The girl with white hair and red eyes is serious about revenge

What kind of lunatic is this? As soon as this inexplicable question flashed through Pace's mind, the door of the shuttle opened.

A tall man was standing at the door of the shuttle. Before Pace even had time to take a closer look, he felt a gravitational force sucking him towards the door!

At this moment, he had no time to think about anything else. He could only drive [Farewell Gift] towards the shuttle and get as close as possible under the turbulence of the energy storm.

But even so, the powerful attraction and the thrust provided by the [Farewell Gift] could not withstand the terrifying power of the factor energy storm!

Seeing that Pace was about to be blown away by the factor energy storm, he suddenly shot out the factor energy hook on his wrist, trying to get closer to the shuttle.

But all this did nothing, it just slowed down the time it took for Pace to be scraped away.

Just then, Pace saw the figure in the cabin rubbing his wrists and doing a simple warm-up exercise.

Then, that guy actually jumped out of the shuttle cabin!

"Fuck, you are sick!!!"

Pace roared, but the figure rode the factor energy storm without fear. A layer of red factor shield temporarily blocked the storm for him.

In an instant, he flew in front of Pace.

A giant hand grabbed Pace's collar, picked him up like a little rabbit, and threw him fiercely into the cabin.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Pace was spinning and approaching the cabin. He was about to jump in, but was pulled by the storm and fell downwards.

It's over... Pace's heart sank, and he seemed to have realized his own fate.

The next second, Pace heard the sound of the rocket injector.

He turned around and found that the tall figure was flying towards Pace, with the huge iron fist aimed at Pace——

"boom--"

The moment he was hit by the iron fist, Pace felt that all the bones in his body were shattered. He flew in a spin with tears streaming down his face, and then crashed heavily into the cabin of the shuttle.

"I rely on!"

Lying in the cabin, Pace spat out a mouthful of blood and instantly felt weak all over his body.

He saw the tall figure jump into the cabin propelled by the rocket fist and close the hatch.

Then, a strong feeling of weightlessness came over him, and Pace knew that the shuttle had left the competition venue in an instant.

He wanted to get up and say something, but he felt that his vision was getting darker and darker, as if all the overdrafts he had made before were being repaid at this moment.

Before he completely lost consciousness, he saw a pair of black pupils.

Black pupils flickering with snow and fire.

......

Interlude) Recast Steel (Part 3) - Additional Update -

"It sounds pretty cool," Perlis nodded slightly at Pace, "if it weren't for the part where you got knocked away."

"Don't say anymore. My chest still hurts..." Pace rubbed his chest subconsciously. "That punch broke three of my ribs and caused internal bleeding. It was also the direct cause of my shock..."

"To be honest, I subjectively feel that the damage caused to me by that punch was more than that caused by the energy storm..."

After listening to Pace's description, Perlis felt a little ashamed, so much so that she began to avoid Evans Monarch.

No wonder Aoi has always been so good with Evans Monarch, those two guys are both crazy in some way...

"..."

After thinking for a while, Pace cleared his throat and said:

"But...he is actually a very decent person. Although he always looks a little neurotic, he is very good..."

"When I was a kid, everyone in my family told me that Uncle Evans was a traitor to Thebite. They said he was out of place, didn't like hunting, and preferred to study steel, so he was brainwashed by the Federation..."

"But when I really talked to him, I realized that his ambitions were not limited to this..."

“He’s in the sober minority.”

......

"Uh...ah..."

In the dim darkness, Pace slowly opened his eyes, his vision blurry.

At first there was a blurry halo, and when his vision became clear, he saw an operating light flashing a faint white light.

"Get up, kid, it's just a few ribs... I'll fix it for you..."

Pace turned his head and found a burly man with a stubble on his face sitting next to the operating table, with Pace's image reflected in his black pupils.

"Uncle Evans...?"

"Oh, you still recognize me?" Evans curled his lips slightly, "Let me make it clear first, I will not apologize for eating your candy at your fourth birthday party. Don't even think about it."

"I don't even remember this happening..."

Waves of pain burst out in his chest. Pace raised his head with all his strength and found that his body was connected to countless tubes.

"How long can I live?" Pace's voice trembled a little.

"A few hundred years, maybe? If you want, I can let you live for thousands of years, but the prerequisite is that you have to top up the platinum membership of Monaco Clinic...if there is such a thing..."

Evans spoke in that hoarse and frivolous voice, curling his lips.

"You are such a daredevil, skateboarding in the energy storm. Even when I was young, I didn't play as wild as you."

"I have no choice..."

Pace wanted to get up, but found himself too weak to do anything. He had no choice but to lie back on the bed and sighed:

"How long have I slept?"

"Less than a week," Evans laughed hoarsely. "Of course, that's mainly because I kept knocking you out. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to handle it."

"Can't stand what...?"

"What do you think? Stupid boy, you don't really think that after encountering the factor energy storm, your tattered body can still be used normally? Strong factor energy has a strong corrosive ability. The burnt organs are basically irreparable and will only continue to fail until you die..."

Having said that, Evans pondered for a while, and then stated as if reading out the menu:

"I replaced your liver with a new one... Your kidney looked OK, so I repaired it and put in a few implants... As for your lungs, I replaced the lobes directly. After all, you inhaled strong factor energy directly in the storm. It's lucky you didn't burn to death on the spot... Your ribs were a little vulnerable, so I broke them and replaced them with stronger biological materials. As for that thing... your thing wasn't damaged, so I didn't cut it off. I just washed it..."

