Chapter 276 Your Repression is Beyond Your Imagination
Generally speaking, a person's luck always has its ups and downs. Even someone as ruthless as Inspector Chu has his downtime, and the luck of most people is certainly not that bad.
But Mr. Hilander, as luck would have it, encountered a thrilling combo. The insidious combination of Mischief Wrist and Hypnosis was enough to temporarily reduce any lucky soul to a wallowing mess. Even more coincidentally, the owner of the Great Seal Shop, currently feasting upstairs, was a Seismic 5 Secret Eye—its eye was particularly adept at observing Qi, and its dice relic could appropriately influence the direction of Qi.
So, after a few dice rolls with the seal, Mr. Hilander, by chance, acquired a charming scent. He was now facing the most terrifying and horrifying scene he could ever remember: several muscular gentlemen were loosening their cuffs and ties, while a loyal subordinate was rubbing against his back.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Hiland turned around and slapped him. "What the hell are you doing?!"
The younger brother covered his right cheek, looking aggrieved: "Boss, you...you seduced me first..."
Hiland's words made him break out in a cold sweat, his lower body in only his underpants exacerbating the chill. He immediately wanted to fire his weapon to stabilize the situation, but in the chaos, his pistol fell across the dining area. Several sturdy, muscular, hairy, and odorous half-orc patrons had just taken off their coats and were vying for manly smiles.
The coldness in Hilande's body suddenly increased: "You are mistaken! This smell is not mine-"
The orcs nodded in understanding. A tiger-faced muscled man said in a very magnetic voice: "Don't be nervous, sweetheart, this is a common thing."
"What the hell did you call me?!"
"Although society is quite open these days, many people still hold conservative views on love." Wolf Head, standing beside him, looked at him with sympathy. "I understand you, Sweetie. You've been suppressing your emotions for far too long. This excessive repression has clouded your mind, making you act rudely and think irrationally."
The old man with the horse head, dressed like an old gentleman, shouted to his younger brothers: "If you really care about her, don't indulge her! Go and satisfy her!" His words showed great respect for the other party's self-identity.
The younger brothers all lowered their heads, their faces filled with shame. "Boss, we misunderstood you... But there's really no need to hide it. Your orientation is just different from the general public, but it's never something to be ashamed of..."
"I told you you are mistaken! This is ink! Can't you smell the scent of ink?!" Hiland shouted at the top of his lungs.
"We can smell it perfectly, honey." "Relax and leave it to us."
The muscled orcs strode enthusiastically towards them, and Hiland's cries were like a squashed chicken. He was an ascender from the Path of Floating Light, and without weapons, his physical strength was nothing... but these orcs were definitely stronger and tougher than him!
The thought of himself battling a group of muscular half-orcs filled Hiland with terror. He turned and ran, unconcerned about being in just his underwear, as he fled the restaurant. But as the sun shone down on him, he suddenly realized his mistake. The moment he left the house, every citizen on the street turned to look, their senses flaring in unison, and then a shrill scream erupted like a firecracker.
"You rascal—" "You're a pervert!" "How dare you walk on the street like that!" "You're immoral and shameless!"
The few like-minded individuals who could sense the situation looked embarrassed, hesitating whether to go up and offer their support. After all, even in the city-state of Thorns, such an undisguised smell was extremely rare. And just as they were hesitating, the orc brothers ran out of the restaurant, their faces solemn: "Citizens, please help! This woman has been suppressed for too long, and the pressure has driven her to violence!"
The citizens exclaimed and sighed, and people with a sense of justice, insects, birds, and small animals that could not be named stood up one after another, their eyes overflowing with a sense of obligation.
A wild hammer snake with a moon tattoo on its head crawled out first, with a righteous look on its face: "I'm here to lend you a hand!"
"Eligible citizens, please step forward." "We cannot allow repression to lead to tragedy!"
The kindhearted citizens of the city-state began to undress. With a scream, Hiland sprinted towards his World-Splitting Wheel. His legs were made of metal, and these prosthetic modifications gave him immense propulsion and leaping ability, allowing him to lead the pack. However, the kindhearted citizens were no pushovers, many of them possessing muscular physiques, and they mustered all their strength to catch up.
Hiland ran, relying on the sound to identify his pursuers, only to find their movements growing louder. In a panic, he turned to look, and the sight nearly pissed him off. Amidst the many muscular pursuers, a surprising force took the lead: the director, personally carrying the camera crystal! This dedicated media professional, unleashing 300% of his potential, raced from behind in the restaurant, dragging his bulging physique to the front of the pack, bringing viewers a firsthand look at the action!
"Stop filming! Don't fucking film! Don't film!!" Hilande shouted until his voice broke.
"Hurry up! Hurry up! Don't stop! The host is reading the script!" The director's voice broke. "The live ratings have hit record highs for this station. Even if the Speaker arrives today, don't stop!"
The ghost host, hung by a thin wire in front of the camera crystal, spoke at a rapid-fire pace: "Dear viewers, due to a series of urgent circumstances, this program has been temporarily transformed into a radical marathon chase. Parents in front of the water curtain are requested to promptly remove underage viewers. Unaccompanied children, please change the channel immediately and avoid watching the exciting scenes!"
Even in such a terrifying situation, it still managed to offer a warning, a testament to the ghost host's professionalism. Holding the gold coin, it enthusiastically explained, "Okay, we see this newcomer, Miss Hiland, running ahead! Although she's an ascender from the Floating Light Path, her stamina is incredible. Many concerned citizens have expressed their willingness to help her, but she hasn't made a choice yet. Why did she behave so strangely after releasing the scent? Let's interview a lucky audience member!"
