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"A-Si's character is just too arrogant. I'm afraid no one but you, Dad, can win her over, not even me... But she is indeed very effective. She has a domineering personality, and compared to the others, her subordinates are definitely the most obedient."
Night fell, a gentle breeze blew, and on the roof of the Juxia, where Wang Ji had once sat, two figures, one tall and one short, sat. Zizai ate potato chips as he spoke.
It was already late. Wang Ji hadn't returned to his room today, nor was he busy with anything. He was simply enjoying the starry sky with Zizai.
“Her,” Wang Ji said, recalling the name A Si that Zizai had mentioned, and couldn’t help but smile. “I reckon if I hadn’t created her, she wouldn’t even look down on me… let alone you.”
He reached for a can of beer, and with the cool breeze, he gulped it down.
When Zizai addresses his other companions, he never uses their other names; he always uses their numbers: Axu, Maomao, Asi...
"She wouldn't dare!" Zizai snorted domineeringly. Although his cute appearance didn't show much domineering power, he was full of arrogance. He spread his little wings and said, "She wouldn't dare to disrespect you, Daddy, but if she ever dares to disrespect the mothers in the future, Zizai will kill her for you!"
“That’s not necessarily true…” Wang Ji said with a smile.
To be honest, this little guy has seen more of the world than he has, and has developed quite a bit of domineering aura. Traveling through the universe is not so easy, let alone ruling a civilization. Standing at the highest position means having the power of life and death.
“How could it not be…” Zizai shook his head: “This time she brought up her Nuwa Palace, and she dares to nag me.”
One man and one chicken, leisurely eating and drinking.
"Dad... is it worth it?" After a long silence, Zizai suddenly spoke.
"What?" Wang Ji reopened a can of soda, picked up a small handful of peanuts, and popped them into his mouth.
“Actually, I think it’s the same even if we just watch things unfold silently. At least that way, even if there are any consequences, it won’t be your problem, Dad.” Zizai held the potato chips, his voice low. “Now…”
"Ha...hiccup~" Wang Ji took a big gulp of beer, some of it spilling onto his chest. The night breeze was cool, and he let out a satisfying burp.
"Ha! I don't know if it's worth it or not. Actually, I don't have the right to make a choice, and I'm not qualified to do this... But I think this is something that must be done, and as for the consequences, they shouldn't be too far off."
He held his beer, squinted, looked up at the twinkling stars, and sighed softly, "Even so, it's still much better than doing nothing."
All I know is that if I can do it but don't, I'll definitely regret it.
"Why not just blow up all their spaceships?" Zizai was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, voicing his doubts: "Perhaps that..."
"Perhaps in that case, they would just take us down with them," Wang Ji waved his hand and casually explained.
"Oh~" Zizai nodded. It was just an executor and didn't think that much about it.
"I still don't understand what's so great about the Galactic Force. I don't believe they'll really have the nerve to bypass you, Dad?" Zizai suddenly snorted again.
"Perhaps it has some unprecedented potential." Wang Ji shook his head slightly. "I'm not quite sure either. Once I get some of my recent projects underway, I'll take some time to research what this anti-void thing is all about..."
"Void, anti-void, Daddy is the void, he is the anti-void, he's going to rebel against Daddy! Hehehe~" Zizai said incoherently, and then he made himself laugh.
"Hehe..." Wang Ji chuckled, "Who knows? Anyway, we're still in a daze. If Sister Lianfeng hadn't told me, we could have chosen our own name, like Wang Jikong, or something like Jikong, wouldn't that have been fine?"
Zizai giggled. It knew what its father was talking about. It knew that ever since its father found it convenient to name his child after using his own name, he seemed to have stopped thinking about choosing a name.
The King's Shield, the King's Sword, the King of Limitless, the Chariot of Limitless—if Zizai isn't mistaken, there will likely be many more items like these in the future.
"Hey Dad, do you think the other person will be able to guess who it is?" After laughing for a while, Zizai suddenly remembered this: "What if the other person does guess?"
"Can you guess?" Wang Ji paused, then chuckled softly. "What if I guess... what if I don't?"
Zizai was stunned, then said, "But Lena's mother said..."
“Actually, Lena’s judgment is quite good,” Wang Ji said calmly, examining the beer in his hand. “She analyzes things meticulously, and she truly deserves to be a future emperor… But no matter what, the high and mighty Grim Reaper will not fear a pre-nuclear era Earth.”
He wasn't afraid, and the Taotie, encouraged by him, wouldn't be afraid either. Since they weren't afraid, they had no constraints on what they wanted to do.
Regardless of their considerations, and regardless of the perspectives from which the gods of the Styx and the Taotie approached things, it's almost certain that the Taotie will do something next.
They did these things casually, without any psychological pressure.
Zizai fell silent. It knew what its father was talking about, which was also the reason for the question it had asked earlier.
It asked: Is it worth it?
It just didn't realize that in its father's mind, there was such a high probability that such a thing could happen...
"Actually, if you think about it, assuming Lao Du is confident that he can lead the Earthlings to survive even if the Taotie casually drops nuclear bombs, then Xiao Lun's Galactic Force is really quite powerful," Wang Ji said after taking a sip of beer.
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