Cultural Invasion In Different World - Chapter 992

[Chapter 1007 I’m going to die without games]

Jinyi Tavern, this is an underground tavern managed by the Sewing Gang.

This pub offers all sorts of shady services.

Deadline took his men to this tavern and found the best seat to sit down.

The maids in the tavern did not dare to approach when they saw the sturdy figure on the dead line.

Deadline’s manic character is famous in the sewing gang, so everyone in the tavern is very afraid of Deadline.

“It’s your turn today.”

“Why don’t you go?” “Just

let Canary go, she’s new…”

A group of waitresses pushed the last one who was younger, with a long face on his face. The freckled girl was pushed to the dead line in front of this group of people.

“Excuse me, what do you want?” The

waitress’s voice was trembling. Although she had just arrived, she had also heard of Deadline’s murderous name.

What’s worse is that a few days ago, the dead line directly beat a drunk man to death with his fist in the tavern… She saw the fierce scene at that time.

Deadline didn’t answer him, his hands were raised in front of him, and his thumbs kept pressing something in the air.

She turned her head slightly, only to find that a bright screen was emerging in front of the dead line.

magic!

A taboo word flashed in her mind, but the magic that Deadline was using was somewhat different from what she remembered.

On the screen, a dwarf was constantly bouncing… After he stepped on a turtle, he pushed the turtle shell over and killed the group of mushroom-like creatures.

Deadline kept pressing the forward button. He didn’t expect that the turtle shell that hit the wall would turn back and directly kill the Mario he was controlling.

“hateful!”

Mario’s sudden death made Deadline slap his thigh suddenly, and he also had the energy to take care of other things.

“Just bring me some wine!” Deadline said to the waitress beside him.

She was still immersed in the Super Mario screen, and she didn’t react for a while.

“Didn’t you hear me!” Deadline’s subordinate shouted to her again.

At this time, the waitress quickly said, ‘Understood!

‘, and then ran away quickly.

“Boss, what is this thing you’re playing with?”

A sewing helper looked at Dead Thread and kept pressing the translucent handle with his thumb in mid-air. Out of curiosity, he still asked… Dead Thread is magical The origin of magic.

“How do I know! Don’t bother me now!” Deadline

focused his attention on the little man who kept jumping up and down in front of the screen. He had already reached the second level with Mario, and the difficulty of the level began to gradually increase. .

When he concentratedly pressed the jump button, the picture in front of him suddenly disappeared.

“What’s the matter!”

Deadline suddenly stood up from where he was sitting, and he looked around angrily and the feeling of relaxed pleasure gradually faded from him.

With that comes a sense of anxiety, the kind of anxiety about wanting to keep the game going.

“Lord Deadline, why don’t you drink some laughter mixture first!”

A sewing gang subordinate handed Deadline a bottle of pink liquid in it, but Deadline threw it to the ground angrily.

“This thing has a fart!” In

his heart, he kept muttering the words ‘Little Overlord has endless fun’, like a spell, but it didn’t have any effect.

No matter how much he chanted, he couldn’t summon Super Mario’s picture.

The manic character of the dead line returned to him again, and he directly pushed everything on the table under the table with both hands.

All the other men of the Sewing Gang were too frightened to move…

“Blacktail…it’s the guy with the Blacktail.” Dead Thread kept reciting its name, staring at one of the Sewing Gang’s men, “You! Go get me that black tail kid.”

“Boss, black tail… he’s already at the tavern,” said one of the sewing gang’s men.

Dead line’s eyes turned to the entrance of the tavern again, and sure enough, the short figure of the black tail had already appeared at the entrance of the tavern.

The two guards of the sewing gang directly pushed Kuroto forcibly to the round table where Deadline was sitting.

“Boy! I know you still have that kind of original spar! Hurry up and hand it over!”

Deadline put his hands on the table and stared at Heiwei who was sitting in front of him.

“This thing needs money.” Kuroko suppressed the fear in his heart and relied on the courage brought by anger to stare at the dead line.

“Money? You don’t know how much money you owe to our sewing gang, how dare you ask me for money?!” The

manic symptoms of the dead line were brought to the extreme at this moment, and he took out the black tail and stabbed him directly. The dagger in the hand.

“Give me the original spar, or I’ll cut off your hand!”

The moment Deadline threatened Heiwei with a dagger, the surface of the dagger shone with the light of an inscription of order, and the next second the dagger escaped from death. Line’s palm floated in mid-air.

The blade of the dagger rested on Deadline’s neck, and the threat of death made his manic symptoms slightly lessened.

The other Sewing Gang members immediately took out their weapons when they saw this scene, and for a while the entire tavern entered a state of confrontation.

“I… I said it all! The things I sell are asking for money!”

Heiwei looked at the dagger on the neck of the dead line, and the whole person instantly gained confidence.

“You!”

“Sit down on the dead line.”

A mature female voice sounded, and the dead line, which was originally like a rabid dog, instantly closed her mouth and sat on the original position.

Heiwei turned his head to look behind the dead line, and a mature-looking purple-haired woman appeared on the other side of the tavern. Her dress definitely belonged to the Nolan noble class, but it was slightly exposed.

All the sewing gang members in the tavern took their seats again, because this woman is the veritable leader of the gang… Marceau.

“I don’t know that the master of the quest visited here.”

She glanced around the tavern, trying to find the releaser of this magic.

“I won’t mix with the bastards of the Quest Club!”

Heiwei directly told the other party that his helper did not come from the Quest Club, the most mysterious and powerful organization in the city.

“Then who is the caster of this magic? Don’t say that your weak body can learn magic.”

The woman named Marceau walked slowly towards the black tail.

“I’m a friend.”

Heiwei did not reveal the true identity of the orange cat, because the orange cat was staring at him from the eaves.

“Friend? Then you met a great friend, boy… what do you want from me?” she asked.

“I want to make a deal with you.”

Heiwei took out the remaining three original spar from his pocket, but he didn’t put them on the table, because Deadline’s eyes were staring at Blacktail. The original spar in hand.

As long as Heiwei was a little slack, the man in front of him would snatch the three ‘game coins’ of the bully in Heiwei’s hand.

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PS: The task of the first day is completed!

National Day is about to start!

I need a monthly pass to boost my coding skills!

The explosion will continue!

[End of this Chapter]