Chapter 1 Main Universe, Potter Star

This planet is less than one-sixth the size of Earth, with a permanent population of about 280 million and a floating population that consistently hovers around 100 million.

It is known as "The Fetid Haven." Here, you can find cosmic pirates, interstellar fugitives, shady merchants, mutated monsters, and the like everywhere.

They are like a swarm of flies drawn to the stench, gathering here to prepare for their next deal.

Without a doubt, this is a place governed by the "underground order." Although there is no so-called government, no laws, or law enforcement agencies, there are still "rules."

Everyone is a supervisor, and everyone is an enforcer.

Even the most notorious criminals in the universe dare not act rashly here. Forget murder and robbery... on Potter Star, if you dare to skip out on a meal, the owner and onlookers will turn you into a dish to settle the debt.

In a sense, it's ironic.

On planets with laws, many people, especially those who control a large amount of social resources, can often evade justice through various means. They harm, plunder, plagiarize, cheat, oppress, distort the truth, and run rampant... but in the end, they only receive some insignificant punishments or even escape altogether.

But, on this planet without laws, everyone has to pay for their actions... of course, the price isn't exactly fair.

In the end, this world is an unreasonable place; and since it's unreasonable anyway... more people will still choose to stay in a place with legal constraints, sharing relative fairness with those in the same social class.

However, on Potter Star... there are no such people.

...

Bang—Squeak—

The sound of the revolving door caught everyone's attention.

Under the gazes of dozens of different eyes, an Earthling wearing a long purple suit walked in.

This was a bar in the traditional American Western style.

There was no annoying music, no flashing lights, and certainly no large group of empty, lonely, sick, pretentious, and vulgar idiots shaking their heads and jumping around on the dance floor.

There was only a bar, a few tables of customers, and as for the music... a black man sitting in the corner playing the piano was pretty standard; as long as you bought him a drink, he would give you a first-class jazz solo that you couldn't hear anywhere else; but it's best not to chat with him, let alone ask about his past, or he will make you his "past" too.

Tap, tap, tap...

When Feng Bujue entered the bar, the slightly noisy environment suddenly quieted down, making the sound of his boots on the wooden floor unusually clear.

At this moment, the bartender, the waitress, the black man playing the piano, and all the customers... all stopped what they were doing and silently stared at Jue-ge. The unspeakable, oppressive atmosphere was enough to make someone turn around and run away.

However, Feng Bujue didn't feel any discomfort.

He walked casually to the bar, jumped onto a high stool (considering that most customers were about 1.5 times the size of humans, the size of the high stools was also relatively large), propped an elbow on the bar, and looked at the bartender, saying, "Fatty~ Give your grandpa a bowl of zhajiangmian (noodles with savory soybean paste)."

The bartender was indeed a fat man, with a toad-like head, a round body, light green skin, and webbing between his fingers.

So, he didn't really care about Feng Bujue's "Fatty" address.

"I don't have zhajiangmian here." Two seconds later, the bartender looked at Jue-ge and replied respectfully.

"Then I want fish ball noodles," Feng Bujue continued.

"I don't have fish ball noodles here either," the bartender said again.

"Then I want eel noodles," Jue-ge said again.

"This is a bar, there are no noodles at all," the bartender replied.

"Then give me an order of fish balls," Jue-ge readily replied.

"No fish balls..." The corners of the bartender's mouth began to twitch.

"Then is there any zhajiang (savory soybean paste)?" Feng Bujue asked again.

"No," the bartender replied, and immediately added, "By the way, there's no eel either!"

"Alright," Feng Bujue shrugged helplessly.

Just as the bartender felt relieved...

"I want curry rice," Feng Bujue ordered another irrelevant thing.

"I only have drinks here..." The veins on the bartender's head were already popping out, "Don't order any more food."

"Oh~ You should have said so earlier," Jue-ge smiled, "Give me a bowl of tofu pudding, I want the savory kind."

Just as the bartender couldn't bear it anymore and was about to explode...

"Hey! Kid." A customer who occupied a table alone stood up and shouted at Feng Bujue.

Jue-ge turned his head when he heard the sound and saw a burly "Rhino-man" walking towards him.

"What's up, Rocksteady (Rocksteady is the name of the goofy rhino in the 87 version of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)?" Feng Bujue looked at the other party and jokingly teased.

