Seeing how nervous Big Orange was, the bartender felt a burst of delight and could not help laughing out loud. His laugh was neither loud nor shrill, perfectly ordinary, yet it stood out amid the bar's soft music. Only a deaf person could have failed to hear it.
Big Orange turned around and discovered that none of the surrounding patrons had heard the laughter—not even Thanos, who was saying something to Death. She was the only one who could hear it.
"You? Hm? ...You're not... You shouldn't be that one! You're trying to scare me!" When the other party had spoken for the first time, Big Orange had been too shocked to hear a word.
Now that the young bartender had spoken a second time, Big Orange finally spotted the problem. She had seen what Daisy looked like when dealing with the Beyonder Race. In every respect, this guy was different. They simply felt like they were on different levels. This guy did not seem as powerful as she had imagined. He even seemed about as strong as she was?
An illusion. It was all an illusion! She could not beat anyone!
Big Orange cast the thought of putting up a stubborn fight to the winds. She still clutched the chair, even though it could not shield so much as one of her legs. Yet she stubbornly held on to it, as if hiding behind something could give her a sense of security.
"Who I am is not important. In any case, I'm not the one you imagine me to be. Care for a drink? It's on me." The young bartender extended an invitation.
Big Orange scrutinized him twice before nodding slightly.
She was short, and the bar stool was too high for her to sit on. With a flicker