Chapter Seventy-Nine: Altering the Rules

Of course, that's not to say there are no solutions at all—one of them is the Sage Mode.

By evening, the police had announced the results of their investigation: the accident was due to a failure in the elevator cables. Professor Miyano Ryuzawa's fatal fall was ruled a pure accident.

To the north of the seafood restaurant lay the ferry dock, where numerous boats were moored. About a hundred meters further east, there was a deep-water pier, reserved for larger ships.

Ouyang Fu, perhaps even in his wildest dreams, would never have imagined that Golden Eagle—his longtime close comrade and master—would truly harden his heart and deal him a fatal blow.

A day had passed, and at the outskirts of the Desolation of Withered Bones, the oppressive aura of destruction had finally dissipated somewhat. Hidden powerhouses began to reveal themselves, all vying for the best positions on the periphery of the dead zone.

At that moment, the way his cheeks bulged on both sides drew the gaze of many, leaving them deeply moved.

Yi Ren was about to respond as expected, but halfway through his words, he suddenly stopped. He couldn’t—rather, the Rinnegan had not granted him the method to use the innate technique of Samsara.

The view from the rooftop was indeed superb, but inevitably cold and lonely. The once steaming dishes had now grown completely cold.

Hearing this, Mei Terumi glanced behind her at Liu Yuanzhi, who was snickering slyly. Her face darkened, and she grabbed Yi Ren by the collar, lifting him up.

Handsome, but not bright—that was why Ruth Gilbert had chosen him. If she absolutely had to pick, it would be a man pleasing to the eye and easy to control... She never settled for less.

But to establish Cao Chong would be to flout the order of seniority and propriety, and as someone who had always adhered to etiquette, she found herself unable to voice such a suggestion.

King Rabelais's face was grim. Among the various nations, only Rabelais was a staunch supporter of Hugo. Recently, there had been rumors that the Emperor of Rabelais was, in fact, Hugo’s agent planted among the three kingdoms. At the slightest sign of trouble, Hugo would immediately learn of their movements.

As for what exactly had happened, Wang Yuhao had some idea. But now, seeing Zhang Rui in her current state, he simply couldn’t help but want to laugh.

"I’m just going to the restroom," Zheng Yuqing said, not wanting to hear any more convoluted questions. Her mind simply couldn’t keep up. A few injuries were nothing; better to let them talk it out. What she needed to know, she’d learn in time.

She might as well do it herself. The Western food chef now only needed to handle meals for the whole crew.

Though things were a bit chaotic, the people here lived with the greatest freedom—unburdened by stifling rules. Even the women could chase their men through the streets. He’d spent many years away, but never heard of such a thing anywhere else.

It could be said that the Grand Historian decided whether the emperor would travel, hold rituals, and might even offer advice on matters as personal as the imperial bedchamber.

The White Leopard was magnificent. After a brief testing phase with Golden Boy and Silver Boy, he slaughtered his way through them without pause, a display that shocked all who witnessed it. Zhu Xie Gu Zhu was especially shaken.

Qin Yi comforted himself thus, then spent some time with the ladies in the living room watching a talk show. The host’s endless jokes about "butts, butts" had everyone laughing, before he eventually stepped out alone.

Following the fish-faced man down the corridor, Xu Chi tried to contact Swordfish and Mo Xuan via radio, but couldn’t get a signal.

"The last one!" Sisi counted silently, taking a deep breath and mustering all her strength for one final effort.

By the time she left the house, she was so hungry her stomach pressed against her back, her steps unsteady. Used to snacking all the time, she now bit into loneliness itself.

"Qingning, didn’t you say… you were going to buy me a gift? Why are you empty-handed? Not that I mind, I’m just asking," Shen Bin hurriedly pulled Cheng Qingning onto the sofa in the suite.

After being thrown out, they realized they were no match for Lin Zhengtian and could only flee in embarrassment.

Emperor Yude let the matter drop with little fuss, sparing both the Empress Dowager and the Empress any further shame. As for the scapegoat, it was inevitable—since her own mistress had abandoned her, Yude saw no reason to keep her.

It hadn’t felt cold inside the shop, but outside, the wind had picked up, swirling dust into the air and whipping the clothes of passersby NPCs. Yet these people seemed accustomed to the climate and didn’t mind at all—the streets remained as lively as ever.

At the entrance of the village, she happened to run into Lady Xiao. No one knew what she was saying to A-Zhen and Xiao Shengqian, but her expression was particularly fierce.

I tossed all my clothes onto the seat of the van, but Sister Tang Fen was stunned.

At that moment, a blue sports car sped up to the airport entrance and screeched to a halt.

As for abandoning the lands beyond the Great Wall to fall back to Shanhai Pass, thereby minimizing Ming’s expenditures against the Later Jin—perhaps that is the case after all.

"Report: we’ve intercepted their long-wave communications." Before he finished speaking, the duty operator from the telegraph room entered, confirming his words.

You could see what you looked like at twenty, at thirty, at forty, fifty, even aged and on the verge of death.

Besides the sworn testimony, there were two additional procedures—cross-verification and joint declaration—to prevent cheating among the candidates.

The familiar G-force pressed against the cockpit, followed by the shriek of metal scraping against the ground. Sparks danced on the side screens. In a flash, the MS’s main screen shifted from the dark hold of the transport plane to the endless blue sky above the Sea of Marmara.

Roy pointed behind him. On the screen, the man’s figure was visible only from behind—well-proportioned, wearing a flight helmet, facing the cockpit’s flickering displays and instruments.