a few words, the two steered the conversation to business.

"The Aether, also known as the Reality Stone, has appeared," Stark said.

"Since it's appeared, let's collect it," Bai Ye said matter-of-factly. "Just put it in the warehouse like the other four gems, and then collect the last Soul Gem later, right?"

"That's what I thought too, but now that gem has been stolen ahead of time. We went to the Ancient One for a divination, and that guy is a tough opponent. If we send Magneto and the others directly, a lot of people will die," Stark said.

Upon hearing this, Bai Ye understood what he meant.

With Earth's current capabilities, even if we were to go all out and get serious, quite a few people could still die.

This means that the opponent's strength is at least at the level of an 8th-level (surface) powerhouse. If things go wrong, the entire Earth could be destroyed by the aftershocks of the battle.

"Alright, I'll go. Where is he now?" Bai Ye asked, showing a slight interest.

On Earth, it's incredible that such a master could emerge. He wanted to make contact and find out which kind of master he was.

"I don't know," Stark replied without hesitation.

"You didn't know? You went to the Ancient One for a divination? You didn't know?" Bai Ye was speechless.

"I forgot, all I know is that the other party should be near London, England," Stark said, shrugging to show his innocence.

"Alright." Bai Ye remained silent, then closed his eyes, his power emanating from his body and enveloping the entire planet as he began his exploration.

In the blink of an eye, billions of people on Earth were enveloped by his aura, and he detected and began to filter their breathing and heartbeats.

The next moment, within the position, everyone felt an inexplicable force pressing down on them.

Then, eliminate all those whose muscle strength does not exceed that of the alloy, and all those whose nerve emission speed does not exceed 0.0001 seconds. Finally, exclude all human options except those from Europe.

Just moments later, Bai Ye locked onto his target, a slight smile appearing on his face as he said, "Found you."

In Bai Ye's perception, the density of the other party's skin had surpassed that of a neutron star.

It can be predicted that the opponent could wipe out all humanity on the surface with just one punch.

When one's own position spreads to the other's body surface, an unknown substance with a very high energy level actively bursts outward, blocking his position with a will to reject everything.

"Interesting, but we can't put the battlefield on Earth." A hint of interest flickered in Bai Ye's mind, and his figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

In London, England, Ander felt his power continuously increasing and was very satisfied.

In just a few days, his power had reached an unknown level.

He could sense that if he wanted, the Earth could be destroyed in an instant by his hand.

The only drawback is that, as his physical fitness improves, what takes someone around him to say a few words can feel like half an hour, which essentially cuts off his communication with the outside world.

These three days were no different from three years of sitting in meditation for him; if he hadn't deliberately controlled it, the time would have been extended even further.

"If Bai Ye can sit on this throne, why can't I?"

(End of this chapter)