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Chapter 395 Pinocchio (Seventy-four)

"Hearing this, Hanabi suddenly burst into a silver bell-like laughter, as if she had heard a lame joke. "Great! It's time for my favorite part again, the stubborn part—you still don't know anything, right?"

Gold Sand shook his head gently. "No, no, I've already proven its existence through various signs. That's enough. As for the answers to these two questions, seventeen... no, sixteen system hours are enough for me to handle everything."

"Sixteen system hours, is that really enough? Then let me add some fuel to the fire?"

Hanabi suddenly pulled out a petal-shaped button from behind her back and handed it to Sagami. "Here, for you. This is my treasured Mutually Assured Destruction button. I have an identical one myself. If either of us presses it, the other person and the entire Pinocchio will instantly explode into the sky."

"If you really want the company to take over Pinocchio, and you want it so badly... then blowing up the table is one way to go. You can just start over! That's what the company is good at, right?" Hanabi chuckled. "When you're at your wit's end, just press it. Of course, you can also contact me. Think of it as my [hospice care]!"

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Chainsaw Man.

"Hey, hey! This thing can't be real, right?"

"So the girl you like is a terrorist, Denci... Anyone who likes terrorists should be locked up and put in jail!"

"Jail...? Then will there be bread and butter for breakfast? If so, that's not a problem..."

"...You idiot, I really can't save you."

Denci pried his eyelids open, earnestly admiring the adorable girl with twintails on the screen. Even though her words were harsh and looked like she deserved a beating, that didn't matter...as long as she was cute enough.

If he could make a wish, it would be best if such a cute girl would like him. He would have no way of rejecting a girl who likes him.

Come to think of it, the last girl who said she liked him also liked bombs as much as fireworks.

"By the way, Pava...isn't there anyone you like in the Sky Dome?" Denci was lying on the sofa bored. He had the impression that there had been many handsome men and beautiful women in the Sky Dome. The girls he liked alone were enough to surround the public security. Was there no one like Pava?

"Huh? What kind of idiotic question is that?"

Although she kept calling him an idiot, Pava still pretended to be thinking seriously. She pondered for four or five minutes before finally coming up with the answer: "Whoever gives me blood to drink, I will like him."

"Do you not look at faces at all?"

"That stuff is completely useless, right? But if I have to say I like it... I really like gold dust. This guy looks very smart. Drinking his blood should make me even smarter, right? Maybe I can join the Genius Club? Then... hehe, Denci, I'll have Boshizun make you a Command Envoy~"

Upon hearing this, Hayakawa Aki, who was drinking water nearby, almost choked to death and started coughing violently: "Pava, do you know how powerful the envoy is?"

"He's probably better than the Prime Minister of Japan... and about the same as the President of the United States, right?"

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"It's so dangerous... I guess the family didn't take you seriously at all? Otherwise, how did you sneak it in?"

"Hanabi smiled softly: "Hehe~ You just need to know that I have this ability."

"I'm afraid I have to decline your offer. Who knows if this little toy is any good? By the way, I don't plan on looking for that 'other mute friend' you mentioned, but I'm glad to hear he's still at Pinocchio."

Before leaving, Sagine glanced back at Hanabi one last time. "I'll do the rest myself: I'll stage a grand unveiling of my family's downfall. At its climax, the walls will crumble, the people will awaken, and even the speechless will speak again—"

"—When that time comes, please press the button and set off a huge firework to cheer me up. See you later, fool."

"After saying that, Gold Sand turned and left."

"You're still talking nonsense after all this... But it's a deal." Hanabi looked at Sagine's departing back, a smile of delight on her lips. "Please don't let me down, okay?"

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Detective Conan.

"Here, the coffee you asked for."

Ai Haibara placed her mug on the table next to Conan. She sat on a stool beside him, holding her coffee and asked calmly, "Do you still think that Shajin has hidden cards that he hasn't played yet? Forget it... He's already played all his cards."

"I do not believe."

Conan folded his hands over his chin, his mind replaying Gold Sand's words. "He must have some chips he hasn't played yet. Otherwise... where does his confidence come from?"

"Maybe he's just bluffing." Huibara Ai took a sip of coffee. "He's a gambler and a businessman. When he's out there, it doesn't matter how many cards he has, or even if he has any cards at all - what matters is making the other party 'think' he has any. Otherwise, his gambling game won't go on."

"Think about it carefully. What would happen if he showed even the slightest bit of panic or helplessness in front of Hanabi?"

