Poverty makes me capable of anything.

An Ran stared at the old woman: "Now let's continue our discussion on why that area is called the Devil's Land."

"Yes, yes, yes." The old woman nodded repeatedly.

Through her trembling narration, An Ran roughly understood that the so-called Devil's Land was a strange area similar to the Bermuda Triangle.

It is known to the outside world as the Void Abyss.

The outer edge of the Void Abyss is a pirate paradise, also known as the Northern Paradise.

Passing through the Paradise leads to the core area of ​​the Void Abyss.

The space over there is abnormal; countless spaceships have disappeared there, and their remains have never been found.

Once the spaceship gets close to the Void Abyss, its high-speed travel engines will fail, and if it doesn't escape in time, it could be swept into an unknown place.

According to adventurers who have stepped in countless piles of dog poop, the Void Abyss is the graveyard of the progenitor Void creatures, and it connects to higher-dimensional worlds.

This legend has been passed down for hundreds of years.

Because of the strange characteristics of the Void Abyss, neither the Empire nor the Covenant paid any attention to it. It was originally a frontier and a natural barrier. Over time, pirates who valued money over life began to regard it as a paradise for escape.

“There’s a terrifying legend.” The old woman’s expression tightened slightly as she said this. “I heard it from the pirates. Every year, there are a few days when people claim to have heard a call from the Void Abyss. The voice sounds like it’s saying, ‘Come and have your way with me if you dare!’”

ha?

An Ran wanted to stick a gun to the old lady's face and yell, "You fucking kidding me, I'll stab you to death!"

But thinking about it carefully, how could the old lady have dared to be so mischievous before her helpers arrived?

Skin can kill people.

It's also unlikely that the pirates made up the story to fit the legend. The beginning sounded plausible, but then they suddenly said, "Come and get me if you dare," which sounded fake.

And people say this every year, so the more you think about it, the more it seems like it's true.

This should be a high-level hidden quest.

Just like the old lady said, either you're incredibly lucky to have entered the Void Abyss and survived, or you're strong enough to traverse this chaotic space without external help.

Connecting to higher dimensions, this game world is surprisingly rich in content, with so much to explore.

"Do you know where people from other places usually hang out?" Anran continued to ask.

"Strangers are everywhere, I've heard that a very small number of them have joined pirate crews in the park."

That's something players would do.

Anran nodded.

"safely……"

At this point, Heloise reminded her again.

"Ah."

An Ran looked up at the group of people who had approached her.

"Who dares to cause trouble here!"

A young man with a somewhat Cowboy Bebop vibe shoved aside the person blocking his way and strode up to the old woman: "It's those two..."

pia.

A gust of wind swept by, and when everyone came to their senses, they found that Anran and Heloise were still standing in the same spot, but the Cowboy Space had already flown to the rooftop.

He lay there stiffly, motionless, with a very obvious handprint on his face.

Based on research on human height and the fact that An Ran hates jumping up to hit people, it is reasonable to speculate that it was Heloise who did it.

That's it.

“Take me to see the person who has the authority here,” An Ran said.

This……

The old woman breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the arrival of the Rhodes Pirates. She was considering how to carry out her revenge safely.

For example, you could raise her as a pet.

For example, you could give her directly to the Rhodes Pirates.

For example, selling her to film production companies.

For example, her...

Snapped!

This slap not only sent the pirate leader flying, but also shattered her illusions.

She got it.

This is someone you shouldn't mess with.

That makes sense. Someone who's that good-looking and dares to walk so openly in a place like Isha Star, where scoundrels run rampant and officials collude with bandits, must either be a complete idiot or someone with real skills.

The old woman lowered her head and looked at Anran's petite figure out of the corner of her eye.

It turns out it was all a scheme.

She must have initially wanted to find the leader of the Rhodes Pirate Crew, learned that she had connections with many pirate crews, and then deliberately started a conversation, which led to a series of events that made the members of the Rhodes Pirate Crew step forward.

Upon closer examination, it makes perfect sense and is logical.

These young girls nowadays, how come they're all so cunning?

The old lady suddenly felt old.

If you refuse to accept getting old, how can you accept it?

Even if new talents emerge in every generation, I will not accept old age until I am buried.

Ahhh.

"Big sister, big sister..." A familiar voice suddenly rang in my ears.

what?

"What's wrong?" the old woman asked, snapping out of her daze.

"They've already left," the younger brother said.

"gone?"

Sure enough, surrounded by a group of people, the two women had disappeared into the street.

"That one from the Rhodes Pirates..."

"They've already taken them away."

"Oh."

The old woman nodded; there was indeed no one left on the roof.

……

"Get in the car."

The young man who was temporarily taking over the position of the minor leader reached out and opened the car door.

"I'll go first."

Heloise got into the car first, looked around, and then said to Anran, "No problem, Anran, you can get in now."

"..."

It felt like I had become a big shot.

An Ran sat down next to Heloise: "Actually, you don't need to go to so much trouble. I'm a mechanic, and I know very well whether there's a problem with this car."

“It’s better to be safe than sorry. Your safety is our top priority.” Heloise stared intently at An Ran with a serious expression. “I used to be a special agent and I’ve also carried out car bombings. I have quite a bit of experience. The cars here are different from the ones before, but not by much. I can confirm that they are safe.”

Holy crap.

The guy sitting in the front row suddenly jerked his hand.

Being a mechanic is a normal profession, but why is the other woman talking about being a secret agent and participating in terrorist attacks?

Is your experience considered quite extensive?

Tell me honestly, what exactly do you do?

Carefully wiping the sweat from his palms with a cloth, the young man didn't dare to say a word. He was the only member of the pirate crew in the car, and if the two women tried to force him, he would be powerless to resist.

Soon, the train departed.

An Ran leaned back in her seat: "Alright, then I'll trouble you."

"It's no trouble at all."

A hint of joy was hidden in his calm tone.

Overall, Heloise was not good at expressing her feelings—before she learned to express them through body language.

She usually has no expression, and even An Ran can't tell what she's thinking. An Ran treats her as a friend, but in fact, Heloise really sees An Ran as someone who can reshape her.

Heloise kept in mind the somewhat joking remark, "I'll give you a reason to live, come with me."

People cannot change so quickly unless they suffer a major blow.

For Heloise, nothing was more impactful than what she knew before Enron killed her.

Morningstar was merely a puppet of Night Owl, and all the crazy things she did in the end were just part of Night Owl's plan.

What a tragic thing this is.

No wonder Morning Star transformed from a resistance organization with lofty goals into a violent terrorist organization.

When the followers die, the faith upon which we depend for survival collapses, and life loses its meaning and joy.

Death is the best relief.

She was completely bewildered when she reappeared in the basement.

Unfamiliar surroundings, unfamiliar people.

But upon seeing Anran and Ella holding hammers, I immediately felt a sense of familiarity.