Rayleigh glanced at the man beside him in surprise. This man was acting quite unusually. Intrigued, Rayleigh cautiously extended his Observation Haki, intending to learn more about the newcomer.
Suddenly, Rayleigh's pupils contracted, and he instinctively assumed a defensive stance. This man was incredibly intimidating, surpassing even Whitebeard in his prime or Garp. Rayleigh couldn't find a single flaw, as if every inch of the man's skin could be a lethal weapon.
Trying to ease the tension, Ron reassured, "Don't be nervous; the civilian here are very 'nuclear' and kind."
Fellow Earthling...
More precisely, people from the USA!
The first guest from another world, exhibiting the characteristics of a "villain."
[Black Robe] - a figure with traits of both heroes and villains in this world. Although the name seemed contradictory, it didn't prevent him from being a villain who wore a Superman uniform but harbored perverse tendencies.
Key detail: This character lacked maternal love and clutched a bottle full of fresh milk!
At that moment, Tohru presented the wine to Homelander, saying, "Your wine, enjoy it at your own pace."
Homelander nodded, first draining the last drop of fresh milk and then refilling his wine glass. Understanding he was in another world, he didn't worry about appearances. If there was a pasture nearby, Homelander might have headed straight to the cowshed for a drink.
"Give it a try. This wine is called Yanghe Daqu," Ron introduced with a smile. "If you were to compare wine to a woman, the taste of this wine would be like a gentle, virtuous, full-bodied young woman."
At Ron's description, the eyes of Homelander lit up, and he eagerly picked up the wine glass for a sip.
Gulp... as the wine flowed down his throat.
With just one sip, Homelander could instantly discern the soft, refreshing, and sweet taste of the wine. Though the alcohol content was slightly lower, it possessed a soft yet robust quality, akin to a young woman.
"The wine is good," Homelander remarked casually. "You don't have to die."
Hearing these words, Tohru, Rem, and Ram, who were tidying up the tavern, froze. Lucoa, who was fishing, opened her peculiar eyes, and Yoruichi, lying by the window, stretched and stood up with sharp claws protruding from her pink flesh pads.
Just as the tension settled, the tavern door swung open once more. Shendu, and his son entered, exchanging curses.
"My dear father, it seems a succubus body from the warehouse went missing for an hour last night," Drago teased, a mischievous smile on his face. "Do you know where it went?"
A succubus body—a little toy created by wizards when they have nothing else to do. Though lifeless, it had a soft texture and a realistic appearance. The pleated inner allowed one to experience the firmness and beauty of the ultimate...
Shendu, taken aback, quickly denied any knowledge, insisting, "I don't know, don't ask me!"
Ignoring the banter, the father and son took seats at the bar. Rayleigh, curious, inquired, "What is a succubus body?"
Drago began to explain, likely with the intent of Tohruoughly embarrassing Shendu right there in the tavern. However, before he could continue, a massive claw sent him flying.
Boom! The impact produced sonic booms in the air. Subsequently, two beams of light shot from Shendu's eyes, directly hitting Drago.
"What a rebellious son. If you don't fight, you won't succeed," Shendu remarked, turning to Ron with great respect. "Boss, it's still the same."
Ron nodded, saying, "Wait a minute, Lucoa will serve you wine."
Shendu shook his head hastily, saying, "Don't bother her; just let my son-in-law handle it."
Despite being seasoned consumers of supernatural occurrences, Lucoa's display of power left even the formidable Shendu in awe. Witnessing this, the people from Homelander were in disbelief. Why did these monstrous beings, so powerful in their own right, show such deep respect for a seemingly ordinary tavern owner? The recent slap, clearly on par with Homelander's strength, only deepened the mystery. Furthermore, the monsters' ability to emit lasers from their eyes added to the perplexity.
Caught in this moment of shock, Homelander instinctively adopted a defensive posture. Tensions rose as his body stiffened and blood seemed to coagulate. He turned his head and noticed the four waiters in the tavern, their eyes emitting a faint red light. Homelander's gaze lingered on the woman with different pupils, and when their eyes met, a sudden chill enveloped him, draining his energy.
This pressure transcended the ordinary boundaries of life—an oppressive force that left him feeling drained. Lucoa, narrowing his eyes, returned to the bar with several bottles of wine, placing them in front of Shendu.
"Your wine," Lucoa announced.
"Thank you!" Shendu replied with trembling gratitude, expressing deep respect.
"I'm just a waiter; don't be like this in the future. Ron will scold me again," Lucoa playfully waved her hands and then turned to the natives.
"You can only recite the scriptures once; next time, strive to surpass them," Lucoa advised.
Homelander, still dazed, felt a desire to resist and even contemplated raising his middle finger defiantly. However, driven by an inner fear, he could only bow his head and apologize.
"Sorry, I apologize for what I just said!"
"I'm in a bad mood today, please forgive me, boss," Homelander apologized.
Lucoa nodded in satisfaction, then gracefully walked to the sofa with lotus steps, resuming her fishing.
"It's okay, don't be afraid. Whether it's the guests or the waiters here, they are very kind," Ron reassured, smiling to ease any lingering tension.
Tohru, Rem, Ram, and the others returned to their tasks, while Yoruichi continued her nap.
Gradually, Homelander's tense body relaxed. They seemed to feel a sense of relief, as if surviving a catastrophe. It wasn't just the girl with different eyes; the little blonde girl with horns and the black cat lying by the window also exuded pressure.
In less than a minute, Homelander's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his clothes were soaked. He poured wine into his mouth in big gulps, seemingly venting inner grievances.
"Just now, you said you were in a bad mood. Can you tell me why?" Ron asked softly.
Homelander's face darkened further. He tore at his hair vigorously, speaking in a hoarse voice, "Today is my birthday, but the people I love have left me one by one."
Lucoa and the others listened, feeling a faint pang of remorse. They shouldn't have scared him earlier. Perhaps, beating him half-disabled and allowing Ron to heal him would have been a more compassionate approach. Homelander continued, "Today, I used the remaining right hand of the storm girl to give myself a Quicky"
"But not long after, she committed suicide... Maybe she couldn't bear her disfigurement or was completely paralyzed."
Lucoa, Tohru, Rem, Ram, and the others were shocked by this revelation. They exchanged glances, sharing a sentiment: this person should have been saved, not scared.