Seeing Fang Mo floating outside his own window while holding a door left King sowhat bewildered. After all, normal people usually just use the door, but since Fang Mo was his benefactor, King quickly went to open the window.
"Priest," King greeted Fang Mo politely. "You arrived so quickly."
"Yes, I had nothing else to do," Fang Mo nodded casually at King's comnt. "Anyway, I'll stay here for one night and leave in the morning."
"Understood," King replied. After thinking for a mont, he asked, "Do you need to prepare so food? To be honest, since I live alone, there's not much in the refrigerator. If you're expecting any visitors tonight, I need to prepare in advance."
"Oh, there's no need for that," Fang Mo waved his hand. "Just letting stay is already a great favor; you don't need to buy anything."
"It's no problem at all. After all, Priest, you've helped a great deal," King said more casually, given there were no outsiders. "If you hadn't helped by lying, I might have been beaten to death by so monster by now. So please, let show you so hospitality."
"Co on, we're friends," Fang Mo cheerfully waved the quartz door in his hand. "Let's just find a wall for now; I'll set up my place first, and we can discuss the rest later."
As he spoke, Fang Mo looked around.
It's worth ntioning that King's apartnt wasn't large. Although it was better equipped than Saitama's apartnt, it was still a single-person apartnt and didn't require much space.
Fang Mo quickly found a suitable wall.
"Alright, let's set it up here," he said, pressing the quartz door against the wall. Fang Mo then clapped his hands in satisfaction and turned to King. "My family will stay in here tonight. If you need anything, just knock."
"This door..." King seed confused. "Priest, maybe I should prepare a room for you."
"Oh, it's fine. This is a portal," Fang Mo explained upon seeing King's confusion and decided to demonstrate.
He pulled the door open, and with a click, the door revealed not the apartnt wall but a completely different space. It looked like a beautifully crafted garden, and further away, a familiar villa. Interestingly, the sky inside the door was white, with no visible sun, moon, or stars.
This sight puzzled King, who couldn't think of anywhere in the world with a sky like that.
But it was understandable why King was confused. The door Fang Mo had brought was a dinsional portal, connecting to his own pure white world. He had previously placed a similar door in the Kurosaki household during the Shinigami mission.
"...Truly an incredible technique," King finally remarked, giving up on understanding and turning to Fang Mo with an awkward smile. "As expected of you, Priest."
"Just a little trick," Fang Mo replied nonchalantly. He walked into the living room and noticed a ga on the computer. "Hmm? Were you playing a ga just now?"
"Uh..." King suddenly looked a bit flustered. "Yes, I was."
"Let see what ga it is," Fang Mo said, a bit intrigued, as he hadn't played gas in a while due to his travels. He moved closer, and after reading the screen, exclaid, "mories of a Shy, Sweet Heartbeat... Wait, a GalGa!?"
"..." King was so embarrassed that he couldn't speak, nervously shifting his feet.
"Is this what you usually play?" Fang Mo asked in shock, glancing at King and then at the computer screen again. "Oh wow, you even unlocked the hidden ending and collected all the CGs?"
"Please, stop talking. Just stop," King begged, utterly mortified.
KING covered his face and frantically tried to explain: "I just play this ga occasionally. My favorites are fighting gas, strategy gas, and RPGs... I also dabble a bit in sandbox gas."
"Do you play Red Alert?"
Fang Mo touched his chin and suddenly asked.
"What is that?" KING was taken aback by the question. He had never even heard of the ga. "What kind of ga is it? Is it a new release?"
"Oh, does it not exist in this world?"
Seeing KING's confused expression, Fang Mo quickly realized what was going on. Indeed, the world setting of One Punch Man is quite bizarre. The whole world is just one country, with cities distinguished by letters. Concepts like the Allies and Soviets don't exist here, so naturally, such a ga wouldn't either.
"Here, take this."
With that in mind, Fang Mo casually pulled out a CD from behind him: "Install it and give it a try."
"...Alright."
Although a bit puzzled, KING accepted the recomndation. As a gaming enthusiast, he wasn't resistant to trying new gas and quickly began installing it with practiced ease.
In fact, Fang Mo didn't get this ga disc from another world.
In the worlds he had previously traversed, this ga didn't exist either. However, with the help of Supre Intelligence and Ultron, Fang Mo only needed to provide a rough concept, and these AIs could create a similar ga based on his ideas.
Soon, the ga was installed.
Fang Mo pulled out a computer, eager to start playing with KING.
However, after nearly three hours of gaming, Fang Mo didn't win a single match. He was utterly defeated by KING. Even when he brought in Xiao Yao for a two-on-one, they still lost more than they won.
"No way, are you cheating?"
In the end, Fang Mo couldn't hold back any longer: "Even with my Apocalypse tanks right in your face, I still lose?"
"The Apocalypse tank is too cumberso."
Hearing this, KING took off his headset and said casually: "Yuri just needs to control the front line a bit, and your micro-managent is terrible. The tank's firepower is totally wasted..."
"Fine, let's switch gas."
Fang Mo, unable to keep his composure, pulled out another CD from behind him: "Let's play a fighting ga this ti, King of Fighters '97. It's a classic. I trained under Master Ma back in the day and was quite the arcade champion."
"Oh, okay."
