Poverty makes me capable of anything.

"If you're so capable, then go develop your business in Twilight Sanctuary. If you're so capable, then come out and challenge us!"

“What a joke.” Christopher vented his anger on the chicken leg, taking a big bite and devouring half of it. “Why should someone as strong as me challenge you? There’s never been a rule where the strong challenge the weak.”

The pirates shouting outside immediately became displeased: "You? I could crush you with one hand!"

"Then come and kill me!" Christopher remained unmoved.

"..."

The pirate clenched his fists and roared, "You've really amused me! I've dominated the Twilight Refuge for decades, and everyone who sees me calls me a master!"

Christopher calmly finished the chicken leg, wiped the grease from his mouth, and then slowly said, "I was ranked number one on the personal commission points leaderboard of the agency two years ago. Check it out if you don't believe me."

The pirate frowned: "Even the top pirate crews have to call me Master He with great respect."

"I'm number one on the individual commission points leaderboard!"

"The imperial oversight body has also lifted the warrant for my arrest."

"I'm number one of the year!"

"The Star Domain Ruler Astrologer also sent someone to convey his intention to recruit me."

"I am the year..."

"Damn!" (Multilingual version)

Master He threw a punch at the vacuum in front of him.

The force of the punch sent him staggering back several steps.

"Are you a broken record?"

"I'm number one of the year!"

Is that all you can say?

"I'm number one."

"..." Pirate Master He was stunned for a moment, then cursed angrily, "You son of a bitch..."

Christopher immediately retorted, "Which ear of yours heard me repeating a grade? Every word I say is different!"

"You dare!"

"If you're so capable, then beat me until I change my mind. Your real achievements are right here. When you can produce more convincing results than mine, I'll go out and challenge you." Christopher yawned, turned around and left.

I should have brought out a few more chicken legs.

Upon hearing Christopher's words, Master He trembled with anger. Despite the sweltering heat, he was covered in cold sweat, his hands and feet were ice-cold. He thought, "Hell is empty, and the devils are among us. Can this world ever get any better? Why are there so many parrots everywhere, oppressing people who speak normally?"

Tears...

Oh, I almost forgot.

Pirates don't believe in tears.

Master He, who was shouting and cursing, smacked Christopher's back with a "tui".

"Fine, I'm not qualified for your challenge, right? I'll go find someone qualified right now, and hopefully you'll still be able to..."

Christopher interrupted him: "Are you stupid? I only told you this. I won't recognize anyone else who comes. What does that have to do with me?"

"..."

Master He's head is smoking.

Since he was so resistant, he had no choice but to resort to force.

"Wait until I have someone tie your hands and feet up, then let's see how you resist me!" Master He revealed a "wicked and arrogant" smile.

He's laughing hysterically!

It's time for those pirates who've been watching from the sidelines to step forward, otherwise Master He will just turn around and leave, ignoring them and letting them have their own headaches.

Just as Master He was about to leave, a menacing-looking spaceship suddenly flew in from afar.

As it approached the planet, the spaceship showed no signs of slowing down and crashed straight into it.

"Hahaha... damn it—"

boom!

The small horn on the bow of the spaceship suddenly pierced Master He's lower back.

Master He felt like he had been ravaged by a bull, and that his bones had been crushed.

The spaceship's shields weren't much better.

Master He, who was run over, was immediately knocked out of sight.

An Ran piloted the demon ship with undiminished momentum, circling the planet's surface twice before slowing down and finally stopping in the temporary spaceport.

"You wait for me!"

After assessing the disparity in strength between himself and his enemy, Master He wisely decided to flee immediately.

Christopher, who had been trapped here for nearly a month, finally found peace. He breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if ninety percent of the burden on his shoulders had been lifted.

"I'm so touched!"

"Being moved didn't earn me a raise."

“…” Christopher said, “No, I didn’t want to talk about wages…”

"Taking a step back to advance won't work either."

"..."

Anran said, "Don't learn bad habits from Ibn."

[Ibn: What did I do to deserve this?]

Christopher left in tears.

As she was leaving, Anran reminded him, "Chris, close the door."

"I remember."

"Oh, you have the day off tomorrow."

boom--

In the blink of an eye, there was no one outside the door.

An Ran sat in the office for a while, and only after she had become familiar with the temporary base did she contact the Crimson Lotus King and send him her current coordinates.

"The other side is quite strong. With my current strength, it will take some time to deal with them. In order for the pioneers' grand plan to be implemented more smoothly, I think it is necessary to eliminate them as soon as possible."

As for why eliminating these pirates is related to the Forerunners' plan, who cares?

Not long after, FOR-003 received a message from the Crimson King.

"Pirates at Twilight Sanctuary? That doesn't seem to be a place of interest to the Exiled Empire, but just to be on the safe side, let's send 011 there."

With a wave of his hand, the Crossroads set off on the road to the Twilight Sanctuary under the guidance of the Crimson King.

……

That night.

In a small tavern in the temporary base.

"The wine tastes pretty good tonight."

Smacking his lips, Christopher downed a bottle of strong liquor with gusto.

Ibn, sitting opposite him, looked ashen-faced.

He was initially very happy, but when he heard that Christopher would be on vacation, he fell into a state of depression.

"why."

"You got a raise."

"why?"

"You got a raise!"

"Why?!"

“How about we switch places?” Christopher said.

Ibn quickly shook his head: "Do you think I'm stupid?"

"..."

你～

That's so damn real.

Ibn said, "Talking about money hurts feelings. Let's talk about holidays instead."

"Alright, let me tell you about my travel plans for tomorrow."

Christopher put down the bottle, sat up straight, and elegantly patted his clothes to remove the dust.

"As planned, I intend to leave at 7:00 AM sharp to have a half-hour breakfast at the food street..."

"That's enough." Ibn covered his eyes.

Half an hour for breakfast.

He didn't want to listen anymore.

"Let me tell you about the plans for this morning. Since we only have one day, and I can't go out exploring, I've decided to explore the game world instead..."

Ibn stood up.

"It's time for my night shift. I'm going back to work now. See you the day after tomorrow."

……

An Ran, who had taken over the temporary base, was only busy for one day before reverting to her lazy, hands-off management style.

She left behind the words, "Don't worry about those pirates. Once my new weapon is finished, I can blow them up in two hits," and then started wandering around.

Actually, there's not much to see at this base. The only interesting place is probably the chicken farm that Christopher built.