I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 316 - 314 Scared

Chapter 316: Chapter 314 Scared

Evening.

In the official residence of the President of the Prussia Will Democratic Republic, Beining Palace.

At this moment, a secret celebration banquet was being held in the banquet hall.

In the afternoon, Leona had sent someone to deliver a tailor-made suit to Wei Tianyang and brought along a bunch of stylists, spending more than two hours just on bathing and makeup.

Wei Tianyang left Baphomet in the guest room and took the dedicated shuttle alone to Beining Palace. Under the night sky, the path’s lawn lights on both sides shimmered like a starry boulevard, while the black-clad secret agents were all on full alert.

Press officers and diplomats headed the escort, followed by the capital’s mayor and the defense minister.

Wei Tianyang didn’t remember their names; they were unimportant.

The walk to the banquet hall felt like a dream; the mere few hundred meters triggered many memories, and suddenly, he thought of Li Fei from Chicken Snake Country.

Back then, he thought he had touched the center of power, but compared to now, Li Fei seemed insignificant.

As he entered the banquet hall, the first person he saw was President Leona, dressed in a purple evening gown, looking splendid. There weren’t many people in the banquet hall—only about thirty men and women.

The interior lights were deliberately dimmed, creating an intentional atmosphere where Leona appeared like a ripe, juicy peach, her neckline and collarbones enticingly soft, and her entire back exposed through the dress that hung from a slender strap around her neck, invoking desire.

But he had no thoughts about Leona; this woman had knelt in front of him that morning, wishing to make him the dictator of this planet in the name of a deity.

That’s indeed what she was thinking, and because of this, Wei Tianyang found her very dangerous.

Villains follow a villain’s logic; madmen have none.

Exquisite dishes that Wei Tianyang had never seen before from Prussia were laid out on the banquet table, while the other guests looked at him, smiling and applauding.

Wei Tianyang scanned the room and didn’t see Straus.

"Wei Tianyang, considering your messianic performance in Gerlitz, we’ve decided to award you with the Prussian Hero Medal," Leona said with a smile.

She stood in front of the long table and took a dark little box from an adjutant, snapping it open to reveal a shiny round medal inside.

Wei Tianyang looked across the table, stunned by the unexpected turn of events, motionless.

The group of people continued to smile, their thoughts flooding towards him like a deluge.

"What is he thinking? How adorable."

"Who will he choose later?"

"We’re about to become the first believers!"

"This is the true face of the True God! I’m so honored to see it!"

"Let’s end this political game; I can’t wait."

...

Wei Tianyang reached out his right hand to accept it, but as his rough, black hand stretched out, Leona suddenly grasped his wrist.

She smiled, bowed her head, and gently kissed the back of Wei Tianyang’s hand.

Wei Tianyang was puzzled, unclear whether this was intentional on Leona’s part or a customary practice in Prussia.

"They fell from the sky, yet you walk this earth. How fortunate and blissful we are to have you," Leona said with a laugh.

After speaking, she stuffed the medal in Wei Tianyang’s hand and smiled.

Wei Tianyang immediately retracted his hand, pocketing the small box, feeling a suffocating discomfort in his chest.

"Let’s start the banquet like this, today we’ll skip the formalities and just celebrate the victory and blessings granted by Wei Tianyang," Leona announced.

Wei Tianyang hurriedly said, "I am not a god."

But the music started playing, growing louder and louder, and the surrounding people sincerely applauded and congratulated, shaking his hand.

He kept saying, "I am not a god!" but even he couldn’t hear his own voice. He thought he must be terrified, yet from the reflection in the silver platter, he saw his own sinister smiling face.

Then, he involuntarily lifted his red wine glass high towards the crystal chandelier, laughing loudly, "I am not a god!"

"Long live!" everyone around also raised their glasses, laughing.

Then, everyone drank up.

He touched his own face, the corners of his mouth stretched wide, laughing excessively as if the most genuine thoughts from the depths of his heart were finally being expressed.

But for some reason, an almost collapsing emotion was spreading within him.

