"Blow up the Juxia first, then kill Guysa's bitch?"
"No, your orphan strategy is too extreme!"
"What are you implying? That I can't die?"
"Guysha's silver wings scratched me, and it's hard to heal. That bitch wants nothing more than to chop my old lady into pieces and put them in bottles..."
The woman was visibly irate, her curses flowing freely from the moment she entered the tavern until she settled at the bar.
Throughout this time, the entire tavern remained hushed, the patrons staring in disbelief at the cursing woman. Her face was obscured by thick, smoky makeup, leaving her original appearance a mystery. The only certainty was her voluptuous figure.
Draped in a black low-cut leather jacket and leather pants, devoid of embellishments, her attire clearly outlined her alluring silhouette. Quoting the lyrics of a certain artist, she embodied the sentiment: "If you take one more look, it will explode if you look at it, and if you get closer, it will be melted soon..."
The woman was the fifth guest featuring the characteristic of a "Royal Sister" - Morgana, the Devil King from [Super Seminary], formerly an angel named Morgana. She served as the King Apocalypse during the Three Kings Era and was the sister of the holy Guysa.
Simultaneously, the system's prompt echoed in Ron's mind:
[Ding, five guests with the characteristics of "Royal Sister" have visited the tavern, and they will be re-matched in the future.]
Ron paused for a moment. Was this the end of his tranquility? Would the system continue to detect the characteristics he possessed, re-matching patrons accordingly?
With these thoughts, Ron couldn't help but silently pray in his heart.
Please, let things return to normal...
About ten minutes later...
After Morgana concluded her cursing, she began surveying the tavern, her eyes swiftly scanning over everyone, analyzing the information.
Strong humans, dragons, aliens, wolves...
When Morgana's gaze landed on Shendu and his son, her eyes suddenly lit up.
There was an immensely powerful dark energy emanating from them, something even the core calculation engine of the devil's wings couldn't analyze in a short time. Morgana smiled and patted Shendu on the shoulder.
"Kid, are you interested in joining the Demon King? I can fulfill all your wishes."
Shendu and his son, who were drinking, were stunned at her words. Their scarlet eyes glistened with moisture.
Finally...
Finally, someone who could rescue them from hell! They could bid farewell to a place that even dogs wouldn't want to stay in.
"Although Morgana is very strong, she cannot cross into your world," Ron reminded with a smile.
These words were like a splash of cold water, extinguishing the hope that Shendu and Drago had just kindled.
"Really..."
Morgana shrugged helplessly. "I can traverse this universe, but I cannot access other worlds."
"Then don't boast," Shendu retorted, leaning away in disdain.
Don't toy with me!
Morgana didn't mind. After all, her philosophy was about decadence and freedom; joining her cause was a matter of personal choice.
Turning her attention to Ron, Morgana asked with some vigilance, "How did you know my original name?"
Ron replied with a smile, "You were the Apocalypse King of the angelic civilization; I had heard of your name."
"F**k, don't mention those bitches. I'm an angel's mother now!" Morgana snorted dismissively and proceeded to peruse the information about Ron and the current world.
In the blink of an eye, anything could happen.
A faint trace of astonishment flickered in the eyes adorned with smoky makeup.
If Shendu's analysis was merely slow, then Ron and this tavern seemed impervious to analysis. Such an occurrence in this pre-nuclear civilization was deemed impossible.
Now that Morgana had perused the information about this world, she couldn't help but exclaim, "Damn, what kind of derogatory term is 'degenerate' here?"
Ron responded helplessly, "This is a tavern for drinking, not a place for cursing."
The atmosphere, initially relaxed, became tense once again with Morgana's arrival. It wasn't just Ron who disliked the change; the other patrons also felt uncomfortable.
"You're the boss, I'll defer to you," Morgana smiled. "This demonic makeup and attire make me want to curse those bitches."
As she spoke, a ray of light illuminated the room. Morgana's smoky makeup vanished, leaving her face bare. The black leather jacket was replaced with a camel-colored windbreaker and an open-chest cheongsam. In an instant, her image transformed from a devil to a seductive woman.
Charming and captivating eyes radiated with hope, a well-formed nose, and long, elegant eyebrows. Exquisite facial features adorned her pretty face, unconsciously evoking the notion of "beauties bring disaster."
Observing her reflection in the window, Morgana felt both familiar and unfamiliar. She had almost forgotten this aspect of herself. It had been a long time since she had presented this appearance to others. After a moment of contemplation, Morgana inexplicably recalled the days when she and Guysha battled against Tianzha.
Damn!
This woman!
At that moment, Lucoa, who had just finished a nap in the backyard, placed a bottle of wine in front of her.
"Your wine, savor it slowly," Lucoa said as she placed the bottle in front of Morgana.
Morgana glanced up and nodded absentmindedly, another perplexing presence in the tavern. If the gods in the super-god world represented technological ascension where technology became godly, Lucoa was a legendary deity.
Increasingly intrigued by the peculiarities of the tavern, Morgana found herself drawn to it.
"Give it a try. This wine is called Zhuyeqing, and it tastes pretty good," Ron suggested softly.
Morgana nodded, filled her wine glass, and took a sip.
Gulp...
As the wine entered her throat, a unique blend of alcohol and medicinal infusion burst forth, offering a sweet and slightly bitter taste that was mild and not overpowering, leaving a lingering aftertaste.
"The wine here is quite good. I might visit more often in the future," Morgana expressed her satisfaction.
"As long as you like it," Ron replied before changing the subject. "I heard you mention that you were planning to invade Earth when you first arrived."
This information was crucial. If true, it meant that Guysha's demise was imminent.
Morgana, unfazed, calmly responded, "The plans are still being formulated, and the implementation timeline is unclear."
"Why not take advantage of the opportunity when you walked there with that Bichi and eliminate her?" Morgana suggested, downing her wine in a single gulp before striking a graceful pose.
Her exaggerated body proportions momentarily captivated Ron, who was seated across from her, almost causing him to lose himself in the ravine formed by her chest.
"What, caught off guard?" Morgana slowly stood up, lounging on the bar as she lazily addressed Ron, "Do you want to leave a mark inside the devil's body? Perhaps that would make you shine."
Ron: "???"