I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal
Chapter 497 - 308: Chen Yun Solo Kills Optimus Prime_2

Chapter 497: Chapter 308: Chen Yun Solo Kills Optimus Prime_2

Surely,

this was a typical racist.

Of course, a more restrained one who wasn’t as extreme as some racists, merely venting his dissatisfaction in his heart.

Chen Yun naturally noticed him immediately.

After all, the ability of Emotion Perception wasn’t just for show.

Yet for the faint malice exuded by such an ant, he had no interest in even giving it an additional glance.

Had it been strong malice targeted at Chen Yun himself,

the man would be dead by now, and Chen Yun wouldn’t have said much.

But as it was merely a stealthy ill will towards some group Chen Yun belonged to,

Chen Yun didn’t even want to look at him any further.

It would seem somewhat beneath him to specifically target such an individual.

He focused more of his attention on the bar itself.

Looking around, one could see that the decorations were simple.

Old photos and trophies were hung on the walls, showing the town’s history and traditions. A row of liquor bottles, each with different labels, adorned the area behind the counter.

The air was filled with the mixed scents of beer, tobacco, and wood.

Chen Yun took Bai jin to an empty seat and ordered a local vodka.

The bar owner was a middle-aged man with a thick beard, wearing a heavy sweater.

He wasn’t any kind of racist.

In fact, because of sanctions from Lighthouse Country and support from the light industry of Hua Country, among many factors, he even had a certain fondness for this Asian person in front of him.

Of course,

that assuming he was from Hua Country.

If he was from Japan, then might as well go dig potatoes in the nearby frozen ground.

Thinking thus, the vodka-ready bar owner greeted him warmly in Russian, "Здравствуйте, молодой человек! (Hello, young man!)"

And then pointing at Bai jin, he said, "Это ваша собака? (Is this your dog?)"

Chen Yun responded simply in Russian, which he had learned, "Да, это моя собака. Здравствуйте! (Yes, this is my dog. Hello!)"

There was no need to ask when Chen Yun had learned Russian.

If asked, he could only tell you it was just now.

A two-kilometer radius of spiritual power coverage allowed him to know everything that happened within that range.

And on his way here, he heard too many conversations among townspeople.

Such sufficient textual volume, combined with the actual scenes of daily life, was enough for Chen Yun’s evolved brain to quickly deduce some basic Russian.

Therefore,

In just the short few minutes it took to walk here,

Chen Yun had essentially reached a basic level of Russian.

This might be unimaginable to others.

But for Chen Yun, it was just basic operation, really.

In fact,

Chen Yun had even improved his Russian in the short moment since he sat down.

The owner laughed and then continued to ask, "Where are you from?"

Chen Yun answered, "Hua Country."

"That’s quite far. What brought you to our little town?"

The owner curiously struck up a conversation.

Perhaps it was the innate sociability of people from high-latitude regions; this owner was as friendly as the Northeastern big brothers Chen Yun had in mind.

After pondering for a moment, Chen Yun explained, "Just traveling around and exploring."

The answer was acceptable.

Nobody probed further.

Asking too deeply into someone’s affairs always felt a bit like interrogating a criminal.

Compared to asking questions,

The hearty fellows here preferred to drink instead.

People in the bar began to gather around, curiously looking at Chen Yun and his dog.

One of the burly men in a leather jacket raised his glass and loudly said, "Давайте выпьем за новых друзей! (Let’s drink to new friends!)"

This was the natural warmth and hospitality of the Slavs.

Everyone responded in kind, and Chen Yun raised his glass to join in the toast.

Bai jin sat quietly at Chen Yun’s feet, curiously observing everything around.

As Chen Yun chatted with the people in the bar, he learned that they were indeed mostly lumberjacks and truck drivers, responsible for transporting wood from the surrounding forests to cities farther away.

They talked about the weather, work, and family, sharing their stories with each other.

Slavs, perhaps, were naturally boastful.

The conversation grew more and more exaggerated.

Chen Yun joined in, laughing, claiming he had been to the Moon and describing the scene so vividly it was as if he really had been there.

To everyone, this naturally seemed like a blatant lie, but they couldn’t help but commend Chen Yun for his impressive storytelling skills.

Among them,

Ivan showed disdain for Chen Yun’s excited talk about the Moon, biting into his food with increased force and vigor.

Although no sound was made,

the dismissive expression, along with the negative emotions almost spilling out, made Chen Yun take a deep look at the guy while he chatted away.

However, the rest of them were exceptionally excited in their conversations,

markedly more so with the aid of alcohol.

As time passed, the atmosphere in the bar became even more relaxed and cheerful.

Chen Yun and Bai jin spent an unforgettable dinner time there.

Everyone was having a great time.

The only two downsides were, perhaps, the lack of snake meat at such a high latitude.

Chen Yun didn’t really care about the food and drinks; he was just happy to be chatting.

The second downside might have been a silent fly that kept lingering nearby,

enough to make one feel a touch of disgust.

The gods do not quarrel with the ants, but that doesn’t mean the ants can do as they please.

In the deep of night,

Chen Yun left the bar with Bai jin.

The night in the small town was exceptionally quiet, only disturbed by distant dog barks, to which Bai jin couldn’t help but respond with a few barks of his own.

This chance encounter gave Chen Yun a deeper understanding of life in Siberia.

He realized that no matter where one is, people can always find common ground.

Of course,

there are always some rather annoying beings.

Some people are simply irritating, but not utterly despicable.

In Chen Yun’s view of the world and thinking,

such people need a bit of chastisement.

Thinking back on Ivan at the bar earlier, Chen Yun paused briefly as he passed a certain truck.

Then he immediately continued forward without hesitation, towards the barren outskirts of the town.

He seemed not to care, as though he had done nothing.

But in the next moment,

all the surrounding cameras were damaged.

An invisible presence enveloped the scene, not letting even a sound escape.

Meanwhile, behind Chen Yun,

a truck resembling Optimus Prime suddenly seemed to be lifted by an unknown force.

Slightly off the ground,

it appeared distorted by a tremendous strength, instantly becoming a tangled mess.

In the quiet snowy night,

it had a somewhat spine-chilling effect.

More terrifying was,

such a scene with so much action made no sound at all, and anyone who saw it would have thought it was a mime performance.

In fact, this was no staged mime.

It was something that truly happened in reality.

The many logs loaded onto the truck now seemed like arrows able to fly by themselves, shooting towards the twisted mass of metal in the air.

The tips of these logs were not sharp,

but under the push of great force, they instantly became arrows.

With the powerful kinetic energy, the logs and the truck should have burst apart, but Chen Yun’s Spiritual Position played a minor role in this.

The end result was,

the logs penetrated the Optimus Prime-like truck with numerous through-and-through wounds.

It was as if a lump of meat had been skewered with over a dozen sticks.

The truck became riddled with holes in an instant,

with no possibility of repair.

Or more precisely,

even if it were truly repaired at this moment, it would definitely mean that most of the parts were replaced, making it no different from a new truck.

And the cost of such repairs would be better spent on buying a new one.

Furthermore, after penetrating the truck, the logs were also embedded in the ground, propping up the truck like a set of supports.

People who bury discrimination in their hearts belong to that group which does not need punishment, for they restrain their negative emotions well enough.

However, since the discrimination reached Chen Yun’s head,

it’s a different matter entirely.

Chen Yun believed,

such punishment would be profoundly memorable for that slightly racist person.

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