Kapitel07 Dream On-Wishful Thinking

Foreword:

You have to lose first to learn how to win.

--Ronnie James Dior

[Part 1: Thirteenfold Retribution]

On the rooftop of the Tequila Sunrise Hotel, its sky garden was in disarray. Bu Liuxing's nimble figure moved among the roof tiles, trying to approach Fret Caesar from different directions.

A Xing has tried many, many, many times.

He couldn't even touch a hair on his enemy's head; this devil's trick was truly bizarre and vicious—without the law to break the spell and the sacred object to expel evil spirits, the unarmed General of Tears would be no match for Fret Caesar.

Each time he broke through numerous difficulties, as long as Fret recited the true name of his Soul Power, "[Helping Hand]", and performed a series of comical physical movements, A Xing's Soul Power attack would become a joke, unable to maintain the quality of his attack. He would weakly throw out six punches in a row before giving up in frustration.

Once he creates some distance, Fret will continue summoning familiars and using all sorts of evil spells to torment this enraged warrior.

Countless rounds had passed, and Meteor was covered in wounds.

--All sorts of injuries, cuts, scratches, bruises, and sprains.

He finally found a sharp metal tool and intended to use the candlestick as a deadly weapon.

"Ha! Little girl!" Lord Fret glared, his beard bristling, smoke billowing from his mouth and nose. "It will hurt you!"

Meteor felt a sharp pain in his palm. The bronze candlestick emitted a chilling coldness, and the intense psionic shock froze his palms into a layer of bloody ice.

He swung his fist so hard that he bent the candlestick, causing it to fly out of his hand!

The cold metal objects had become Fret's cursed tools, carving out a bloody piece of flesh from the General of Tears's palm, finally returning to their former state of broken copper and scrap iron with satisfaction.

The pain of flesh being torn apart made Meteor frown and tremble all over.

His breathing was disordered, and he leaned against the wardrobe next to the porch. His teeth were chattering and his arms were numb. His right arm and fingers had completely betrayed his body.

A whole layer of skin, along with some minced flesh, flew to the flower room along with the bronze candlestick.

--The bone in my ring finger is cracked, and it's exposed to the air, with the yellowed veins and bright red blood frozen together.

This was just one of Fret Caesar's many vicious tricks, which further injured the General of Tears, demoralizing him and leaving him dejected.

"This is your home turf."

The General of Tears finally understood that the reason why the devil Fret could silently cast spells was because the hotel itself had become a workshop for evil—every beam, every piece of wood, every floorboard, and every wardrobe was Fret's medium tool.

This guy is a genius; he can catalyze mediums at will, turning Captain Quack's clothes into a vessel for summoning apostle derivatives.

A Xing's eyes were almost closed.

"If we continue fighting here, I'm afraid I'll die."

Fret quickly corrected him.

"--Oh! My friend! No, no, no, no, no! How could you have such a terrible idea?"

The powerful, alluring demon quickly explained.

"I don't want you to die!"

"General of Tears, your life is of great use. Gloria Sebastian will give me a surprise, and if she's unwilling to pay for your life, Judas will offer a suitable price."

"I don't want to hurt you, and I certainly don't want this precious cargo to be destroyed and turned into worthless trash."

"I'm a madman, but I haven't degenerated to the point of insanity."

"If you're smart enough, you should obediently listen and give up resisting."

Bu Liuxing's physical strength was almost gone, and his mental energy was also nearly exhausted in order to support the soul power of [Mr. Wei Meng Rap].

Fret Caesar is training his eagle; he wants to subdue the most powerful warrior under the Ming De, and turn the General of Tears into a freely traded collectible.

"How much am I worth?" Bu Liuxing asked.

Mr. Fret quickly took out his ledger and an abacus from his large robe, preparing to teach the General of Tears a lesson.

The devil has a deep obsession with arithmetic and is almost unable to refuse requests to calculate the value of goods.

Just then, a meteor burst forth and caused an attack!

He flew more than ten meters in the blink of an eye, then suddenly leaped forward and slammed his fists down!

With both hands occupied holding ledgers and abacuses, Fret didn't have time to unleash his [Helping Hand] power.

He was deceived. Just such a simple, polite request, a distracted lie told by a strange person who looked no more than a ten-year-old child.

Were we fooled by this clumsy linguistic trick?!

No.

After being slammed down by the General of Tears, Fret's head tilted slightly downwards, his skull collapsing like putty before slowly returning to its original shape.

Looking at Bu Liuxing's side, his fists were bleeding, and his eye sockets suddenly split open! He was still in the staggered landing posture from his charge and strike.

A Xing felt as if his head had been struck with tremendous force, and his mind couldn't function!

