After being fired from the diamond squid, I became a sea patrol ranger.

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"I advise you not to play the ghost story!"

There was no response on the other end of the phone, only a deathly silence.

Akash swallowed hard.

Akash, son of Lord Deathfire.

[He had 1.1 billion in credit points, but not a single penny was in his own name. Instead, the money was anonymously transferred to the accounts of various entertainment companies.]

On the other end of the phone, Spa suddenly spoke, and Akash's already complicated expression became as bright as a neon light.

How could that guy know this kind of information? Even the Grand Duke of Netherfire might not know about this.

Akash grew increasingly alarmed and panicked, yet the incessant chatter on the other end of the phone showed no sign of stopping.

Akash led the Annihilation Clan to destroy thousands of planets, and each time, he would play stirring melodies on his cello.

Akash used to enjoy playing jazz or symphonic music, but in recent years he has switched to playing rock music.

As for the reason... he seems to be obsessed with a rock singer. And that singer has a slightly husky, androgynous voice, and a mole under his right eye! So here's the question...

Spah's voice suddenly stopped on the other end of the phone.

Akash swallowed hard, his right hand gripping the phone, trembling slightly. He turned his head, his gaze falling on the chair in front of him.

Spa, sitting in the chair, didn't make any strange movements.

Is the person strapped to the chair Spa... or does he also have a mole under his right eye?

After the phone went dead, the sound stopped abruptly, leaving only a series of busy signals echoing in my ears.

Akash didn't put down his phone; instead, he gripped the screen tightly, his eyes darting around, and took a step forward.

He didn't want to pay attention to the phone's provocation, so he just fired a fireball, turning the person behind the sack into charred remains.

However, upon further reflection, he realized that the voice from the sack earlier sounded more and more like the singer from his memory.

Akash's heart clenched instantly. Fearing he might accidentally hurt his idol, he quickly ran to the chair and opened the sack.

Behind the sack, a fair face was revealed, with naturally curly black hair. What was most striking was a beauty mark under his right eye, exactly as described in the phone call.

"Finally, we meet. Grandpa, my name is Spa. After quitting my job, I worked as a rock singer for a while, and I even had the honor of collaborating with Robin..."

Spah curled his lips into a smile, revealing his white teeth. Before Akash could react, he reached out his right hand and grabbed Akash's wrist.

Akash struggled repeatedly, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free of his restraints.

"Don't move, it'll be hard to catch you..."

Spah yawned, his left fingers flicking and tapping on the purple panel. Soon, a gun appeared in his palm.

He slightly turned the muzzle of his gun, aiming it at Akash's chest.

"This technology... Ether editing? I just didn't expect you to have been to Punk Lord..."

Akash paused for a moment, then seemed to understand something, letting out a long sigh: "No wonder you were able to hack into my phone even when you were tied up, and even simulate voice codes..."

"Once you embark on your hunting journey, you will inevitably travel to the stars and the sea."

Spa yawned and gave a brief reply.

He was not one to talk much and was afraid that things might get complicated if he didn't speak, so he stopped talking, moved his finger quickly, and lightly touched the trigger.

The power of destiny surged into the gun like a tidal wave, and in an instant, a chilling aura emanated from its body, directly approaching Akash.

Akash was suddenly shocked.

He discovered that Spas's aura seemed to be even stronger than that of his father, Grand Duke of the Underworld.

Is this... the legendary debt collector, Spa?

Akash shook his head. Faced with death, he didn't struggle; instead, he straightened his chest and curled his lips into a smile.

A ray of golden light pierced his chest, and the raging blue flames instantly vanished.

Spare holstered his pistol and looked at the empty ground, where only Akash's head remained, spinning and turning.

If I hadn't deliberately controlled my strength... I probably wouldn't have even been able to save your head.

Spah shook his head, stretched out his hand, and conjured a transparent box out of thin air, placing Akash's head inside.

While he was busy, he realized that it was quiet around him. He turned his head and found that there was no one around.

The once numerous and powerful members of the Annihilation Gang had scattered like birds and beasts after their leader's death, leaving only garbage scattered everywhere.

The unfinished Sorida, the unopened Interstellar Burger, and the Fairy Boat Soy Milk... Spa's stomach rumbled as he saw all these things.

"It would be such a waste not to eat delicious food..."

Even though he had just finished fighting, Spah had a good appetite. He licked his lips, grabbed a hamburger, and started eating.

Only five minutes had passed, and Spa had eaten more than a dozen hamburgers, but he was completely unaffected. He drank a couple of sips of Solomon's Salt and continued eating.

However, he didn't just eat.

Spas looked at Akash's head and, recalling his defiant acceptance of death, couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow.

But then he thought about it again, recalling the despicable things the other person had done, and any remaining respect he had for them vanished. He then started calculating the money:

With the 5 billion credits bounty, I reckon I can go to Pinocchio and live it up for at least half a year.

Spah grinned and felt a cool breeze blowing in from outside the warehouse.

It was just a few wisps of breeze, yet they unknowingly blew away the heat brought on by the fierce battle, making him feel incredibly comfortable.

Before long, the breeze stopped, and Spa finished his hamburger. The smile on his face faded without him realizing it, and his brows gradually furrowed.

He knew he hadn't come to this warehouse to kill Akash.

Akash said it, didn't he... that fool!

Spa pursed his lips, his feet lightly stomping on the ground, making a soft rustling sound. It was pitch black all around, and the air seemed to freeze.

He squinted, paused for two seconds, and then opened his eyes again. In an instant, the scene before him underwent a complete transformation.

