American Comics: From Map Editor to Immortal Gods

The lights in the Red Rose Bar suddenly flickered, sometimes red and sometimes blue.

Women dressed in revealing clothes and wearing masks, and men dressed in formal tailcoats and suits, also wearing masks like aristocrats from the last century, led their companions to dance under the lights.

"Wow, is this the Red Rose Bar's signature masked ballroom dance? I thought it would be crazy, but I didn't expect even the dancing to be so elegant and artistic."

Yoon Ji-soo looked at the stage with curiosity; it was completely different from the bar she had imagined.

Zhao Hailun, speaking with the air of someone who had been there, said, "I heard that the bar owner is a noble hereditary earl who still wields great power even a thousand years later."

Yoon Ji-soo, who had a certain idealism about aristocrats, exclaimed upon hearing this, "No wonder the waiters here are all so elegant, like aristocrats who have undergone long-term training."

Sif was perhaps drunk, for upon hearing this, she laughed indifferently, “A nobleman from a thousand years ago? Perhaps I have even met his ancestors.”

Sif is over a thousand years old, about the same age as Thor.

She even participated in the battle against the Frost Giants.

She briefly traveled in Norway, leaving behind the legend of the Valkyrie.

Nobles? She'd seen far too many; they were nothing to her.

Rowling simply had absolutely no interest in the so-called Western aristocracy.

This tiny place has hundreds of kingdoms, and countless nobles.

"Sif, why don't you stop drinking?"

Yoon Ji-soo and Jo Hae-lun assumed that Sif was drunk and quickly tried to dissuade her from drinking any more.

"I'm not drunk."

Sif waved her hand dismissively, then poured herself another glass of wine and gulped it down.

"Will she be alright? Why don't you try to talk to her?"

Zhao Hailun looked at Luo Lin with a worried expression.

Rowling shook his head and said, "Don't worry about her. Asgardians are all heavy drinkers; this little bit of alcohol is nothing to them."

With that, Luo Lin snapped his fingers, "Waiter, two more dozen, please!"

Sif is a picky drinker; she won't drink anything that isn't good.

To ensure Sif could drink to her heart's content, Rowling ordered a bottle of century-old wine that cost tens of thousands of dollars.

A dozen bottles of liquor are worth nearly a million dollars!

When the waiter easily brought up the two large bottles of wine, he gave Sif a strange look, and when he saw her rude way of drinking, a look of disgust flashed across his face.

It seemed as if Sif was ruining their fine wine.

When Yoon Ji-soo and Jo Hae-ryun saw the value of the wine, they were completely stunned.

Seeing Siff drinking so heavily, they assumed it was just some ordinary champagne or something similar, never imagining it was a fine wine costing tens of thousands of dollars a bottle!

Sif's glass of wine is almost equivalent to a bottle of wine. In other words, while they were talking, Sif drank at least several million dollars' worth of wine!

Wow~ I didn't expect him to be an 18-year-old rich high school boy!

The two gasped, and even their drinking gestures became much more elegant.

It was their first time drinking such a precious rice wine, and they had the illusion of appreciating a work of art.

But every time I see Sif and Rowling drinking like this, I feel a huge sense of disparity.

They watched helplessly as Sif and Rowling finished two dozen bottles of wine in a few gulps, and then ordered four more.

This time, the waiter's gaze became even more peculiar, and he couldn't help but say:

"Sir, Madam, please restrain yourselves a little. Fine wine and delicious food are meant to be savored slowly."

Luo Lin glanced at him indifferently, casually slapped a card on the table, and said, "Stop talking nonsense, we're not short of money, bring as much as you have!"

The waiter hesitated, then seemed to remember something and left helplessly.

Not long after, a tall woman wearing a black leather jacket walked over.

She walked to the side as if she knew everyone very well.

"Hello, I'm Serena, the person in charge here."

Luo Lin glanced at her, a slight smile playing on his lips. "What, you're out of wine?"

Serena shook her head and said confidently, "We have plenty of wine, and we can provide even older vintages if you wish."

"And it's absolutely genuine!"

Serena raised the fiery red wine and took a small sip. Every movement she made was so elegant that no one could find fault with her.

"I'm here to apologize for the poor service I received earlier."

"As a token of my gratitude, I've decided to offer you... a dozen bottles of fine wine, free of charge."

Serena always felt a bit reluctant when it came to the idea of ​​a dozen.

She deliberately avoided looking at the oversized glasses in Sif and Rowling's hands, using the act of drinking to conceal her thoughts.

Upon hearing this, Yoon Ji-soo asked with some curiosity, "Is your boss's family in the winemaking business? Why do they have so many fine wines preserved?"

Serena smiled and shook her head without saying anything.