Ai Haibara put down the cup, and the sound of ceramic and glass clashing made a crisp sound. "Hanabi will immediately lose interest in him...Hanabi enjoys teasing him because he is the company's P45, an elite above everyone else. But if he shows his cowardice, he will instantly fall from elite to ordinary."

"Besides, everything must be based on evidence... Kudo, you understand this principle best. If you believe Shajin has a hidden card, then where is it? That empty gift bag?"

"..."

Conan fell silent. Indeed, he couldn't produce any evidence at the moment, and he was just making a simple guess about Shajin's attitude.

The "other mute friend" he mentioned was undoubtedly Liuying, and Pioneer was currently tracking Liuying's whereabouts. If he truly found Liuying, it might provide decisive evidence for him to bring down the family...but he simply didn't want to look for her. Honestly, he completely failed to understand Shajin's logic.

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"In a cold prison cell, a blond boy stood in the shadows behind the iron bars. The scarlet code on his neck—a glaring crimson in the dim light, like a curse embedded in his flesh."

"You're back, No. 35. Do you like your amulet?" a cold man said.

"…Can the product code also be used as a talisman?"

Chapter 396 Pinocchio (Seventy-five)

"Shut up. I didn't give you permission to speak, you hyena from Tsygansk." The man snorted disdainfully. "Those guys in black suits didn't say much, so I don't know how you managed to survive that massacre. But I think you're lucky, so I bought you. From now on, you and your luck are my assets. Do you understand?"

"My first order for you is simple: I've purchased thirty... well, thirty-four other slaves besides you. Play a game with them—two days. Come out alive and prove your worth."

“…You’re crazy.”

The man chuckled softly, "Hehehe... just checking the goods."

"Aren't you afraid that this money will be wasted?" Shajin said coldly.

"I've got plenty of money, little golden retriever. The Pan-Galaxy slave market has plenty of smug brats like you." The man paused. "But you have a nice body, so many customers are betting their fortunes on a scrawny brat like you. Go ahead, and don't let your master down."

“…How much did you spend?”

"Oh, you want to know that? Sure. Sixty taambas (red copper coins), no more, no less."

"…I want to make a bet with you," Shajin gritted his teeth, speaking word by word, "Half of sixty, thirty cents… As long as I come back alive, you have to give it to me. Do you dare to bet?"

The man laughed heartily. "Want to bet with me? Sure, you've got guts!" He changed his tone to a haughty one. "But sorry, that's impossible. Slave, don't forget your status. You're not even qualified to sit at the table."

"You are just a bargaining chip, a life to be thrown out by others. Either help your master return with more chips, or... never come back."

"All or nothing—please don't embarrass me, Lucky."

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OVERLORD.

(His starting point was so low, he was truly a slave.)

(I thought Latio's words were exaggerated and insulting, but I didn't expect them to be stating the truth...)

In the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick, Ainz returned to his room and began to seriously consider the matter of slaves. The experience of the gold dust had given him much inspiration. While humans' mastery of magic was not as great as that of the Guardians, they undoubtedly possessed a different "foundation"—perhaps they could be nurtured to develop different talents.

If the slave owner in the Sky Curtain had killed Sha Jin from the very beginning, then a very talented human being would have completely disappeared from this world, and his good luck, talent, means... all of these would have turned into a dream bubble.

and so……

"Demiurge, there should still be quite a few humans imprisoned in the Great Tomb, right?" Ainz looked at the demon that followed him.

"Ah... yes, Ainz-sama... they are two-legged sheep captured from nearby. We have carefully skinned them to use as material for the scrolls."

Demiurge hesitated for a moment before continuing his answer.

"Is that so... Is there any substitute for this material?"

"Hmm... If it's the hide of an adult male, I'm afraid I won't be able to find the most suitable material to replace it. The inferior hide is female, which has a certain toughness. The worst hide is the skin of the elderly and children... one is too old and wrinkled, the other is too tender and thin, neither of which is suitable for processing."

"I see……"

Ainz's words were tinged with a hint of laughter, leaving Demiurge momentarily confused as to what his master meant.

"Sir Supreme, do you think skinning isn't efficient enough? I can instruct the torture therapist to speed up the healing of the two-legged sheep's skin, so we can skin them every two days. However, this might cause them to suffer a mental breakdown and commit suicide... then we'll have to recapture them."

"That's not necessary. My thoughts are exactly the opposite of yours, Demiurge."

Demiurge was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head respectfully.

"Ah... Lord Ainz, what do you mean...?"

"Since the skins of the elderly and children are unsuitable for making scrolls, why not release them? A reasonable number of women can also be released... but don't let them go back. Instead, erase their memories of this experience and allow them to continue serving the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick."