Fret quickly opened the ledger and showed Meteor's contract.

"Fool! Utterly stupid! You idiot! I'll have to cure you again!"

"Look closely! See clearly! The General of Tears!"

Among the densely packed treaty provisions, there was a clause in the housing contract concerning the General of Tears.

[Any slave who harms his master under his contract will suffer thirteenfold retribution.]

From the moment A Xing stepped into the Tequila Sunrise Hotel and signed his real name, his life no longer belonged to himself.

Compared to Gloria Sebastian, a gentle and sincere con artist, Fret Caesar is an unreasonable bandit and villain who schemes and plots from beginning to end.

After taking a double punch, Meteor leaped forward with both arms, aiming a powerful blow at the weak spot on the top of his head.

Fortunately, when it came to settling accounts according to the contract, Fret Caesar was incredibly stubborn.

He withstood an impact of over 3,600 pounds, but was not seriously injured.

The thirteenfold retribution reflected in the meteor's head resulted in cracked eyebrows and a shattered skull, at least saving his life and preventing him from dying with his brains bursting out.

Compared to the mere power of [Helping Hand], the superpowers that the Original Seed gave to Fret Caesar were far, far stronger.

The General of Tears's knees buckled, and he collapsed before the devil. He lost consciousness, his skull split open, gushing out fresh blood. He fainted before he could even close his eyes.

"Do you know how stupid you are?! Fuck you."

Mr. Fret, his face covered in blood, cursed angrily.

"I have to drink a beast communication potion before I can even speak to you! Your intelligence is too low! I can't even understand a few jokes I hurl at you with a maniacal laughter spell!"

"Damn it! Where's your Universal Elixir? Let me see it."

[Part ②: Wolf Blood]

From Meteor's inner garment, Fret felt a bottle of White Lady's products—

--This reagent carries the scent of a lapis lazuli half-wolf, and its outer packaging has an ambiguous atmosphere, like a design that resembles a token of love between lovers.

It looked more like a perfume, but after Fret opened the bottle and took a closer sniff, it was indeed a product of White Lady with a hint of lapis lazuli.

Due to the time constraints, after leaving the Church of Dionysus, A Xing changed into civilian work clothes and went out to sell candy. He didn't take any guns or bullets, not even Berloberg, and he left the Universal Elixir in his bedroom at the Church of Dionysus as well.

This bottle of White Lady's products was a gift from Ms. 3301 to her husband, a precious present to repay her employer's kindness in raising her over the years.

During Meteor's years as a passenger, most of the Universal Elixir and White Lady's products ended up in his wife's womb. This bottle of White Lady's preparation, which exudes the scent of a white wolf, is a blood-bestowing ritual prop left behind by 3301 after he came of age.

She once told the shooting star about this.

The Lapis Lazuli Guards's lifespan far exceeds that of Homo sapiens, and she did not want her children to grow up while their father was already old and frail.

Meteor didn't take it to heart and planned to discuss it properly after the autumn harvest was over. So, the bottle of wolf blood became a token to maintain their relationship.

At this moment, General of Tears's vital signs were extremely weak, and in this critical situation, Fret Caesar made a difficult decision.

He didn't know the origin of this bottle of White Lady's products, but its arrival was perfectly timed.

--If this arrogant young man were given Universal Elixir, he would immediately regain his composure and continue his reckless behavior.

"Quiet down."

"Quiet."

Fret poured the bottle of wolf blood token onto Meteor's skull; the pinkish, viscous liquid seeped into the General of Tears's skull and into his brain.

The effects of White Lady's products are not as strong as the Universal Elixir. They can replenish the human essence needed by the Azure Wolf and repair the bodies of a very small number of blood-born monsters. It is a universal essence that can relieve thirst and hunger and slowly and gently reshape the Homo sapiens body.

It made Meteor fall into a deep sleep, limp in Fret Caesar's arms.

The great demon carefully inhaled the pheromones emanating from the General of Tears and softly sang a lullaby.

"That's right."

"Sleep well, sleep well, my little baby."

"When the sun rises, I'll take you to Gloria Sebastian and ask her for a good price."

Meanwhile, Flavia Cici Marcus had just finished sorting through one of the manager's and the Necronomicon's ledgers.

She dared not interfere in the General of Tears's battle, and had long since hidden on the other side of the flower garden's aerial pavilion, watching helplessly as the General of Tears fell into the hands of Fret Caesar.

Without Bu Liuxing's spiritual pressure interference, Fret finally sensed Flavia's spiritual pressure.

--The devil raised his head and suddenly looked at the window far away on the other side of the corridor outside the room.

"It seems that the beast Judas created with the blood of the Holy One is preparing to rebel against its master."

