How could I serve something like this to a guest?
Star of Eden, reveal yourself.
Its pitch-black casing was sharply angular, its form carrying an unbelievable sense of weight, as though it harbored a black hole.
As Star of Eden was brought out, the air seemed to fall silent. The Third Herrscher's gaze turned strange, violet electricity swirling in her pupils and reflecting her wariness.
"You're not... planning to blast me to death, are you?"
"What are you thinking? I'm a proper chef. How could I do something so inhumane?"
"Then what are you going to do?"
The Third Herrscher lowered her guard slightly, but remained alert, always facing Zhao Bai head-on.
Zhao Bai explained calmly, "Star of Eden is a weapon that fires black holes. I discovered that its black holes can reverse time, sending objects back into the past."
"So?"
"I use it to keep food fresh."
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The Third Herrscher suddenly broke into a violent coughing fit, bending at the waist as though she had heard the funniest joke in the world.
"A single black hole could wipe an entire city off the map, and you use it to keep food fresh?"
"That's right."
The Third Herrscher said nothing more. She watched Zhao Bai continuously adjust the weapon, mockery filling her violet-red eyes.
Along with a faint trace of sorrow.
This man had bound himself.
Zhao Bai adjusted Star of Eden. Compared to a weapon, this thing was more like a scientific research tool. The size and duration of the black hole, among other parameters, could all be finely tuned.
Send this bowl of noodles back twenty-four hours.
Zhao Bai looked tense, sweat slowly sliding down his forehead. He took a deep breath and gently pressed the firing button.
Silence.
There was not even any recoil. A