"Asking humans to serve Ainz-sama? Isn't that too much of a reward for them?"

Everyone in the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick regarded loyalty to Ainz-sama as a reward, and many maids would even forgo their monthly rest day to continue working. A full thirty days of work a month was the greatest reward for them.

Being able to come to the Great Tomb and serve the Supreme Lord...aren't these humans too lucky?

"This is my second mission for you, Demiurge... You must discover the potential of these humans and allow their talents to be fully utilized. For example, some humans have a talent for swordsmanship, while others are suited to magic... In short, you must make full use of them, especially the children... You must pay special attention."

"As you command, I will sort them out in batches based on age and talent. However, Ainz-sama...if some humans truly lack talent, could you please advise how to deal with them?"

"Well, just continue to be skinning material. Oh, and tell Albedo about this. You two can do this together."

"As you command, Your Majesty."

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"Xing and the others and Gallagher came to a bar, where a handsome older sister named Shuong warmly welcomed them."

"Shu Weng and Gallaher are old acquaintances. He was once the bartender at this Dream Bar. Speaking of which, Gallaher even took the initiative to show off his skills and made a unique drink for the guests from the train group."

"Finally, he asked Xing to choose a garnish for his special drink."

"Brother Hanu's sign."

"'Brave rebel, may you, like him, break your chains.'" Gallagher stuck the sign on the rim of the cup. "Well, it's done. This 'Ticket to the Graveyard' is a toast to you, Nameless Guest—"

“To the dead and dying.”

"After tasting their drinks, everyone was filled with praise, marveling at the wonderful and rich flavors. Jizi even took the opportunity to ask Gallaher about his ingenuity in blending them."

"Unfortunately, if you're expecting a profound answer, you'll be disappointed," Gallagher said, spreading his hands. "His message is quite simple... This is simply the true taste of Dreamland, nothing more."

"Himeko pondered, "Is this true taste... related to Mikhail?"

Chapter 397 Pinocchio (Seventy-six)

"Heh... you know quite a bit, I was right about you. Now I have no reason not to be honest with you all. Let me start by telling you about the case, and of course... I'll also include the story of Mikhail."

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Marvel Universe.

"I'm done!"

Star-Lord slammed a can of beer on the table, his angry voice echoing throughout the Milan.

"It doesn't matter if we can't find the Eternal Fire Residence—" He turned his head to look out the window. In the light curtain in the distant space, Ji Zi and others were about to learn the story about Mikhail. They were so close to the truth, but they couldn't even find the coordinates of Pinocchio and were still wandering around in space.

"If we don't find Pinocchio soon, they'll find the watchmaker's legacy! Then we won't even be able to breathe the train's exhaust! Damn... aren't they in the Milky Way? How come they can't even locate a tourist planet? Damn, is this thing broken?"

Star-Lord angrily slapped the dashboard used for navigation, trying to physically "repair" this second-hand item he bought from a collector.

Drax sat cross-legged on a chair, sharpening his beloved dagger. He looked up and asked, "Could it be that Pinocchio doesn't exist at all?"

"You mean... it's an illusion?" Mantis poked her head out from behind the potted plant.

"Unlikely." Gamora looked at the light curtain floating in the sky. "We can clearly feel the influence of the underworld, which is enough to prove that the world within the light curtain is real - it may even be the masterpiece of a star god. Moreover, this light curtain seems to have a bit of the power of a star god in it, otherwise... we wouldn't have driven the spaceship for two months and not even touched the light curtain."

"I understand!"

Rocket suddenly popped his head out of the cockpit and said excitedly, "It's a parallel universe! I should have thought of that earlier! Those Interstellar Peace employees on the screen were almost sticking ads on the toilet bowls, but we didn't see a single ad. How is that even possible?"

"Yes, indeed..."

Rocket's words did offer a more plausible explanation. His adoptive father, Thanos, roamed countless galaxies, yet she had never heard from him about "Star God" or the "Interstellar Peace Corporation." If the Light Curtain hadn't suddenly appeared in the universe, she probably would still be completely clueless about Star God.

"OK, then the goal has changed. We should find a way to go to the parallel universe immediately." Star-Lord raised his arm and called out.

"Hey, hey, hey, are you crazy?!" Gamora blocked his way. "Do you know that their universe is much more dangerous than ours? Their star gods can easily destroy countless galaxies with just a few moves. Do you think we can survive such a catastrophe? We might be driving a spaceship in space one day, and the next second, everything will be gone!!"