EP.6·[Sex Bomb Bomb]

Foreword:

Even if asphalt covers the entire earth, green grass will eventually break through the barriers and grow strong.

[--Ilya Ehrenburg]

[Part ①·Diary]

Next to the council chamber at Huge Mountain Station are four large culverts built by giants.

These caves are divided into sixteen passes, extending outwards to the Icelandic Coast Guard's defense base.

"This small country has no proper national defense force, is protected by nine countries, and has only six hundred permanent police officers in all its cities. The Huge Mountain Station is built at the bottom of the Reykjavik volcano."

Jiang Xueming followed the line of people crossing the border, going through the quarantine checkpoints where they were disinfected, had their blood drawn, their DNA verified, and their Vita Imprint removed.

At the final checkpoint, everyone in [JoeStar] except Xue Ming was stopped.

Bu Liuxing and Xiao Qi's Madness Index hovers around [A+].

Jason Megan went straight to [out of bounds].

Katusha, as Jason's waitress, was required to stay by her employer's side to take care of him.

William's race is giants, and if he wants to go to the human world, he needs to get a certificate from the head of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs first.

Meteor immediately clung to the checkpoint window, shouting incessantly.

"Do I look like a madman?! Hey! Gatekeeper! Open your eyes and take a good look! Is there something wrong with this machine?"

"Sorry." The armed guard at the gate raised his tranquilizer gun, but didn't point it at Meteor; it was more like a gentle display of force. "It's the rule. Huge Mountain Station doesn't have Polarized Sextant. If we let you out, our entire department will be fined and lose their jobs."

"In London, the quarantine procedures at Sky Station aren't this strict," Xue Ming said in fluent English as he stepped forward to negotiate, pointing at Xiao Qi: "My waitress is known for her high Madness Index, and she can freely enter and exit Sky Dome Station, so why can't she do the same at Giant Mountain Station?"

"Because this is Reykjavik," the armed man whispered. "It's an international port and a tourist hotspot, but there are few police and the security is so-so. It's also the venue for various e-sports events and sports, so people from all over the world come here. Now it's the post-pandemic era, and not only the Vita Imprint but also the COVID-19 will spread. If you don't have anything else to do, it's best not to wander around."

The good older brother guarding the gate said this, stamped Jiang Xueming's passenger pass, and patted Xue Ming on the shoulder.

"Don't bring surface viruses into the underground world!"

Xiao Qi wanted to follow, but was immediately forced back by a tranquilizer gun pointed at her nose.

The armed men chuckled sheepishly, their faces full of embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry, sir. You can either stay at Giant Mountain Station or go to London Sky Station and return to the surface from there."

Meteor pulled Seventh Brother back to the deportation team.

"Sister-in-law, when you went to the Dead Puppet Agency last time, didn't you also start from Huge Mountain Station? Why didn't these guys stop you that time?"

Xiao Qi immediately said, "I parachuted down from the crater, Summoning Bell mission has the highest priority. I don't need to follow these rules."

Jiang Xueming and Xiao Qi shouted loudly from a distance of tens of meters.

"How about I join you and walk the path back through the City of Tears?"

"No need!" Xiao Qi was very sensible. "You fly back to Hong Kong first! Bailu and Tang Ning are waiting for you! The BOSS should be waiting for you too!"

--After all, Ming De's life-saving charm is still in Jiang Xueming's hands, and this matter cannot be delayed.

"Okay, see you later! Call me if you need anything!"

After saying this, Jiang Xueming left in a hurry.

Boarding the intercity bus and leaving behind familiar companions, everything seemed quiet and unfamiliar.

There were very few passengers on the bus. After changing into civilian clothes, they were no different from ordinary people. Occasionally, enthusiastic men and women would look at each other, and when their eyes met, Inspiration could often read each other's goodwill or hostility.

Outside the bus window, the blood-red sunset had just slowly sank behind the distant mountains. The bus was traveling along this winding road through the vast plains between the hills and low slopes.

