On a private jet suspended in the void, two figures appeared out of nowhere above the seats.
It was a man and a woman.
The man had a deeply satisfied expression, letting out a pleasurable sigh.
The woman looked tired and had fallen into a deep sleep.
The two were none other than Brian and Susan, just returning from the Blissful Space.
Of course, before coming out, Brian helped Susan verify her current physical strength.
Quite impressive, capable of a fight.
Brian, having been starved for so long, finally had his fill.
After savoring the moment for a long time.
Brian remembered they were still on the plane.
However, during the transition in Blissful Space, to prevent any issues, Brian had deliberately pulled the plane into subspace, which is why it appeared in a suspended state.
He snapped his fingers.
Only to see the stagnant jet pass through an invisible ripple, and everything around became vivid again.
The crew members, coming out of their wooden state, resumed their actions, completely unaware of what had happened earlier.
The few hours of disappearance seemed like a moment of distraction, almost like a trance, to them.
But the lost time couldn’t be faked.
To avoid trouble, Brian simply applied psychological suggestions to the entire crew, causing them to subconsciously ignore the peculiar sensations in between, then dragged the entire plane through the Spirit Realm, arriving at the normal point where the plane should be.
Even the flight records of the plane were altered by Brian’s order to Intelligent Brain Night.
After a bout of busyness.
Brian returned to his seat, complaining inwardly: "What a hassle. If it weren’t for my different status now, plus representing the Federation on a diplomatic mission to Japan, it’d be more comfortable to fly myself.."
He stayed in front of Susan, bored, playing with a transparent scalpel.
This was the old talent he extracted from his ideological identity: the soul scalpel.
The knife was ever-changing, presenting a faintly milky transparent color, the kind that lets light through but still shows the shape.
If the B6 team colleagues saw it, they would find the form of the scalpel identical to the autopsy scalpel Brian commonly used.
As an autopsy officer true to his original intention.
Brian intended to wait until they arrived in Japan to use this scalpel to perform an autopsy on Orochi Rashid, studying the results of this experiment.
In a newly constructed palace.
Rashid had just finished today’s meal, enjoying a massage from hundreds of beauties in sheer garments.
In fact, these little things in its eyes, not to mention hands, would find it hard to make it feel any massage pleasure even with a power drill.
The reason for arranging this way is somewhat like eunuchs liking to wear fake beards, what’s lacking is desired, bringing it a bit of mental satisfaction.
These fresh girls selected nationwide from Japan were also its little snacks.
Indeed, these shorties from Japan excel as servants.
To please it, to feed it cleanly and comfortably, these girls wouldn’t even be allowed to eat, surviving on drips every day..
As for the girls’ health?
In at most a week, hundreds of girls would be replaced with a new batch.
This didn’t even need consideration.
The remnants of humanity on Rashid were becoming less and less.
As Rashid finished eating and drinking, about to fall asleep, a little person in priest attire walked in respectfully from outside, kneeling down, and said respectfully: "Great Orochi, the Prime Minister has asked me to tell you that the United States’ envoy has arrived. Do you want him brought to see you?"
Rashid was not interested at all.
It casually waved a pig-head tentacle on its chest, mumbling: "Got it, you handle it yourselves!"
Those little people wanted to leverage it to resist the United States’ continuous exploitation and oppression, and it needed them to provide more food and even later assist in cultivating boars suitable for breeding, for the subsequent exploitation of the Multiple Children, Multiple Blessings System.
The relationship was merely mutually beneficial.
Hearing this, the priest, who understood the reason, was also unsurprised.
Speaking up was merely to show respect.
He responded in a low voice, didn’t even get up, and retreated while kneeling. Thɪs chapter is updated by n0velfire.net
Being thus interrupted.
A tentacle of Rashid swung up a girl and swallowed her into the mouth at the tip, chewing heartily.
The other girls looked on numbly.
They had been tortured and brainwashed before being sent over, long past the notion of resistance, resembling beautiful porcelain dolls devoid of souls.
Listening to the chewing of flesh and blood, the priest not only did not fear but held great admiration and respect for the man-eating monster before him.
Because the monster before him was the backbone for Japan to stand tall again!
Just time, Japan’s probing against the sovereign country, the United States.
The United States needed to save face and status.
Japan needed substantial benefit.
Neither side really wanted a duel to the death.
The previous signals just conveyed to the other side that there was also a Third Rank Life here, so the previous exploitative tone was time for a new discussion.
This was also the tune of global interest redistribution after gaining Third Rank Life.