"And your left wrist..."

Speaking of wrists, Pace felt a phantom pain. He raised his left hand and found that it had been replaced with a silver mechanical hand.

The rough structure of the robot arm was exposed, flashing with cold light and a faint chill.

"So, there are a lot of...machines in my body now?" Pace's expression was not very calm.

"What? Me too," Evans laughed hoarsely, "Boy, this is super cool, okay?"

"But...but do we need to change the battery?"

"Are you mentally retarded? Bioelectricity is the power source. Why don't you use a wool battery?"

"Then...will it short-circuit?"

"It's definitely not more frequent than your brain short-circuiting... Damn it..."

Evans sighed softly, twisted his wrist, and pressed a button on the console.

The tubes on Pace's body began to pop out one after another. At the same time, a shot of blue medicine was injected into Pace's body. Several mechanical arms began to sew up the wounds left by the tubes, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

"Don't worry, you will only become stronger than before..." Evans said nonchalantly, "What I care more about is why you came to the competition? After my noble brother was killed by the kid from the Irenforno family, I rarely got any information about you."

"Because of a promise..." Pace sighed softly, "I owed a girl something...so..."

"Oh, come on, are you going to try that young love game with me again?" Evans curled his lips in disdain.

"No..." Pace shook his head slightly, "That girl looks a lot like Lianna, Lianna Monarch."

Hearing Lianna's name, Evans' expression restrained a little, and a certain aura in the room settled.

He took out a cigarette, lit it without asking Pace's opinion, and took two puffs.

"You mean Perlis Havrgard?"

"Yes," Pace's heart skipped a beat as if he suddenly remembered something, "Is she... is she okay?"

He suddenly remembered what happened to Perlis, and realized that she had gone to fight Ivar, and he didn't know the outcome yet.

"She's fine," Evans sneered, "If 'fine' means 'alive', then she's fine."

"What...what do you mean?" Pesce said blankly, "She and Ivar..."

"The Scavenger is dead, killed by her own hands," Evans sneered again, "but she was just a silly girl. You who came here with her, and that girl called Carly Fellowes, are all complete idiots."

Evans stood up, put the cigarette butt against his chest, threw it away, and then put his eyes close to Pace:

"This was Laplace's plan from the beginning, understand? She is now imprisoned in the holding cell of Babel Tower Prison, contributing her only use as Hafurgard, her bloodline."

"If you really treat her as that little girl Lianna Monarch, then you are not doing enough..."

"..."

After saying this, Evans took two steps back and lightly pressed the button.

All the wounds and tubes on Pace's body had been treated. He sat up on the edge of the bed in a daze, looked at his wrist, and then looked at Evans.

"I really don't understand these things. I don't think I have the vision and perspective..."

Pace shook his head slightly, but soon, his dark eyes flickered again:

"Stop talking nonsense and tell me how to get her out."

"Oh," Evans sneered hoarsely, "then you'll have to work harder."

In the dark room, two pairs of black pupils met, and both Monarks smiled in tacit understanding.

Pace stood up, walked to Evans and extended his hand to him.

The two iron hands were clasped together, making a sound of steel colliding.

"By the way, what are my hands made of? Why do they feel so cold?"

After releasing his hand, Pace looked at his silver hand in confusion.

Seeing his appearance, Evans sneered hoarsely and said with a rather malicious tone:

"Made with your father's cold steel knife."

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Interlude) Recast Steel (Part 4) - Additional Update -

Under the dim light, Pace stretched out his left hand to Pearlis and showed her the details on it.

This is a silver hand with a classic mechanical style, like some kind of conceptual art. The slightly worn edges are illuminated by warm light, but it cannot cover up the sharp silver light it emits.

The silver light seemed to be the embodiment of cold air, and for a moment, Perlis couldn't help but think of the violent snowstorm on Wanren Mountain.

"Uncle Evans said that the cold steel knife was almost melted out of shape by the elemental energy storm," Pace sighed helplessly, "so he forged this hand for me... Well, except that it's a little cold, it's actually pretty good."

"Is this your father's cold steel knife?" Perlis asked, "Didn't Ryan give it to you?"

"Well... this is a long story. I don't think I've ever told you about it."

Pace sighed, and the sunset of La Vadino flashed in his black pupils.

"When we said goodbye, while drinking with Brother Rein, he told me that this knife was given to him by a lord named Karl Monak, who asked him to give it to the next Thebiter who walked out of the Wanren Mountain..."

"And Karl Monarch is my father... the former [Monarch], the great lord of Wanren Mountain."

"Dad probably guessed the fate of the Monarch family a long time ago, and also guessed that one of our descendants would be exiled... so he laid his own foreshadowing in advance..."

"I once complained about my father's actions in the tavern, thinking that he shouldn't give up power so easily, otherwise we wouldn't have ended up like this... I used to fall into depravity, blame others, and resign myself to fate, but now I realize that he had actually guessed everything..."

As he said this, Pace's eyes became more determined, and he looked at Perlis with a serious expression, no longer as sloppy as before:

"He was just following the trend of history. In that era, whether he gave up power or not, a bloody revolution would eventually take place in Wanren Mountain."

"He guessed that a member of the Monarch family would be exiled after losing power, and he also knew that the kingdom's sun would eventually rise after setting, so he entrusted everything to the right person..."

"The fact that I was able to get this cold steel knife is enough to illustrate my father's conclusion on the direction of this trend:"