Aside from the car radio and the road noise from tires crunching over stones, the only other sound was the whistling of the warm wind brushing against my face.

Occasionally, groups of passengers would start talking, and Xue Ming would pick up her log and silently write down their conversations.

"Beneath the Reykjavik volcano in Iceland, there is a Huge Mountain Station."

"This giant mountain is actually more of a combination of the words for giant and mountain troll."

"It is said that this volcano is the skeleton of the Mountain Giant, and the origin of life for all Nordic creatures."

"Whether it was the Vikings or the earlier Neanderthals, their ancestors once lived here."

"They believe in spiritualism, similar to the Druidic belief in animism. Mountains, the earth, animals, and plants all possess spirits."

"Six months have passed—and I still don't know what Niflheim is, where the giants in that underworld ocean at the end of Red Star Hill came from, or what that aggregate of trees and flesh at the bottom of the trench is."

"The people at the Research Station explicitly told us that we couldn't release any photos or videos of these things. Everything was categorized under the station's Level α confidentiality protocol. I could only ask Brother Su Xingchen for guidance verbally."

Does the underworld truly exist? As we see it, behind that ice crystal wall built by [Isa], is that temple the entrance to the underworld?

"Is the 'Mother' the giants are talking about that rolling mass of mud in the trench? It looks like a gigantic, 'Bug God' from the Starship Troopers novels—a cilia-like structure emerging from the trench, resembling a fungus or plant, containing immense electrical energy. Its exposed surface area is tens of thousands of square kilometers in size; I can hardly imagine how enormous the area such a creature would occupy within the mantle."

"Perhaps the giants are telling the truth, that this is their mother. These giants have no umbilical cord, nor do they need one—including Surter and William. These creatures were accompanied only by the mysterious rune stones at birth, like a form of identification."

"Brother Xingchen doesn't know what I saw either, but there are records of this kind of thing in the research institute of [Tian Shu]—[Wenqu·Wenchang] is its research institute and document repository. Brother Xingchen found relevant information in these places."

We call her the Goddess of Thick Earth.

"It is also called 'Emperor Earth God, who inherits the laws of Heaven, embodies virtue, and glorifies the land'."

"All life born from the soil comes from the embrace of the Earth Goddess."

"Different soils nurture different races, forming different settlements, becoming different villages, and giving rise to different languages—perhaps in the endless darkness of the land of China, beyond the Mohorovičić discontinuity to the mantle layer, one can also discover such wondrous and bizarre creatures, like Niflheim, which also has a underworld."

"I've always been troubled by the fact that I don't think I'm a very smart person—I'm almost completely out of touch with things like astronomy, geography, mathematics, and scientific research. Xiao Qi even makes jokes about my educational level, and I think she's absolutely right."

"Destroying something, dismantling a complete monster into pieces, is what I'm best at. As for other bizarre and wondrous things, I'll leave that to the scholars who specialize in those fields, and they can explain them to me one by one."

"At first, Jason Megan was the person I was most interested in on this trip."

"He finally found his former waiter and regained his soul power, but what surprised me was not these strange and mysterious souls, nor the complicated relationship between Jason and Wendy."

"What surprised me was my relationship with Xiao Qi-- "

"--Brother Xingchen said that the paternity test results for me and Uncle Jiang Zhengchu are in."

"The DNA comparison results showed a 50% probability that we are biological father and son. I think this is nonsense, or a lie made up by Brother Xingchen. Later, Brother Ye Bei told me that my real birthday is June 23rd."

"Brother Ye Bei wouldn't lie to me. If that's the case, I'm already twenty-three, which is the age for engagement. I just don't know how to bring it up with Xiao Qi."

"In my entire life, except when I was seriously ill during the Bailu season, this was the first time I had ever been so panicked. I could clearly feel my heart rate increase from fifty-one beats per minute to seventy beats per minute—although the change was not significant."

"I've imagined countless proposal scenarios in my mind, but they usually end with Xiao Qi fainting and convulsing, just like when I first handed her the ring more than a year ago."