The ghost host handed the gold coin to a Beholder spectator who happened to be watching the excitement in the team. Vander stroked his tentacles and spoke in an orderly manner: "This female contestant's actions may seem abnormal, but they are actually reasonable. Everyone, think about it. Our Shenshu City-State has many races and an open atmosphere. Why has she been suppressed until now?"
"This is indeed very strange." The ghost host echoed.
"Because she's picky!" Vander concluded. "Her preferences are inherently niche, and her standards are too high, so ordinary suitors look down on her. While everyone else has a partner, she's been single for years. She's lonely, isolated, and restless. It's this accumulated pressure, unspeakable to others, over the years that has led to such insane sexual repression!"
"I see. We thank the enthusiastic citizens for their responses." The ghost host nodded repeatedly. "It seems that the essence of this marathon is a premeditated mate selection plan. Let us wait and see which outstanding man will win the heart of Ms. Hiland. Our reporters will continue to report for you!"
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Inside the Aquatic Products Bookstore, Ji Huaisu slammed the table and said, "Let's get serious! Let's get serious! What's so good about Vander? I want to see the real-time rankings!"
"This is horrible, Bo." Gulibo trembled. "Why are they involved in something like this after only being here for a short while?"
Manager Bang Bang Crucian Carp's eyes widened: "I never thought that one day I would be able to see a gay brawl in the live broadcast room at 3 pm..."
The Poison Otter editor drew a rainbow with his wine glass and smiled broadly, "Then why are you still reading? Do you have a deviant bent, too?"
"The competitive element, ah, is the key to this kind of show." Bang Bang Crucian Carp said with a righteous look on his face, "The camera cuts away, and the winner is about to be decided!"
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Hiland sank into deep despair. He was, after all, an ascender from the Floating Light Road. From the moment he left the restaurant, he'd been sprinting towards his World-Splitting Wheel. But the increasing number of concerned citizens had made his hasty escape zigzag, leaving him no idea where he was headed. Worse still, his mental signals were receiving no response, like a drop in the ocean. No matter how he screamed, the World-Splitting Wheel gave no response.
"Move, World-Splitting Wheel! Why don't you move!!" Hiland screamed.
On the second floor of the restaurant, Chu Hengkong whistled leisurely. The annihilation field of the phantom body transformed into a halo that expanded above Hiland's head, accurately suppressing all fluctuations of his mental energy.
Hiland was completely oblivious to this insidious plot, or even if he had, he was completely helpless against the Imperial technology. As the musclemen drew ever closer, he could no longer think of a better strategy. His top priority was escaping the perverts as quickly as possible. In desperation, he fled to the nearest large building, attempting to hide within and evade their pursuit.
The intense desire to escape gave Hiland immense motivation. He screamed and rushed towards the building's door. Halfway through, he felt something familiar. The building looked like a piano, and for some reason, there was a pool of orange-yellow liquid on the floor. It looked like some familiar oil...
(Why did you come back?!)
However, Hiland ran too fast, too fast. By the time he realized it, he was already unable to turn back. Meanwhile, the lively citizens of the city-state had another whimsical surprise. A middle-aged man in beach shorts tied a rope to the back door of the restaurant, cupped his hands like a megaphone, and shouted, "Final three meters sprint! Come on!"
"You think this is a track and field competition, asshole—Uooooohh ...
The moment he hit the rope, the terrifying force nearly made Hiland's eyes pop out. The rope's toughness far exceeded his imagination. Even if he crashed headfirst into it, there was no sign of it breaking. Instead, he was crushed into a U-shape like a shrimp!
It was only then that he discovered that the "rope" was actually an extremely resilient gun barrel. The gun barrel flicked slowly, sending Hiland flying backwards, landing in the enthusiastic crowd outside the restaurant.
Falling into the developed muscles and colorful hair.
Simple and kind faces filled Hiland's vision, and the low voices of simple citizens came into his ears.
"Sweetheart, come on..."
“No, no.” Hiland was terrified, “No ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah——!”
The director quickly lowered the volume and placed the crystal at the restaurant entrance. The rather unsightly scene played out before the citizens of the city-state for a split second before being automatically blurred into a mosaic. To protect the citizens' young hearts, the unscrupulous man who had just set the finish line at the entrance crouched in front of the crystal, forcing everyone to look at his hairy legs.
"Alright, the X-Man Marathon has concluded successfully. Let's congratulate Miss Hilander on winning the championship! After enjoying her rewards, the winner will receive fifteen days of detention and a pair of handcuffs."
The crystal tilted upwards, allowing everyone to see Jas Trick's face. The captain of the Third Pulse Sequence had grabbed the puffs they had introduced during the show and was happily eating them.
"You might not be able to hear clearly in front of the water curtain, but the background music here is absolutely amazing. I almost lost my appetite," said Trek. "Children and parents, did you see this? Suppressing sexual desire for too long can lead to terrifying consequences. So, whether you're single or in a relationship, married or single, adult or minor, you all need to actively learn from the pilots."
The ghost host came over to cheer him up: "Captain Trek, what does the pilot have to do with this?"
"Being a pilot is a passionate profession. Their yearning for the beautiful skies forces them to be constantly on the lookout for takeoff every week, no matter how busy they are." Trick picked his teeth with a toothpick. "Their daily routine is takeoff and landing. Takeoff and landing. This regular schedule ensures they never feel overwhelmed. So everyone should take off on time, too. Otherwise, you'll end up like a terrifying adult running naked through the streets looking for a mate."
"Wow, Captain Trek's insights are as sharp as ever!" the host applauded. "That concludes today's surprise live broadcast. Thank you all for watching, and we'll see you next time!"
(End of this chapter)
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