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The Melt Stick

Finally, the opportunity to approach Grandmaster, Forseti thought to himself, hoping to gain the upper hand soon...

Days passed quickly, and before he knew it, it was Grandmaster's birthday. Forseti accompanied Carlo to Grandmaster's residence.

"Mr. Carlo, how old is Grandmaster?" Rowe asked as they sat aboard the spaceship.

"That's not important. What matters is the party—it's quite the event, you know? Grandmaster has a long lifespan. By external standards, he's tens of millions of years old. Even by Saka Star's time reckoning, his age is hard to pin down—he can't even remember it himself," Carlo explained.

Rowe nodded. "So, time on Saka Star seems to flow differently compared to the outside world?"

Carlo elaborated, "On average, yes. Time on Saka Star fluctuates drastically—sometimes faster, sometimes slower."

"For the current time flow?" Rowe inquired.

"No one knows exact measurements, but recently, time has been especially erratic. It was fast initially, but now it's slowed significantly," Carlo replied.

"How do they measure time difference between inside and outside Saka Star? Can anyone freely enter and leave?" Rowe asked further.

"Absolutely not. The easiest gauge is that," Carlo gestured out the window.

Rowe followed his gaze, seeing the largest wormhole in the sky.

While the wormholes around Saka Star were numerous, most were small. This particular one, however, was unusually large, dominating the sky and emitting a halo of flames.

At this moment, the massive wormhole disgorged garbage in a torrent—colorful, large, and small items raining down as if in a storm.

Carlo stated, "That's the Devil's Anus, Saka Star's largest wormhole. It's not a joke; it's officially named by Grandmaster himself."

Rowe was taken aback. Grandmaster's taste seemed quite crude.

Carlo continued, "When the Devil spews out a lot of garbage, it indicates that time on Saka Star is slower than the outside. A day on Saka Star might equal a year outside, with a year's worth of garbage pouring out in a single day."

"If that's the case,what if I go and find Thanos have snapped his fingers upon returning to Asgard, considering Saka Star's time flow?" Rowe pondered

The spaceship soon reached their destination, and Rowe followed Carlo to Grandmaster's residence.

"You're here, my good brother," Grandmaster greeted Carlo with a smile, flanked by a stout middle-aged woman and several guards.

"Happy birthday, cousin," Carlo presented a golden gift box with a grin. The two exchanged pleasantries like old friends, visibly closer than kin.

"Who's this?" Grandmaster pointed to Rowe.

Carlo introduced, "My friend, Anduin, a formidable priest of the Holy Light."

"Hello, Anduin. You're Carlo's friend, and thus mine as well," Grandmaster shook hands warmly with Rowe.

Rowe returned the gesture with a smile.

Inside, the room buzzed with guests singing and dancing, creating a lively atmosphere.

After a while, Grandmaster took the stage personally, spinning discs and playing music, elevating the party's energy.

However, at the peak of the festivity, a loud screech erupted from the speakers, causing many guests to cover their ears.

"What's happening?"

"The sound system's malfunctioning!"

Grandmaster's mood soured instantly. He glared at one of the attendants, "You installed these speakers, didn't you? It's only been two months."

The attendant paled, kneeling hurriedly. "I-I swear, it's just an accident!"

"It's a shame. I thought this would be a flawless birthday celebration," Grandmaster sighed, then smiled at the stout woman beside him, "Topaz, take care of it."

Despite Topaz being a woman, she was robust and imposing, her expression fierce. As she stepped forward with a scepter topped by a golden sphere—seemingly ordinary but clearly significant—the trembling attendant pleaded, "Please..."

"Don't worry. The scepter will make quick work of it," Topaz assured, tapping the melting scepter against the attendant.

"Ahhh-"

The attendant screamed as blue sparks erupted from his body. After a few agonizing cries, he dissolved into a pool of blue sludge.

"Guards, clean up the mess," Grandmaster waved casually, then resumed his cheerful demeanor, "Everyone, carry on. It's my birthday; let's enjoy ourselves!"

Once the blue sludge was cleared, the atmosphere gradually recovered, becoming even more festive.

Many guests appeared eager for something, especially the male attendees.

"The most exciting part is about to begin. I'm sure you've been anticipating it," Grandmaster announced with a clap.

Before he could finish, several teams of maids entered, each one beautiful and distinctive—bold, demure, and everything in between.

Most male guests' eyes lit up with anticipation.

Carlo clapped Rowe on the shoulder, "See? I told you it's the best party. Isn't it marvelous, Anduin?"

Rowe sweated nervously.

At this time, many people have already started to act, so the scene is gradually chaotic and indescribable.

"Come on, pick one that you think is beautiful," Carlo said.

"This... I'm face-blind." Forseti naturally didn't want to participate in such lewd activities.

"Face blind?" Carlo was a little surprised, but soon, he was busy impaling the alien harlot and didn't have time to pay attention to Forseti.

With everyone engrossed in their own pursuits, Grandmaster noticed Rowe and asked with a smile, "Why aren't you joining in?"