"She's an extremely greedy person. The difference between her and me is that I don't know how to make money, but she's ruthless and fast at it—almost like she's devouring people."

"She's beautiful. To be honest, I've almost never complimented her on her looks. It's always been her who sexually harasses me. Maybe I've been too oblivious in this regard. When I occasionally comb her hair or tidy her up, mentioning these things makes her feel uncomfortable."

As I write this page, the bus is parked on the airport parking lot.

The city buildings in the distance were faintly visible; it was completely dark.

The lights of Green Church shot into the sky, like a golden waterfall cascading into the Milky Way.

Xue Ming finally snapped out of his dazed state of mind. After thinking it over carefully, he realized that writing his private affairs in his diary was somewhat inappropriate.

The Black Cat will definitely be happy to see this, and will lose interest in work, becoming addicted to eating candy.

So he tore those pages out, ripped them into pieces, stuffed them into the trash can, and hurriedly went to the airport terminal to book a ticket.

Right now, at this very moment--

--A blond man who was about 1.85 meters tall followed them.

He squatted down next to the trash can, cleaning out all the scraps of paper Xue Ming had thrown in, and piecing them back together bit by bit.

He was wearing a thick black woolen coat, and his fingers were large, without palm lines or fingerprints; his bare palms looked like a baby's skin.

He crumpled the scraps of paper, discerning the pattern of the Chinese characters from the scattered texture of the ink.

When you finally piece them together to form a complete log, give a Thumb, like the detonator switch of a time bomb.

"[Sexy Bomb]!"

A loud, powerful shout came from the man's throat—

--It's like a magic spell, given with a single command.

The paper began to burn, bursting into golden flames. The ink and paper had different ignition points, so bright red characters leaped out from the flames, revealing almost all the words Xue Ming had written.

Only after the paper had burned completely did the man straighten up, revealing his true face under the streetlight next to the trash can.

He had a pair of bright blue eyes, dappled blond hair covering his forehead, full cheeks with high cheekbones, a straight nose, and fleshy lips.

He wore a peach-colored shirt with a stand-up collar held firmly by a black tie, but from his collarbone to his chin, there was a strange and terrifying feature—a deep blue butterfly tattoo on his Adam's apple and the skin of the large blood vessels in his neck.

His black wool coat was very fitted, highlighting his strong and powerful arms and torso. His stiff leather trousers hugged his hips and legs tightly, revealing the prominent muscles in his calves and the prominent neck. His leather shoes were gleaming.

Right now, at this very moment--

Jiang Xueming emerged from the shadow of the streetlight.

"Who are you? Why are you following me? Why are you reading my journal? You..."

Xue Ming couldn't continue speaking halfway through his sentence.

Because this guy's appearance was too strange to him!

Do you remember Chen Fugui, the Boss Chen of the paper craft shop?

A fake foreigner who likes to change couplets, and an approachable, jovial American.

When Bailu sees him, she should call him Uncle Chen.

And this strange man in front of us, following Xue Ming, was going to rummage through the trash can for fragments of Xue Ming's diary—

--He looks almost exactly like Mr. Chen!

Regardless of eye color, hair color, facial features, or physique.

Apart from their demeanor and clothing, and aside from the lines on their palms and the butterfly tattoo on their necks, they look almost like twins.

[Part ②·Vitality]

This stumped Xue Ming, and before he could even speak, Xueming continued with his question.

A stranger offered the passenger's identification documents.

"--Hello, my name is Wood, Wood Plark."

The man then took out a cigarette and lit it with a strange, finger-snap ritual.

"It's the FE33031 line from the unknown plot to Sky Station. The train conductor and stoker is my wife, who is also Chinese. This is her contact information."

As he said this, the man took out another business card from his clothes and handed it to Xue Ming.

"I meant you no harm, I was just very curious. The moment you tore out the journal, I couldn't control the wild cat inside me. It was howling in heat, urging me to look at what you had written."