But Rowling knew the reason very well.

Because nearly half the people in the bar, including Serena, are vampires!

The wine we're drinking right now might have been made possible by the vampires present.

A hundred years is a long time for mortals, but for vampires, it's just the time it takes to sleep.

He brews wine whenever he feels like it, and he might just casually pull out a bunch of centuries-old vintages.

Chapter 114 Underworld Legends: Serena, you must be Superman!

The picture shows Serena.

Sif was still drinking.

She seemed quite indifferent to everything here.

Even when Serena came over, she merely glanced at her and then ignored her.

Serena glanced at Sif and Rolin from time to time, watching them drink one cup after another, her eyebrows furrowing slightly.

She shook her head discreetly at several men and women in the distance, who were also dressed in black leather jackets.

Just then, a tall Black man wearing sunglasses walked in from outside.

Luo Lin suddenly asked, "Can you take your wine to go?"

Serena was surprised; this was the first time she had ever seen someone ask such a question in all these years.

After a moment's hesitation, given Rowling and Sif's exaggerated drinking capacity, he nodded.

How many do you need?

"Get as much as you can within three minutes."

Rowling made a strange request.

Serena was even more puzzled, then nodded and beckoned a waiter.

"What happened?"

Slightly tipsy, Zhao Hailun asked curiously.

"Because it's no longer safe here."

Luo Lin looked meaningfully at the man in sunglasses who was the last to enter.

[Anomalies detected: Serena (Underworld) and Eric Brooks, Blade Warrior. Gained 200 Anomaly Points. Current Anomaly Points: 1000/5800]

"Underworld?"

Rowling looked at Serena in surprise, never expecting that this Serena was the vampire heroine from Underworld.

Looking at it this way, Serena's attire really resembled the woman in his memory, only this Serena was even more beautiful, so much so that Rolin didn't immediately make the connection.

Serena's attention was now drawn to what Rolin had just said.

Her expression hardened, and she instinctively became alert.

I immediately looked toward the gate, where there stood a black man with a cold expression and a menacing aura.

That's... Blade?!

Damn!

Seemingly sensing that someone was watching him, the black man looked up and met Serena's gaze.

With a clang, the Bladesmith drew his sword and killed a masked woman.

The woman let out a sharp wail, then turned to ash and scattered on the ground.

“Murder!”

"Damn Blade, this isn't a place for you to run wild!"

The masked men and women who were dancing earlier had nearly half of them remove their disguises, revealing sharp teeth and claws, and nimbly leaped over ten meters like cats to attack the Blade Warrior.

"Death Walker, take him down!"

Upon seeing this, Serena's face darkened. Forgetting all pretense, she pulled out two guns from behind her back and shouted at the man in the suit in charge of security in the distance.

The Deathwalkers are the external armed force of the Serena vampire clan, composed of the most elite vampires.

Besides tracking down and eliminating the almost extinct werewolves, their daily routine revolves around maintaining the vampires' dominance.

Serena is the leader of the Death Walkers and is highly regarded by the vampire elders.

"Serena is a vampire?"

Yoon Ji-soo and Jo Hae-ryun were so startled that they instantly sobered up.

However, Sif continued drinking, which didn't seem strange at all.

"Aren't you afraid?"

Yoon Ji-soo leaned closer to Ra-im; if her legs hadn't been so weak, she would have run away immediately.

However, the battle between the Blade and the vampire blocked the bar's front entrance, forcing everyone to squeeze through the narrow back door.

Sif squinted and slammed her shield and sword on the table. "There are no cowards among Asgardian warriors!"

With Sif's strength, she could easily kick away a car weighing several tons. With this casual slap, she directly cracked the low table made of unknown material.

Sif muttered, "Things from Earth are really unreliable."

Rowling objected, "There are still things on Earth that are very durable, you just haven't discovered them yet."

"is it?"

Sif tilted her head back and gulped down another glass. "I don't believe it."

Yoon Ji-soo and Jo Hae-ryun were startled again.

They looked at Sif as if they had seen a ghost.

Good heavens, what kind of hellhole has this place entered?

American bars are awful, I want to go home!

While Yoon Ji-soo was still thinking about how to escape,

From the back door came a chorus of gasps.

"Oh my god, there's a wolf!"

"The werewolf is killing people!"

Several wolf howls came from outside the back door, and the crowd retreated like a tide, revealing several hairy, strong werewolves bursting in from outside.

Several unlucky guys didn't have time to dodge and were scratched and kicked to the ground by the werewolves.

Werewolves broke in not only through the back door, but also through the front door.

One group guarded the gate, while the other charged at the vampires.

Werewolves generally don't bother with ordinary people, but if someone blocks their way, they won't hesitate to slap them away.