Chapter 025: Online Protest

Wang Bo hadn't forgotten that he still had a power—the Prison of Death's Servants. It allowed him to turn enemies he killed into his puppets to fight for him.

To be honest, Wang Bo rarely used this power.

Because it was too evil. The souls of the dead were imprisoned by him, forced to obey his commands—truly the epitome of wickedness.

So Wang Bo almost never used this skill.

Only those who were both powerful and evil were worthy of Wang Bo's skill.

The Golden Man was one of them. Without a word, he had killed Wang Bo once. If Wang Bo hadn't possessed the ability to revive, he would have been long dead.

So facing such an enemy, Wang Bo used the skill without hesitation, turning him into his puppet.

His suit of armor also became Wang Bo's trophy.

The other parts of the armor were still intact, except for a hole in the breastplate—Wang Bo had blasted it open with Gungnir.

So for now, the breastplate was unusable. Wang Bo planned to take it back to the Central Continent and give it to the dwarves, to see if they could repair it.

But Wang Bo didn't hold much hope for that.

Because the breastplate was a divine artifact, forged by the gods. Though the dwarves' craftsmanship was good, it wasn't strong enough to repair a divine artifact.

But the problem was, Wang Bo had no one else besides the dwarves.

So Wang Bo could only give it to the dwarves and let them try.

Even if they couldn't repair it, they could study the gods' craftsmanship and perhaps reverse-engineer something useful to improve their own skills.

Afterward, Wang Bo took the scepter in hand and inspected the pyramid.

He was surprised to find that the humans who had been working in the Empire State Building had been moved to various rooms inside the pyramid.

Some had died, but most were still alive.

Wang Bo shook the scepter, expelled all outsiders from the pyramid, and then controlled the pyramid to slowly rise into the air.

Yes, as a massive divine artifact, flight was merely a basic function.

In fact, the pyramid had many more functions yet to be revealed, both internally and externally.

For example, it could absorb solar energy to charge and then fire a light cannon. One shot would be no less powerful than a nuclear bomb, easily destroying a city.

Without such abilities, it wouldn't deserve to be called a divine artifact.

In truth, this thing was a spaceship used by the gods. Not only was it incredibly powerful, but it could also fly at light speed, crossing the universe. From Earth to the Moon took very little time.

Now this divine artifact had fallen into Wang Bo's hands. If he modified it and added a few space-warp engines, it could be used as a spaceship.

This time, Wang Bo had struck gold.

Wang Bo controlled the pyramid, slowly flying high into the sky, passing through the atmosphere, and heading toward the sun.

The closer to the sun, the faster the pyramid charged.

Finally, Wang Bo parked the pyramid near Mercury, letting it orbit the planet, absorbing and storing solar energy.

He then opened a portal and returned from the pyramid to his mansion on Earth.

By now, the internet on Earth had exploded.

The pyramid's appearance couldn't be hidden from the media, especially its departure, which had been seen by all of New York. Major media outlets had begun denouncing Wang Bo.

They believed the pyramid's departure was inseparable from the Superman who had appeared a few days earlier.

It was very likely Superman's doing.

Many thought that since the pyramid appeared in New York, it belonged to New York—sacred and inviolable property. But Superman had taken it away without anyone's consent.

This was a provocation to New York and the entire country.

Many people protested online, calling it robbery.

"You should be ashamed of yourself."

"You must return the pyramid."

"You're not a superhero; you're just a despicable thief."

Seeing this, Wang Bo couldn't help but laugh. They were just a bunch of ignorant wretches. Wang Bo knew well that if the pyramid remained in New York, given this country's penchant for self-destruction, people would inevitably delve into it and disturb the Golden Man's slumber.

Once or twice, the Golden Man might not care much and would simply grant them death.

But if disturbed too often, the Golden Man would grow angry, control the pyramid to fly high, and fire a light cannon at New York. Then the entire city, with tens of millions of people, would be annihilated in an instant.

Though this was just Wang Bo's speculation, the probability of it happening was well over fifty percent.

As an old saying goes,

"One's bed is no place for another to sleep soundly—unless they're a couple."

Ahem... In short, no matter which country such a strange object as the pyramid appeared in, people would risk entering it to uncover its secrets.

It was human nature.

Disturbing the Golden Man's slumber was only a matter of time, as was angering him.

So Wang Bo just smiled at the online comments and couldn't be bothered to respond.

No matter how much they protested, Wang Bo didn't care.

Wang Bo wasn't from this world. Once he finished dealing with matters here, he would leave. Even if they protested until they died, he wouldn't see it.

Gwen, however, saw the news online and rushed over, dropping everything.

She was afraid the online comments would anger Wang Bo.

"You're overthinking it," Wang Bo said, pouring Gwen a cup of coffee, placing it on the table, and pushing it toward her. "I don't care what they say. It's not like I've lost any skin."

Gwen let out a breath and said with slight self-mockery, "Looks like I worried for nothing."

Wang Bo said happily, "I'm glad you care about me. Really."

Having a friend like Gwen was a stroke of luck.

"But how are things on your end? Any problems?"

"Of course not," Gwen said, taking a sip of coffee. "Don't underestimate me. I've already gathered a lot of information on Kingpin. I'm just one step away from sending him to prison. I believe soon, prison will be his new home—for life."

Wang Bo let out a wow and said, "Then let me wish you success."

"Thanks for the good wishes!"