These guests were all of significant standing, and Leona leaned close to him, draping an arm over his shoulder, sipping drinks while introducing them. "This one’s a minister; that one’s a minister; they’re all fucking ministers."

By the time he realized, he had already blown through two bottles of whiskey.

"Where’s Straus? He acted very composed on the scene, a good soldier," he slurred, leaning on the couch, bottle in hand, asking.

"Who’s Straus? Is he big enough?" Leona, lying across Wei Tianyang’s lap, said with a lewd smile.

"It was the guy commanding the retreat. I think he must’ve been pretty smashed too," Wei Tianyang said with a laugh.

"I don’t know, I don’t know, hahaha, I don’t know," Leona laughed sharply.

At that moment, some minister, stumbling over, fell to his knees behind Leona. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, stuck out his tongue, and licked her smooth back, then buried his face in her long hair, sucking in deeply.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Wei Tianyang laughed.

"Don’t get angry," Leona laughed.

As she spoke, she reached to undo Wei Tianyang’s belt, while the minister behind her lifted up her skirt.

Wei Tianyang felt a vibration in his pocket; he pulled out his phone and saw the caller ID—it was Spencer.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Wei Tianyang answered the call.

"You... you’re Wei?" Spencer was taken aback.

"Who the fuck else would it be?" Wei Tianyang said.

"You sound drunk... Listen, someone might be setting you up. You should be careful these days. It’s something about a Jiao Qiangni..." Spencer said.

Wei Tianyang’s hand shook, and the phone dropped. Looking down, he saw Leona had unbuckled his belt and was reaching down, while the minister was already kneeling on the ground.

"Fuck, hold on," Wei Tianyang said.

He bent down to pick up the phone, heard Leona yelp, saw her sprawl on the couch, and got pushed out. He fell flat on the ground face-forward, picked up the phone again, and heard Spencer rambling on.

Leona was shouting madly behind him, followed by a long, high-pitched laugh.

He hung up the phone, turned sideways, saw a bottle of booze, and took another swig.

"Hey~ my dear... why are you lying on the floor?" A black woman, half-dressed, crawled out from under the table, exposing only half of her body.

"You’re not different," Wei Tianyang said.

"Praise the ’True God’—to have your dark yin is our..." The black woman hadn’t finished speaking when something under the table dragged her back in, and the tablecloth fell shut, with thoughtful murmurs coming from beneath.

At that moment, Wei Tianyang saw a Black Mountain Goat standing at the entrance of the banquet hall.

"Baa baa?" he called.

The goat looked at him but made no sound.

"Baa baa?" He called a few more times.

The phone vibrated again, and the screen’s light was somewhat dazzling.

He glanced at the caller ID and sobered up quite a bit.

It was Zhao Ling.

"Your body is a mess now, totally unlike usual. I don’t understand," Baphomet conveyed telepathically.

Wei Tianyang was also confused. He answered the call, and Zhao Ling’s voice was sharp and stern, "Yang! Have you seen the news?!"

News?

Wei Tianyang searched the ground for the remote control.

That’s not right.

Where am I?

What am I doing?

Zhao Ling, seeing him silent, sent a video call invitation.

He accepted and saw her piercing eyes through the screen. She was not wearing makeup but still looked beautiful and stern, and her expression showed more concern than anger.

"What are you doing? Are you still in Prussia? I heard from Helena Mina that the mission is over," she said.

"I..." Wei Tianyang was startled, turned to look at the party scene—everyone was playing on the floor, the tables, the sofas.

Damn...

He looked down at himself, his belt already undone.

He instantly snapped back to reality.

"Zhao Ling... I... I’m drunk!" Wei Tianyang realized.

"Quickly check the news... Now the whole world knows you can stop nuclear bombs!" Zhao Ling exclaimed angrily.

Wei Tianyang pulled up his pants, stumbled back into objective reality, and, together with Baphomet, quickly fled the scene.

They stopped by a lakeside, after which Wei Tianyang opened a news app on his phone, only to see several pages of exposés on the Libitelli nuclear incident, including his photos.

"Who did this?!"