Chapter 130 Chapter 130: This Grudge, I, This Young Lady, Will Remember
Chapter 130: This Grudge, I, This Young Lady, Will Remember
"Oh, my dear Pancho, this move of yours truly caught me by surprise. My most trusted subordinate trying to seize my city—it's simply terrifying."
On the massive broadcast screen, Candela's smile never ceased, growing increasingly unrestrained.
Through her methods, all the contestants were reset. She drove them, using chaos to quell chaos—this kind of behavior was almost like a farce...
"A city fallen into decadence, a revolution akin to child's play, a mad administrator..."
Casually knocking out a rioter with a club, Kevin shook his head. Each of these three things alone might pose significant problems, but when combined in the end, they created a peculiar reaction.
It made this absurd city tend toward stability.
"Ha~ Kevin, I suddenly feel this place isn't as... comfortable and relaxing as advertised."
Fiammetta stretched lazily, letting out a soft, cat-like sound. It wasn't about false advertising or anything like that, but something else.
"Tired?"
"Maybe... a little?"
She wasn't quite sure herself, poking her chin as she tentatively answered.
A dull reversal, clichéd developments, tacky villains making their appearances one by one—Kevin had seen it all before. His only evaluation was:
"Then let this boring farce end."
He stood by the coastline, the sea breeze gently ruffling his hair. Many speedboat-riding rioters still lingered on the sea surface, intending to storm the beach. Kevin extended his right hand toward them, toward the entire Dossoles inland sea, slowly opening his palm.
A crystal-clear ice crystal fell into the sea like a grain of sand, creating an inconspicuous splash.
Crackle—
In that instant, the waves retained their proudest form. On a sunny day, the sea breeze should have felt warm and gentle, but now, surging cold currents had taken their place.
"Your time will no longer continue to flow."
People, waves, cruise ships, seabirds—their surfaces were covered in a chilling white frost. Time itself seemed frozen here.
If viewed from above, one would be astonished to discover that the Dossoles inland sea had transformed into a vast expanse of stark white frozen tundra. Even a Catastrophe might not necessarily create such a sight!
Chi Xiao was drawn, shattering the frozen cabin door. Ch'en and Lin Yuxia shakily emerged from inside. They were still wearing those pitiful swimsuits, with scant fabric that could barely cover their skin, let alone provide any warmth.
"Lungmen profanity Sss—so cold!"
"What on earth happened out here?"
They were utterly bewildered. Hadn't they just gone inside for over ten minutes? How did the outside suddenly look like it had changed seasons!
Where was our sunshine, waves, and sandy beach?
A Catastrophe? A Catastrophe couldn't freeze an area so uniformly, and there weren't any Originium fragments visible either.
Lifelike ice sculptures, frozen tundra solid enough to walk on—if they weren't still wearing swimsuits, they might have thought it was all an illusion.
"It seems you're alright."
A blazing red greatsword was embedded in the frozen tundra, its comfortable temperature dispelling the cold.
"All of this... you did it, right?"
"As you can see."
Kevin nodded but didn't linger. He simply left Judgement of Shamash there to keep them warm and walked straight through the cabin door opened by Chi Xiao.
Shortly after, he emerged carrying the unconscious Pancho.
"What was your purpose in doing this?"
Lin Yuxia still couldn't comprehend it. Freezing the sea—was that really something a human could do?
"Because this play was too dull. That's all."
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"According to reports from Bolívar National Television, the famous Golden Beach tourist destination, Dossoles City, was struck by a once-in-a-century cold wave Catastrophe on August 15th. Reportedly, this is the first time in the city's history..."
The car stereo was pressed, cutting off the radio broadcast and replacing it with soothing, cheerful music.
"Heh, it seems Mayor Candela still knows her limits."
"Her madness is only superficial. Like Chief Wei, they are both absolute masters holding the reins of their cities. It's only natural they wouldn't want to offend a mysterious powerhouse."
As Ch'en spoke, she even chuckled:
"That woman replaced all the summer beach equipment with winter ice-skating gear in just one day. Ice-skating under such intense sun—that's so like her. 'Unique,' right? But she certainly knows how to seize an opportunity."
At least for those few days, the entire beach's revenue increased by several percentage points.
"Are you planning to return directly to Gou Wu?"
"There's no direct route from Gou Wu to Dossoles, so we're taking the Lungmen route. Kevin said we'd drop you off along the way."
This trip to Dossoles wasn't as perfect as Fiammetta had anticipated, but there were still some gains.
After dropping off Ch'en and Lin Yuxia in Lungmen, Kevin didn't accept their invitation to stay longer. Instead, he drove Fiammetta straight back to Gou Wu.
"By the way, Kevin, did we forget something?"
"Hmm?"
As Fiammetta unpacked items one by one in her room, she frowned deeply in thought.
"I feel like we forgot something very important. Let me think... sunglasses, clothes, sun hat, souvenir album... album... painting? Painting!"
"?"
"Kevin! I think we left Xi behind in Dossoles!!!"
"!!"
At that moment, inside Suite 601 of the Dossoles Grand Hotel.
A housekeeper responsible for tidying up rooms was putting away items one by one while replacing disposable amenities.
"Huh? Why is there a painting here? I don't remember Suite 601 having this decoration."
She was extremely surprised. As a long-time employee of the hotel, she remembered every decoration from standard rooms up to presidential suites—this was the confidence her over-a-decade of work experience gave her.
"Did a guest forget and leave it here?"
She felt tempted. People who vacationed here were either wealthy or influential. That meant this painting could very well be a valuable genuine piece.
The housekeeper had long heard that ancient paintings from Yan were extremely precious and sought after by many collectors. If this piece was genuine...
Then she might actually have a chance to settle down permanently in Dossoles City. At worst, after succeeding, they could delete the surveillance footage and split the money among themselves while aligning their stories. That way, even if the owner came looking, there'd be nothing to fear.
Greed drove her to extend her hand toward the painting. Just as she was about to touch it—
"Gah?"
A perfectly round black head popped out. Its innocent eyes met the housekeeper's gaze.
"Ahhh—what is that?! A ghost!"
The housekeeper scrambled out of the room in panic.
"What's all this noise? Do you dare disturb this young lady's sleep? Kevin, can't you control...?"
Another lazy little head emerged from within. A stunning face with sleepy eyes appeared.
"Kevin? Huh? Kevin! Pozëmka?"
She had a bad feeling. Expanding her perception until it covered all of Dossoles, she still couldn't sense those two figures anywhere.
"They... abandoned me?"
Xi's cheeks puffed up with anger.
"Fine! This grudge... I, this young lady... will remember it!"
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