novellk Chapter 592 Otto...I will definitely catch you!
Chapter 592 Otto...I will definitely catch you!
"Ah~ Walter of Entropy Reversal, my old friend, fate has brought us together here, which reminds me of the joyful times we once shared~"
Walter's smile froze instantly. His back, which had just relaxed, tensed up like a bowstring, and even the knuckles of his fingers gripping his cane turned white, revealing a subtle tension.
He looked in the direction of that familiar yet repulsive sound—
A blond, blue-eyed man stood not far away, wearing the familiar robes of the Archbishop of Destiny.
At this moment, the other person, with their usual relaxed smile, was looking at him with great interest, as if examining a plaything.
Kiana☆, Xiaoshi☆, and Mei☆ were all stunned at almost the same time, their exclamations tinged with surprise:
"Otto!"
Walter's voice followed immediately. He raised his cane, the tip tilted slightly forward, like a sharp sword poised to strike, aimed at the approaching man, his tone full of undisguised wariness.
"Otto! Why are you here?"
Otto strolled forward leisurely, his composed smile unchanged, as if they were not old enemies meeting on a narrow road, but rather old friends bumping into each other naturally.
"Walter, don't be so tense. Old friends reunited after so long, shouldn't they first hug each other and cry their hearts out for this 'fate'?"
Walter's vigilance remained undiminished:
"Stop with your hypocritical tricks, Otto. There's no such thing as a 'reunion of old friends' between us."
"Himeko, this man named Otto looks a lot like Rakshasa. Uncle Yang seemed quite nervous when he saw him?"
March 7th quietly tugged at Himeko's sleeve and whispered, her tone full of curiosity.
Himeko whispered a reminder:
"This is the first time I've seen Yang Lu like this. He's very likely an enemy. Be prepared for battle."
Otto seemed to completely ignore Walter's warning, stopping three steps away from him—a distance that was both safe and intimidating.
His smile deepened, and he even deliberately raised his hand to press his chest, feigning injury.
"Oh, old friend, your words have truly broken my heart."
He tilted his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over Walter's taut jawline and the hand gripping his cane, his tone tinged with a hint of mockery.
"What? After all these years, I thought you would have come to terms with it and let go of those 'trivial' grudges between us."
"Enough with the nonsense!" Walter's cane gleamed faintly as he demanded in an increasingly urgent voice, "Speak! Why are you still alive? Why are you here? What is your purpose? What conspiracy are you plotting?"
He knew Otto's character all too well; behind every smile and every glance of this man lay countless calculations.
Upon hearing this, Otto chuckled softly, a laugh carrying an ambiguous meaning, as if mocking Walter's naiveté, or perhaps expressing some kind of reflection.
"Conspiracy? Walter, you always think of me in such a dark light. Can't I be a champion of justice just this once?"
(Ahem, do you believe Otto is a champion of justice, or do you believe the author is Qin Shi Huang?)
Then, he paused, and, changing his previous style, suddenly tilted his head back and burst into laughter:
"Hahaha, okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore, Walter."
I have no particular purpose in being here; I simply wanted to confirm—did you receive the letter I asked my 'Rakshasa friend' to deliver to you?
Upon hearing this, Xiao Shi's eyes flashed with understanding, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, inwardly thinking:
"Ah Ming, you're really getting into character as Otto! That smile, that expression, even that smug tone—you've imitated it perfectly."
Walter's heart skipped a beat, and the image of Rakshasa and Otto, with their identical blond hair, composed demeanor, and even their nonchalant tone of voice, flashed through his mind.
He gripped his cane tighter and tighter, his knuckles turning bluish-white from the excessive force, his voice filled with suppressed anger, and even the energy at the tip of the cane began to stir restlessly:
"So it was you! Eden Star, Zero Rated Power..."
"Wait! Let's talk this out, Walter!"
Otto—or rather, Fu Ming, who played Otto—didn't expect Walter to actually start with zero frames, and his "bishop-like composure" instantly crumbled.
Walter remained unmoved. At this moment, all he could see in his eyes was fear and anger towards "Otto," and he was focused on eliminating this unstable factor in front of him.
He snorted coldly, and a black hole appeared at the tip of his cane, its deep black vortex almost swallowing up the surrounding light.
"Hmph! If you have something to say, go say it in my Eden Star!"
Before he finished speaking, the surging gravitational field swept towards Fu Ming like a tidal wave, instantly sucking the rubble and dust on the ground into the black hole, and even the air seemed to be twisted and pulled.
"No way? Walter, you're actually serious? We're from the same hometown, after all. Shouldn't we help each other out in this strange universe?! Ughhhhh—I'm going to die!!!"
Fu Ming's pupils contracted sharply. After muttering a few words, he no longer cared about maintaining Otto's image and turned to run away.
He narrowly avoided the first wave of gravity impact, but the ground behind him was instantly crushed into a neat, deep trench.
Walter wasn't about to let him get away so easily. He quickly created a second black hole and strode after him, his eyes filled with a determination to kill Otto. His usual composure was nowhere to be seen.
"Otto, you stop right there! Don't run!" Walter's voice was filled with a hint of furious gritted teeth: "If you dare to show your face in front of me, be prepared to be torn apart by gravity!"
"Put Eden's Star down and I won't run away!"
"If you stop, I'll 'put it down'!"
"Impulse is the devil!"
"The devil is right in front of us!"
.......
Thus, the tense atmosphere that had been building up due to "Otto's" appearance was completely turned into an absurd farce by this sudden chase.
After running for an unknown amount of time, Walter leaned against the wall, panting heavily. His bangs were soaked with sweat and stuck to his reddened forehead. Even the hand holding his cane was trembling slightly.
He watched Otto's retreating figure disappear into the distance, his chest still brimming with simmering anger, and he growled through gritted teeth:
"Otto... I will definitely catch you!"
The moment he finished speaking, he was suddenly jolted – the vague confusion he had felt in this unfamiliar universe vanished with the appearance of "Otto".
A clear goal suddenly took root in my heart:
Although I don't know why he's still alive, his existence is bound to be a disaster for this universe. And I must stop all the conspiracies he's plotting.
In a daze, the surrounding scenery suddenly distorted, and Walter's consciousness seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, drifting into the depths of the universe.
A centaur, the Star God of Hunting, Lan, appeared in the void, his sharp eyes piercing through the sea of stars, seemingly landing on him.
"..."
(And so, with Fu Ming's enthusiastic help, Old Yang also embarked on his hunting journey. Congratulations! Coca-Cola! "doge")
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In the teahouse, March 7th was leaning over the table, twirling his teacup. When Walter pushed the door open and came in, he immediately jumped up and rushed over:
"Uncle Yang, you're back! Did you catch that guy?"
Walter raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, leaned his cane against the corner of the table, and his voice still carried a hint of unsteady breathing:
"He got away. Next time we see him, we'll make sure he never comes back."
Fu Ming, who was standing to the side, almost spat out his tea when he heard this. He quickly put down the cup and coughed twice, trying to hide the smile on his face.