The Rhino-man didn't understand the joke, nor did he care; he just continued, "If I'm not mistaken... you're the 'Crazy Bujue'?"

"That's right, it's me," Feng Bujue replied, "What do you want?"

"Hmph..." The Rhino-man snorted, came to Jue-ge excitedly, stared at the latter closely with a condescending gaze for five or six seconds, and then... suddenly grinned, "Hey... hehe... I'm your fan, can I get an autograph?"

Feng Bujue also smiled, "Hehe... sure, shaking hands and taking photos are fine too."

"Really?" The Rhino-man opened his eyes wide and asked excitedly.

"Definitely," Feng Bujue replied very simply.

"Ah!" At this moment, a group of people at the table closest to the bar stood up, and a snake-faced guy leading the group stuck out his tongue and said to Jue-ge, "Um... I... we are also your fans, Mr. Crazy, I wonder if we can shake your hand and take a..."

"Sure~ sure~" Feng Bujue readily agreed before they could finish speaking.

"Mr. Crazy! We also..."

"Can we hug you?"

"Please write a sentence for my newborn daughter, any swear word will do!"

For a time, everyone in the bar flocked over, surrounding Jue-ge at the bar, making the scene like a fan meeting... obviously, in the neutral and chaotic camps of the main universe, Crazy Bujue had a very high profile and was extremely popular.

However, it seemed that not everyone was his fan.

At this moment, there was still one person in the room who not only did not approach Jue-ge but also silently put down the money for his drink and quietly left the bar.

And his every move... naturally did not escape Feng Bujue's eyes.

...

Fifteen minutes later, in a dark alley tens of kilometers away.

A figure wearing a hooded coat, hiding his face under the hood, was walking quickly in the shadows...

This figure was none other than the one who left the bar earlier.

In these short fifteen minutes, he had traveled such a long distance on foot, which was enough to show that he was by no means an ordinary being.

Clang—Clang—Clang—

Just as the figure was about to walk out of this deserted alley, several heavy sounds of metal treading on the ground rang out from in front of him. Along with the sound of footsteps, a humanoid mecha about three meters high appeared at the entrance of the alley, blocking the figure's path.

Seeing this, the figure immediately turned around, trying to escape back.

However, when he turned his head, he found that... at some point, a tall man carrying a camera was standing there.

"Hiss hiss hiss hiss..." The amplifier on the chest of the mecha emitted a strange laughter, "Unfortunately, you are surrounded."

Hearing this, the figure glanced at the mecha, and then at the "cameraman" in front... then, he made a decision.

"Huff... ha..." He suddenly bent down, squatted on the ground, and took a few deep breaths.

This process lasted for about five seconds, and then, the figure let out a roar: "Drink!"

Before the shout died down, his feet suddenly exerted force, stomping a large hole in the ground. At the same time, he himself was launched like a shell from an anti-aircraft gun, flying along a very high parabola into the air.

He thought that this move would allow him to escape capture.

But he was wrong...

"Hi~" In the air hundreds of meters above, the man named Feng Bujue was already waiting, "You jump pretty high~"

When Jue-ge said these words, the figure happened to fly up. The former leisurely stretched out a hand... and easily grabbed the figure's arm, stopping him.

"What... do you want?" At this moment, the face under the hood finally appeared.

His facial features were similar to humans, but he had no hair; his skin was composed of four colors: white, purple, light purple, and flesh color. Its surface also had exposed muscle textures and some shell-like substances.

"Don't be nervous, I just want to talk to you..." Feng Bujue tilted his head, looked directly into the other's eyes, and uttered the other's name in a lazy tone, "... Eternal God."

This "Eternal God" was the mysterious creature who was imprisoned on Rabbit Star, Longhair Fortress, and at the top of Tsubaki Tower.

His name is—Doma.

"I have nothing to talk to you about." While replying, Doma also tried to get rid of Feng Bujue's restraint and continue to escape, but after struggling a few times, he realized that the other party's strength was far above his.

"Don't bother." Feng Bujue continued calmly, "Your current strength is extremely weakened and very unstable. Even if I let go, you can't escape my clutches..." The vocabulary he used to describe himself was not something ordinary people would use, but it was indeed very appropriate, "You might as well listen to what I have to say, it won't take you too long..." As he said that, he let go of the other's arm, "After all... I'm also in a hurry."
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