Jiang Xueming involuntarily took two steps back; he could feel the scorching spiritual pressure emanating from this guy.

Regardless of whether what this strange commander said was true or false, the sheer power emanating from him already revealed terrifying destructive force.

It was pure flame, pure energy, capable of igniting paper and cigarettes with bare hands in the freezing cold of Iceland. Even before Jiang Xueming could see the soul power form on Wood Plark's body, the power had already burst forth.

Wood Plark continued, "The trash you carelessly throw away no longer belongs to you the moment it falls into the bin, right?"

"Hmm," Xue Ming frowned, ready for anything.

Wood: "I picked up these journal fragments and burned them to make sure their contents wouldn't be discovered."

Xue Ming: "Thank you."

Wood: "You're welcome."

After saying that, Xue Ming dialed the number on the business card and finally confirmed it—

--The stranger in front of me who looks remarkably like Boss Chen is indeed a train conductor in the railway system. This can be corroborated by both the platform administrator and the customer service department of Huge Mountain Station.

"Mr. Wood, why did you peek into my log?" Xue Ming, puzzled.

Wood: "You're the new head of the Nameless Ones, the leader of a school of thought at the station. I want to get to know you."

Xue Ming: "It's that simple?"

Wood: "It's that simple."

After a brief silence, Xue Ming was preparing to leave.

-- Wood Plark, however, brought up something else.

"Jiang Xueming was born on June 23rd, a day of sacrifice to the Black Goat Deity during the <Witches' Sabbath>. People offered their children to the devil so that the devil would devour their flesh and blood, and..."

Jiang Xueming suddenly turned around. "Mr. Wood!"

Wood: "Have I offended you?"

Jiang Xueming: "What you said infuriates me—I'm furious. Are you deliberately trying to provoke me? The thing I hate and resent the most is human trafficking. If you add cults and children to that, I'm so angry I could explode at the slightest provocation."

"I'm not talking nonsense, Jiang Xueming." Wood Plark opened his phone, showing the painting * The <Witches' Sabbath> *, a portrait by the Spanish artist Francisco in 1798: "You were indeed born on this day."

Jiang Xueming turned off the phone screen for Captain Wood, feeling that this mysterious fellow was much more superstitious than Boss Chen.

"So what? What does it prove? Am I an interesting person? Does my birth date matter?"

"No, quite the opposite." Wood Plark unbuttoned his coat, casually pulled up his trousers in front of the young man, and shrugged off the skull and cat belt, appearing very relaxed.

"--The vitality emanating from you fascinates me. If <The <Witches' Sabbath>> were a story, you would be like the child in a sacrificial ritual. As a sacrifice, you jump off the altar, first grabbing your parents and beating them up, then kicking the evil god off the shrine, pinning him to the ground, and beating him up again."

Wood held his belt with one hand, and with the other hand, he pointed his fingers like a gun at his own temple.

"This powerful vitality, like grass seeds under rocks, even if the whole earth is covered with asphalt, the green grass will break through the obstacles and grow strong. It attracts me, like a magnet and an iron block. I am involuntarily drawn to your side by this gravity."

Xue Ming just kept scratching his head after hearing that.

In the end, he didn't shy away from the fact that he simply used his spirit to fix the cat head buckle on Captain Wood's belt, so that his trousers wouldn't keep falling down.

Customer service department at Huge Mountain Station.

The account manager and the train conductor's wife were having dinner, and the conversation between the two married women mostly revolved around their families.

About husband and children--

--Among them was Wood Plark's wife.

The train conductor's wife brought up this matter.

"With the harvest season here, my husband has nothing to do all day long and just likes to go out."

The account manager didn't take it seriously.

"He is honest and upright, not the kind of person who would philander."

The train conductor's wife looked worried and distressed.

"I'm not worried about him going out to find other women."

The account manager countered with a question.

"Then what are you worried about?"

"That's what the train conductor's wife said."

I'm worried he'll go out and find other men.