Although the Snow Emperor didn't know what the word "bitch" meant,
judging from Liang Bing and Kesha's tone, expressions, and attitude—
Those two words were definitely an insult.
To be honest…
the Snow Emperor felt deeply wronged.
All she wanted was to negotiate peacefully.
If the Nether King didn't believe her and insisted on war, fine—but why did even the bystanders jump in and scold her too?
And weren't you just speaking up for me a moment ago?
Why did you suddenly change your stance?!
At this moment, Ron spoke calmly:
"The Nether King is sealed inside the Dark Nether Coffin. Only the Dark Nether Key can release him."
"And the Snow Emperor is sealed within the Dark Nether Black Hole. Only the Nether King can undo that seal."
"So…"
"For the two of you, this is an unsolvable deadlock."
"The only way out is through a third party."
The Nether King picked up the conversation and said flatly:
"Before I leave the Dark Nether Coffin,
I want to settle the score here—
to put an end to the duel from a hundred thousand years ago."
Hearing this, everyone who knew the Nether King's history was instantly filled with anticipation.
Deep down, they all wanted to see the Nether King beat the Snow Emperor senseless.
No helping it—
the Snow Emperor really was too hypocritical.
She wanted to preserve her own rule,
so she raised the grand banner of "love"
and shouted the slogan 'Love can create everything', a phrase designed to stir the masses.
"Why must we decide a winner?"
"Why can't we coexist peacefully?"
The Snow Emperor frowned slightly, yet her voice remained clear and resonant, filled with the lofty tone of one who claimed to save all beings.
"Why shouldn't we decide a winner?"
"And let the strong rule over all universes!"
"This—
is the law of the universe!"
"The strong rule the weak!"
The Nether King growled, murderous intent surging in his voice.
"No!"
The Snow Emperor retorted, "Love is everything! Love is the true law of the universe!"
The Nether King sneered.
"That's your law."
"Your so-called love is sympathy for the weak and cruelty toward the strong."
"From the way your subordinates act, it's obvious—
even while pitying the weak, you still worship strength!"
"No, that's just the surface—" the Snow Emperor countered.
The argument dragged on for a long time.
If this hadn't been inside the tavern,
the two of them would have flipped the table long ago, unleashed their nebula forms, and started throwing hands.
Watching the two argue, Liang Bing clicked her heels and trotted behind the bar, asking Ron:
"So—what do you think of the two of them?"
Ron rubbed his chin and replied softly:
"They're both wrong… and both not wrong."
"The Nether King's 'wolf-and-sheep' theory is just a beautified excuse for invasion."
"The Snow Emperor's 'protect-the-sheep' philosophy is simply a way to maintain her hegemony. Regardless of her true intentions, opposing invasion gives her moral legitimacy."
"But…"
Ron paused and didn't continue.
Liang Bing immediately got anxious. She grabbed Ron's arm and shook it, acting cute:
"But what? Hurry up and say it~"
Ron remained unmoved.
Eyes on nose, nose on heart—mind steady, unshaken by beauty.
Liang Bing pouted, then leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.
"Now will you talk?"
Ron replied solemnly:
"I left home at a young age. All I want to kiss is my homeland."
Liang Bing: "..."
Is that 'homeland' even a proper homeland?!
And seriously—
is this really something you should be saying in front of so many people?!
Seeing Liang Bing on the verge of exploding, Ron quickly continued:
"Alright, I'll explain."
"The Snow Emperor's love is not unconditional love for everyone."
"She is an authoritarian leader. Those who acknowledge her receive her protection. Those who oppose her are erased without mercy."
"What she truly desires is a stable, peaceful cosmic order."
"Anyone who tries to disrupt that order—
even those resisting enslavement through war—
are unacceptable in her eyes."
Ron took a sip of wine and smiled as he looked at the arguing pair.
"That's why the Snow Emperor strikes the Nether King with full force,
yet later insists on a ceasefire."
"At her core, she is an extreme pacifist—
and a guardian of order."
Liang Bing covered her mouth and laughed softly.
"The Snow Emperor you're describing sounds exactly like that bitch Kesha."
"Divine authority, authoritarian rule—it's basically the same thing."
"No wonder I've always disliked the Snow Emperor.
Turns out the root of the problem is right here."
Before the words even finished—
A pair of slender hands reached out and grabbed Liang Bing by the ear.
Then Kesha's lazy, cool voice rang out:
"Say that again.
Where exactly is the root of the problem?"
"Ow ow ow—let go! You bitch, let go!"
Liang Bing tried to fight back, but under her sister's overwhelming dominance, the two of them were dragged off to a side table.
Then…
they began a warm and friendly exchange of opinions.
If she weren't afraid Ron would hang her up and beat her,
Liang Bing would've already stabbed Kesha in the back.
Watching the noisy scene, Ron shook his head with a smile.
In truth…
The conflict between the Snow Emperor and the Nether King had already been explained long ago by the Taiji Wheel of Guiguzi.
One represented absolute white—
holding supreme violence to suppress all violence.
The other was absolute black.
Yin and Yang.
Only when these two extremes merged into a complementary balance
could the universe achieve true peace.
As Ron was lost in thought, the system's mechanical voice echoed in his mind:
[Ding. Customer: Snow Emperor has completed her confession.]
[Customer Snow Emperor: Theory of Love, Nebula Form, Sacred Radiant Nebula… Host may choose one ability.]
The hell is "Theory of Love"…
Ron complained inwardly before saying quietly:
"Select Sacred Radiant Nebula."
"Begin fusion after tavern closing."
Originally, Ron had planned to store this ability and trade it later.
But on second thought—
This was the energy equivalent of six white holes.
If fused with the Dark Nether Nebula…
what kind of effect would that produce?
Even a fourth-generation divine body might be shattered instantly.
...
As time passed, lunchtime ended,
and the tavern reached peak traffic.
Rare guests like Double-Faced Turtle, Black Tiger, Saitama, and Escanor were all present today.
Strangely enough, Black Tiger and Double-Faced Turtle even managed to chat for a bit.
Perhaps this was the natural attraction between simps.
Just then—
The tavern bell rang.
Ding-ling—
As the door slowly opened,
an elderly man in a black suit with curly hair appeared.
He didn't enter right away, instead stepping aside respectfully.
Then—
A woman in a black robe and a crown stepped inside.
She had sickle-shaped pupils, an aura both cold and elegant.
Her features were flawless.
Long black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall.
Pure and ethereal—
yet dangerously alluring.
Ron lifted his gaze, smiled, and said:
"Welcome, Imu."
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