I'll Do Whatever I Want!

"Zhou Ze, Luo Feng isn't dead!"

Babata appeared before Zhou Ze, grinning from ear to ear, recounting how Luo Feng had seized the Golden-Horned Giant Beast's body over and over.

"See that? You lousy bastard, don't you know whose successor Luo Feng is, whose disciple? Hmph, my master's personal disciple—how could he just vanish like that?"

"Now he's turned misfortune into fortune, seized the Golden-Horned Giant Beast, and the future is smooth sailing!"

Babata grew more excited as he spoke: "This is a cosmic giant beast! Seizing a cosmic giant beast, and the top-tier Golden-Horned Giant Beast at that, peak bloodline!! I still feel like I'm dreaming!"

"Let me tell you, if you dare leak a single word, I'll make your life hell..."

"Hey, why aren't you reacting at all?"

Babata came up to Zhou Ze and saw his utterly calm expression. His burning heart felt like it had been doused with cold water, unable to get excited.

Zhou Ze smiled slightly and pinched Babata's cute little face: "I'm happy too. Luo Feng is my disciple; an opportunity like this is a rare stroke of luck..."

"If you're happy, why are you pinching my face?" Babata angrily slapped Zhou Ze's hand away. "I am the great Demon Babata. In my prime, I killed plenty of Realm Lords."

"And you, a mere Earthling who hasn't even reached Planetary-level, dare to offend me, the great Demon Babata..."

At that, Babata's eyes widened: "Eh, you broke through to Planetary-level?"

"Your Psychic Power just reached mid-level Senior War God, how did you break through to Planetary-level like this?" Babata asked, puzzled, then curiously:

"What's your special ability? Let me see..."

"Eh, it's actually #￥%@..." Babata's face showed a hint of surprise as he spoke a few words in Universal Cosmic Language, then looked troubled: "How should I translate this into Chinese..."

"Boundless Ocean!" Zhou Ze spat out four words.

"Not a bad translation, very fitting!" Babata nodded, then gave a disdainful look, feeling rather smug:

"This special ability is the top-tier water-type ability, way stronger than Luo Feng's Diamond Body. You got incredibly lucky to awaken something like this!"

"It's just a special ability, nothing to be amazed about. You've lived tens of millions of years and still get worked up over little things." Zhou Ze replied bluntly.

"You..." Babata pointed at Zhou Ze, then snorted coldly: "Isn't it just a slightly stronger special ability? Luo Feng seized the Golden-Horned Giant Beast, which is leagues beyond your ability!"

Zhou Ze chuckled and pinched Babata's cheek again. He had to admit, Babata's little face was really satisfying to squeeze, hard to let go: "Mm-hmm, my disciple is stronger than his master. I should feel gratified."

Slap!

Babata smacked Zhou Ze's mischievous hand away and scoffed mockingly: "You novice master, you won't be able to teach Luo Feng anymore. Only I, the great Demon Babata, am qualified to guide him. Go have fun somewhere else."

With that, Babata vanished.

Paris Base City.

Yan Hai arrived at the villa of Atkin, the Fifth Speaker of the War God Palace. Having made an appointment, he was led by the butler to a bedroom.

From inside came faint sounds of two women crying and cursing.

Yan Hai smiled meaningfully, knowing his friend's hobbies well.

The butler showed a hint of apology: "Councilor Yan, this..."

Yan Hai waved his hand: "It's fine, go on down. I'll wait in the living room..."

After waiting a while in the living room, Atkin finally came out refreshed: "Yan Hai, your timing couldn't be worse—you interrupted my fun, haha..."

Looking at Atkin, who enjoyed group activities, Yan Hai greeted him: "Atkin, after all these years, you haven't changed a bit..."

Atkin handed Yan Hai a cigar, then lit one for himself. After taking a deep drag, he blew out a large cloud of smoke, looking thoroughly satisfied:

"Can't help it, I live for this. That pair... I've had my eye on them for ages but never dared to make a move. Now that they're all dead, I can do whatever I want!"

"You're too impatient. But since they're all dead..." Yan Hai showed a slight smile.

Atkin puffed away: "So, what's the matter? I wasn't done enjoying myself when you showed up."

Yan Hai said gravely: "I think we still have one threat!"

Seeing Atkin's confusion, Yan Hai continued solemnly: "Don't you think Luo Feng's teacher, Zhou Ze, is a threat?"

Atkin shrugged carelessly: "Just a Senior War God, nothing to worry about."

Yan Hai was inwardly speechless—this guy was completely clouded by pleasure.

"But what if he breaks through to Planetary-level?" Yan Hai said expressionlessly.

Atkin frowned: "That would be a bit troublesome. He seemed to block your attack without much effort back then. If he breaks through to Planetary-level, we might not be a match!"

"But now that they've just died, making a move isn't convenient. Let's wait a while."

Yan Hai thought for a moment, then slowly said: "Alright..."

He knew Zhou Ze well—mediocre physical talent, decent insight, and only reached Senior War God thanks to the Spirit of Plants Luo Feng gave him. Waiting a while probably wouldn't matter.

Yangzhou City, Bright Moon District, Luo Feng's home.

A blond man walked out with a grim expression.

"Fuck, shit..."

He was a Planetary-level powerhouse, personally coming to negotiate with Luo Hua—that was already giving him plenty of face. He never expected Luo Hua to not only refuse but also threaten him with Luo Feng's robots.

"This damn Luo Feng, still a pain in the ass even dead..." Vino fumed inwardly.

He was only holding back because of Luo Feng's lingering influence. If he dared to act rashly, global public opinion would tear him apart. After all, humanity had already deified the eight heroes, lifting them onto a pedestal.

But to certain people or factions, a dead man posed no threat at all.

It was just that the public attention was still too high right now. Once it faded, they wouldn't be as gentle as he was!

Vino subconsciously ignored the real reason—the robots Luo Feng had left behind.

"Human nature really is vile..."

Zhou Ze lay on the rooftop, watching Councilor Vino shoot into the sky without a care for the sonic boom his flight caused, a cold sneer curling on his lips.

Back when he read novels or watched anime, this part always disgusted him. It was only because Luo Feng hadn't actually died that the tragic fates of the heroes' families were glossed over.

Mo Handerson's relatives had been in a car accident—one dead—and that, too, was brushed aside.

Just like those filthy scum thought: "I'll do whatever I want!"

Funny thing was, Zhou Ze really liked that line too.