KING nodded amicably: "Let familiarize myself with the controls first..."
However, ten minutes later.
"Damn!"
Fang Mo threw the ga controller to the ground: "How can your Athena Asamiya beat my Orochi with infinite energy while keeping full health? That's unfair!"
"Uh, are you upset?"
KING looked at Fang Mo in surprise, still holding the controller: "Should I play you with just two fingers?"
"How dare you look down on ."
Fang Mo gritted his teeth and pulled out another CD from behind him: "I guess I have to regain my dignity with PUBG. Let's play a duo match. From now on, this place is called Chicken Palace!"
Then, about half an hour later.
"I'm done."
Fang Mo threw his keyboard forward: "My cabinet moved, I'm not playing anymore."
"This ga is quite fun."
KING seed to be enjoying himself, setting down his keyboard as well. Without a care for the duo match comnt, he smiled at Fang Mo and said: "Next ti, you and Saitama can play against . It might be a bit more challenging that way."
"You..."
Fang Mo wiped his face upon hearing this.
He could only say that there are two unreasonable aspects of the One Punch Man world: Saitama's inexplicable strength and KING's gaming skills. It's simply absurd.
In Fang Mo's view, these two are the epito of strength and skill, respectively.
The Golden Pavilion of Strength: Saitama.
The Silver Pavilion of Skill: KING.
If KING were given a remotely controlled robot along with a controller and screen, he could easily rise to the top of the S-Class.
Originally, Fang Mo just wanted to relax and play so gas.
But now, his head was aching.
Rubbing his temples, Fang Mo noticed that it was getting late. He decided to put away his computer and opened the dinsion door to inform Ah Xue, letting her know that so people might visit tonight and asking her to make so preparations in advance.
After doing that, Fang Mo glanced at Xiao Yao, who was still battling against KING. The two of them had started playing a Warcraft RPG, sothing about a thief character. Since it was his first ti playing, KING wasn't very skilled, but he was barely able to keep up with the defense, not dragging the team down.
From their conversation, it seed like Xiao Yao wanted to challenge KING to a ga of Chenghai 3C next.
Shaking his head, Fang Mo didn't bother with them. Instead, he pulled out his phone from his pocket and dialed a number. The call was quickly answered by a familiar voice.
"Priest? Do you need sothing?"
There was a faint electronic sound in the voice, indicating it was the tal Knight.
"Hey, Old Guy, do you want to co over for dinner tonight?" Fang Mo cordially invited over the phone, "If you co today, I'll be leaving tomorrow."
"No, I just finished eating ran."
Predictably, the tal Knight refused Fang Mo's dinner invitation as usual. "If you have sothing to say, just say it. I'm not coming over for dinner, and my controlled robots are different from cyborgs... they don't have eating functions."
"You're really stubborn..."
Fang Mo twitched his mouth but quickly explained his request. "I want to visit your lab. Is that okay?"
"Absolutely not."
The tal Knight refused without a second thought. "My lab contains many secrets. Those are my carefully prepared trump cards. There's no way I'll let you know about them."
"Just as expected?"
Hearing the tal Knight's refusal, Fang Mo nodded instinctively. He had anticipated this response. Fang Mo simply wanted to explore and unlock so modules, but the tal Knight had always been very cautious, likely fearing that his technology would be stolen.
However, since Fang Mo dared to ask, he had already prepared so counterasures and bargaining chips.
"How about this?"
After a mont of contemplation, Fang Mo began, "I can trade my stuff with you. You've been interested in so of my thods, right? You can study them. Consider it a gift from ."
"Hmm?" The tal Knight seed surprised, trying to gauge the truth of Fang Mo's words. "...Are you sure?"
"Of course. Why would I tease you for no reason?" Fang Mo rolled his eyes.
"Why?"
After a brief silence, the tal Knight asked curiously, "My stuff is all technological creations, while you study mysticism. You don't even understand the basic structure of a circuit board. Why insist on visiting my lab?"
"Would you believe if I said it's a gift for my wife?"
Fang Mo shrugged.
"...Do you think I would believe that?" The tal Knight asked flatly after a brief pause.
"What if I offered rare tal materials? How would you respond then?"
Fang Mo remained calm and began to introduce, "I have substances that are not on the periodic table, so that even defy the laws of conservation of mass-energy and... what's that law called? The three little laws of thermos?"
"…Are you referring to the three laws of thermodynamics?"
The tal Knight's tone was sowhat incredulous, with a mix of surprise and skepticism. "Are you claiming you can create a perpetual motion machine?"
"I don't really understand it either."
Fang Mo replied, "But if you talk about features, that's the case... We sorcerers don't adhere to logic."
"…"
The tal Knight remained silent, seemingly weighing the credibility of Fang Mo's words.
"Oh, besides tals, I have many other valuable items." Fang Mo continued without waiting, "Such as neutron degenerate matter, infinite resources, Lambert energy crystals, and phase space expansion technology."
"Wait, what was the first thing you said?"
The tal Knight suddenly asked.
"What?" Fang Mo paused and recalled, "Are you interested in tal materials?"
"Not that, the sentence before that."
"Uh... I said I wanted to prepare a gift for my wife." Fang Mo replied, puzzled, "Do you believe ?"
"I do."
The tal Knight responded, "I believe you completely."
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