"She's not very obedient or well-behaved; she's actually been bewitched by Ming De and is learning bad habits from this wicked cat!"

"You vile bitch, how dare you harm my precious possession! My lovely and pitiful Man Yin has probably already fallen victim to your cruelty."

Flavia quickly hunched over and pressed her head against the wall by the window.

Mr. Man Yin, the manager of the Tequila Sunrise Hotel, was lying beside her, beaten black and blue by her vengeful spirit, his face swollen and his mind clouded.

Another lowly servant in the Necronomicon was no match for her psychic power and had been reduced to its original form, with that page of the ledger torn into shreds.

Flavia mustered her courage, took several deep breaths, and then grabbed Manager Man Yin and stood by the window.

She wanted to negotiate an unrealistic condition with the devil, to make an impossible deal.

"Hey! Fret!"

"I'll trade the people I have for the people you have! How about it?!"

Flavia was extremely nervous; she felt her body trembling uncontrollably.

Looking towards the red-skinned devil on the other side of the flower corridor—

--That was an existence far surpassing the Blood-giving Monster; it was her ancestor, the source of life that the holy blood within her admired and looked up to.

Fret burst into laughter, but suddenly couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Do you know how long I've waited for this day? How long I've been preparing for it?!"

"To become a demon! I gave the most important thing in my life to Gloria Sebastian! Now I've finally found a suitable equivalent, General of Tears is my bargaining chip! My tool for settling accounts! I will use him to exchange for my demonic contract!"

"But now? You actually want to exchange Man Yin General of Tears?"

"Flavia! You believed Ming De so much that you've even given up the human flesh business?"

Flavia didn't say much; she had overheard Meteor's words upon his defeat—

--If it were played at Tequila Sunrise, she would be no match for the devil on Fret's home turf.

As a toy for venting his lust, and as the manager of the Tequila Sunrise Hotel, Man Yin was nothing more than a useful tool in Fret's eyes, incomparable to the value of the General of Tears.

Flavia quickly grabbed the dress from the terrace and ran to the north window of the hotel room. Ignoring her injuries, she jumped from the sixth floor.

She's going to escape back to the Church of Dionysus! She and the General of Tears simply can't afford to mess with those two local bullies in East Horse Port.

Gloria Sebastian and Fret Caesar have a complicated and entangled feud.

These two devils exploit and restrain each other.

According to Fret Caesar, he and Gloria had an old score to settle.

Gloria lured Meteor to the Tequila Sunrise Hotel simply to kill Fret Caesar, the debt collector, through the General of Tears.

Even if Meteor falls, it will be returned to Gloria through Fret's hands. For the master of the Church of Dionysus, this duel is a sure-fire win.

What should we do, Flavia?!

What should you do? Run! Run away first!

During the rapid freefall, Flavia's little brain was no longer working.

She fell and suffered multiple injuries, including fractures. She landed on the flowerbed steps on the first floor of the hotel, breaking her spine and left leg. She was in a sorry state, her face covered in blood.

As she climbed to the entrance of the flower garden courtyard, she heard Fret Caesar blow a loud whistle, and a black leopard leaped out from the rooftop—the embodiment of the Leopard of Indolence had once again come to earth.

Flavia was in so much pain she could hardly breathe. She watched as the apostle's derivative scaled the walls and rooftops and sped down the slope—but her blood-bearing body remained immobile. With only a few pieces of human flesh inside her, she could only continue eating sugar to prolong her life.

At the last second, Daniel climbed over the side wall and, with agile movements, picked up Flavia's bloodied body and ran towards the hail-strewn street.

Shadow Leopard had only taken a few steps when it was first hit by gunfire, then turned to chase Kaycee. It crashed into the outer wooden fence, disappeared without a trace as soon as it was out of the hotel's range, having exhausted its magical power and reached the limit of its range.

Daniel, with Flavia barely clothed, asked in a low voice.

"Auntie! Aunt Flavia! What's wrong? What happened?"

Kaycee climbed off the roof of the shoemaker's shop next to the hotel, avoiding the hail from the street, and took shelter in the fish and meat shop where Daniel worked. Together with Daniel, she took care of the big boss of the Fairy Tale Kingdom. She took off her raincoat and wrapped it around the weak body of the blood-soaked monster.

"Auntie Cici!" Kaycee asked anxiously, "Where's Teacher Meteor?"

In front of the seawall, severe hailstorms whipped up towering waves.

Flavia was barely breathing, having forgotten about the General of Tears, and her body, with its multiple fractures, made strange creaking sounds.

Even if they're buried in a coffin, they'll still shout out their last words.

"Don't call me auntie, you little brat."