It was the same warehouse, with the same dirty, dusty floor, but strangely, the room was brightly lit, and time seemed to have turned from night into day.

Replay the past!

This is an ability he has derived from his destiny of memory, which allows him to rewind to the past and play back the memories based on the remaining memory material in the current location.

Spall named his ability "Melancholy Blues," after the anime JoJo's Bizarre Adventure from before he traveled through time, which can be seen as his nostalgia for the past.

Spall gazed at the scene inside the warehouse and saw the Annihilation Gang gathered together, with Akash also resurrected and standing in the center of the group.

Kosper didn't care about any of that. He took a deep breath, shifted his gaze, and caught sight of a tall man standing opposite Akash.

The man was wearing a white suit, and his hair was as white as snow, but strangely, he was wearing a mask on his face.

The mask's lips are a wide smile, but the corners of its eyes are carved with tear shapes, making it impossible to tell whether it's crying or laughing.

Spall could only see that the other party was elegant in demeanor, like a white lotus flower among the rude members of the Annihilation Gang.

However, Spah knew very well that it was all an illusion, and that the Fool, with his triple destiny of destruction, pleasure, and wisdom, was far more evil and dangerous than anyone else present.

I quit my job and joined the Ocean Ranger to travel to various planets just to deal with you!

That day!

All the company employees who died will have to pay with their lives!

Spall muttered to himself, his calm expression vanishing, his eyebrows furrowing and a cold smile appearing on his lips.

He caught a glimpse of the Fool shaking hands with Akash, then dusted himself off, turned and left. As he reached the door, he took out his phone.

Spah noticed that the phone screen was frozen on the "To Do" function, where future action plans were written intermittently.

Upon seeing this, Spah instinctively clenched his fist.

As long as I see his schedule, I can intercept him on his route!

Thinking of this, Spah moved closer to the Fool.

However, when he caught a glimpse of the other person's phone, his emotions instantly collapsed.

Spall discovered that although the Fool was looking at his phone, no matter how Spall changed his position, he couldn't see the content on the screen.

There's no complicated reason.

The only problem is that [Melancholy Blues] can only play back events from the past, but it doesn't allow you to interact with the recreated scenes.

The fool deliberately obscured the text on his phone, so no matter how hard Spa tried, he couldn't see his schedule.

All he could learn was that the Fool had made some arrangements three days later.

Good grief... Are you kidding me?

In an instant, Spall recalled the fool's smug and arrogant expression after he had tricked him, and his fist clenched involuntarily, his nails digging into his flesh and drawing drops of blood.

Fortunately, Spah had been in the universe for so many years that he quickly adjusted his emotions, his eyes darting around.

If only there were something... that could manipulate things from the past.

Ah! I remember now! Black Tower Space Station!

There's a strange object on the space station that can solve the problem.

Thinking of this, Spah's eyes lit up, but instead of contacting Estád, he stretched out his hand and pointed it at the void in front of him.

Chapter 3 Poetry and the Ten People with Heart of Stone

The wind whistled in my ears.

A black spot appeared in the once complete world, spreading rapidly from the Fool's cheek as its center.

In just two seconds, the black spot transformed into a three-meter-wide black hole, hovering in mid-air above the warehouse, spinning continuously and releasing terrifying suction.

The scene twisted and convulsed like a pool of water tossed with a heavy stone. Countless memories converged towards the black hole, transforming into cones of light that fell into Spa's palm.

"call……"

Spah caught the light cone and looked at the Fool's face on the screen. Even though he knew it was just a projection of memory, he still felt a sense of disgust, as if he had touched something dirty and wanted to throw it away.

Fortunately, Spah remained rational, overcame his impulse, activated the Ether Editing, and inserted the light cone into the Ether space.

Now... I've preserved the memory. All I need to do next is borrow the artifact from Estádio.

Speaking of which, does Estádio want to talk to me about something?

Spall pondered for a moment, then slipped his hand into his pocket and reached for his phone.

"what?"

He suddenly realized that his phone was no longer in his pocket. After a moment's thought, he remembered that his phone had been crushed by the Annihilation Gang not long ago.

Damn it... what's going on here?!

Spare put his hand to his forehead, shook his head, but he wasn't troubled at all. Instead, he yawned, swayed, and walked to where he had stepped on the broken phone.

He didn't exert much effort; with just a slight beckoning of his hand, the wreckage of the phone on the ground began to coalesce, transforming into a complete phone model, which then flew back into his hand.

Spa gently wiped the dust off the device, swiped the screen, and saw Astara's chat interface, where a series of messages popped up:

[Spargo, Spago... It's urgent! It's really urgent! Please come to the space station quickly!]

[There's no one left to help in the space station...]

[Spago, please! I'll do anything if you come here. ( )]

【…】

The messages came in one after another, filling several pages of screens.

However, Spah didn't continue reading. He curled the corner of his mouth, replied briefly, and put his phone back in his pocket.

It can do everything... so can I just ask for three Star Destroyers? Hehe.

Forget it, Grandpa, my savings were all squandered in that incident, so I can't afford the fuel...

Let's get down to business!

Spall shook his head, no longer wanting to take advantage of the situation. He grabbed Akash's head, put it into the ethereal space, and strode out of the warehouse. On the way, he took out his Walkman and plugged in the earphones.

The Walkman had an old-fashioned design, and its surface was even covered in rust, which was quite unusual in the technologically advanced Star Iron Universe.

What's even stranger is that the word "Sony" is written on the surface of the Walkman, clearly indicating that it's an object from Earth.

Spah reached out and lightly brushed his hand across the Walkman. The headphones blared with the signature song of the band Sexy Pistols.