Ron finally grasped why Guysha relentlessly pursued Morgana across the universe for justice. The revelation highlighted the enormity of Morgana's "evil."
"Hahaha..."
"I was just teasing you, trying to give you a scare."
Morgana settled back into her original position, smiling mischievously. Throughout this interaction, her eyes remained fixed on Ron, conducting a subtle test to discern whether he harbored any hostility towards her.
In a world unfamiliar to her, encountering someone who defied her analysis filled Morgana with a certain level of apprehension, even with her advanced Fourth Generation divine body.
"Okay, let's get back to the topic."
Morgana rested her cheek in her hand, slightly parting her lips.
"I was on Devil One when I heard a voice inviting me to this pub for a drink. I merely nodded, and in an instant, I was standing at the tavern's entrance. Is this the power of the void?"
In her understanding, only the void, as studied by Karl, could achieve such an extraordinary feat—maintaining a fixed position while altering spatial coordinates. Thus, according to her theory, Morgana considered herself superior to Demon No. 1.
However, Ron offered a different perspective.
"In reality, you can also view it as arriving directly in this world from a specific node on Devil One. To put it more simply: breaking through dimensions."
Ron paused, allowing Morgana to absorb the explanation. Her pupils suddenly contracted as she raised her wine glass, her hand momentarily suspended in mid-air.
This explanation surpassed her academic comprehension—it delved into the realm of crushing the void, a theory that challenged even her advanced understanding. Gulp...
After regaining her composure, Morgana emptied the glass of wine and laughed heartily.
"Hahaha... Bitch, we argued about the concept of ultimate fear for ten thousand years. You believed it to be a fallacy, but now I've finally found something demonstrable!"
Their past discord had roots in academic disputes about ultimate fear. While Morgana was intrigued by the concept, Guysha was either fearful or resistant.
In the known universe of the [Super God] world, civilizations, other than the angel civilization, faced complete destruction whenever they developed to a certain level. Morgana believed this might be the intervention of some law, suggesting that everything they perceived and possessed was false and nonexistent. This inability to find the true nature of reality, as if they were being interfered with, constituted the ultimate fear.
Ron's explanation provided Morgana with a glimpse into the power she had sought or the existence of a more profound civilization. Although these were just clues, they were sufficient to challenge Guysha's theories.
"Overthinking while drinking will only lead to melancholy," Ron remarked softly. "Let's just get drunk today!"
Morgana picked up the wine bottle and poured its contents into her mouth.
"If your sister, Guysha, acknowledged the existence of your ultimate fear, would you still kill her?" Ron inquired curiously.
Morgana hesitated for a moment, her eyes revealing a hint of complexity. Despite their shared experiences over the few hundred years of being sisters, the war between the devil and the angel spanned ten thousand years. Could academic disagreements truly resolve their deep-seated grievances?
Moreover, she had even stabbed Guysha in the back during their clashes.
"I don't know. The matter between me and that bitch is too complicated," Morgana admitted.
"Maybe even if I confirm the existence of ultimate fear, she will still be thinking about how to chop off my head."
Morgana chuckled and took another sip of wine, a hint of contemplation in her lazy voice.
"Hehe... this bitch."
A brief silence lingered in the air.
"There's nothing we can't talk about. Look at me and my silly son. We fought to the death for two and a half years, but now we can sit together and drink?"
Shendu affectionately patted Drago on the head, his voice trembling with joy. However, in an unexpected turn of events, a sudden gravitational force ejected Shendu from the tavern, and he collided with a nearby tree.
Following this, Drago summoned a barrage of thunderbolts that rained down on Shendu's head.
Bang...
A resounding roar echoed, drawing the attention of pirates, civilians, and Marines in the vicinity.
"Old man, I really gave you face!" Drago grumbled as he sipped his wine.
Shortly after, the disgraced Shendu returned to the tavern, offering an apology.
"Sorry, that was a wrong demonstration."
Suppressing his anger, he glanced at Drago and added, "If you have the ability, come back to hell with me now!"
Drago responded with a dismissive comment about medical insurance owed, leaving a handful of gems on the counter before striding out. However, before reaching the door, a sandbag-sized fist collided with Drago's head.
Boom!
Drago transformed into a black shadow, flying out of the tavern.
"Boss, I'm leaving."
Shendu lifted his head, vanishing in an instant.
Observing the scene, Morgana smiled, "A truly loving father and filial son. If I encountered that Bichi in the tavern, it would probably be the same."
Ron shook his head, stating, "No, all forms of fighting are prohibited in the tavern."
Upon hearing this, Morgana immediately understood.
"No wonder Shendu and his son not only suppressed their anger the whole time but also kept their actions outside, ensuring the tavern remained undamaged!"
Suddenly, Morgana's face darkened, and an inexplicable pain surged in her abdomen.
"F**k, a woman is a woman! That's inevitable, even a god can't avoid it."
With that, Morgana bent over, covered her stomach, and hastily made her way to the restroom.
Ron: "???"
Is this happening now? Even the Fourth Generation gods have to deal with the big aunt?
"Rem, provide her with the Seventh Dimension," Ron ordered softly.
"Understood, Master," blushing, Rem hurriedly went towards the restroom.
Observing this, Rayleigh, who had remained silent until now, asked teasingly, "Little ghost, isn't it a pity that you don't handle it personally?"
Ron, with a serious expression, replied, "Do I look like that kind of person? Bloody warriors who spout blood or something—definitely not my style. I'm a gentleman through and through."
At that moment, the door of the tavern creaked open, revealing Doflamingo striding in with several suitcases in hand.
"Doflamingo! What brings you here?" Ron inquired.
[Ding, guests enter the tavern and start testing the characteristics.]
[After the test, following system analysis, guest: Doflamingo's characteristic is "villain."]
[The next four guests from other worlds will also have "villain" characteristics.]
"Villain?" Ron pondered as he awaited further developments. Before he could react, Rem returned, still blushing, and uttered timidly, "Master, that sister said she was a little small... she wants to wear wings."