[Well~ Fine then.
After all, amusement is the true meaning of life!]
[Aha]: "Hahaha, Aha sure has face!
If you come to this world, you'll be the second Emissary of Elation!
The first, of course, is my dear Akivili!"
[Scott's outrageous life!]
No one in the group had much of an impression of this character, but judging by what was said, this Scott must be quite the remarkable figure!
At the very least…
That's what everyone thinks for now.
[Jing Yuan]: "The universe is full of heroes.
As the saying goes, 'When three walk together, one must be my teacher.' Yanqing, you must never underestimate the heroes of this world!"
Yanqing naturally nodded in agreement—this was a perfect opportunity to witness the heroes of the cosmos and refine his martial skills!
Meanwhile, Scott, who had just taken over the Golden Alley business, felt his heart skip a beat. *This 'Scott'… surely isn't me, right?
What have I done to deserve this?*
[March 7th and Huohuo made their preparations and arrived at Golden Alley, ready for battle!
"Hmph!
This lady isn't hiding or running.
You sent the challenge, so here I am to answer it!"
March 7th planted her hands on her hips, facing the three opponents without a trace of fear—after all, she wasn't short on allies either.
Scott, however, was visibly annoyed. "What's wrong with you people?
If you want a fight, just fight.
Why send a threatening letter?
Who do you think you're scaring?"
March 7th looked baffled, claiming she knew nothing about it.
Scott promptly pulled out the threatening letter as evidence:
"To the arrogant, bullying criminal—Mr. Scott."
"You impose your twisted lust for power upon innocent shopkeepers and dare to insult the swordsmanship of the Xianzhou, a legacy of history and tradition."
"We have decided that you will confess all your sins with your own mouth.
Your twisted desires shall be taken from you."
March 7th took the letter from Scott and read it aloud.
Scott wasn't even angry—because it was all true. "The handwriting is atrocious… If you hadn't read it out loud just now, I wouldn't have even recognized what it said."
"You're dead!" Tail would never tolerate his handwriting being insulted.]
[Scott]: "Huh?
Me?
On the big screen?
Really?
This… is amazing!"
[Tail]: "Scott, you liar!
How dare you call my elegant handwriting ugly?
You have no taste!"
[March 7th]: "I'm wearing Xianzhou attire?
As expected of me—I look good in anything!
And Stelle's here too.
Looks like we end up going to the Xianzhou in the future!"
[Stelle]: "Since when did you start learning swordsmanship?"
[Fu Hua]: "The Xianzhou?
The background and clothing seem somewhat similar to Shenzhou."
[Yanqing]: "Miss March 7th's swordsmanship still seems a bit unpolished, but she's made a decent start.
Though beginners should focus more on agility and footwork."
[Yunli]: "Dead wrong!
Miss March 7th wields dual blades—strength is far more important for that!
She should prioritize strength training!"
Though the two had never met at this point in time, as prodigies of swordsmanship, they argued fiercely in the group chat as if no one else was around.
Truly heartwarming!
Heartwarming indeed!
[In Scott's vision, a flash of green flame passed by as Tail invaded his inner world.
Tail began searching for the most twisted desire in his heart!
Soon, he arrived at the first node—young Scott being scolded by his father.
"Scott!
Get your ass over here!!!" Old Scott roared furiously.
"Huh… That must be his dad.
You humans often say [it takes a lifetime to heal from childhood].
Maybe Scott's no exception?"
Little Scott stomped over, irritated at being woken up—not at all like a normal child afraid of an angry father.
"Dad, what's with the yelling on a weekend?
I was sleeping!"
Old Scott fumed with disappointment. "Lazy brat… How many times do I have to tell you?
Do credits sleep?
Does the free market sleep?
Does the invisible hand sleep?
Bah, forget that for now…"
"The Pelafna family just came by.
I heard their kid broke his leg during stickball—and you carried him to the hospital?"
"So young Scott was kind-hearted after all." Tail mused that environment truly shapes a person.
Then Old Scott exploded: "You idiot!
Weren't you and Pelafna competing for team captain?
What's with this 'friendship' nonsense?
Carrying him to the hospital… How thoughtful of you!"
"How many times must I tell you, Linden Scott?
Our family crest is the Lone Wolf.
Our motto: No enemies, no friends—only prey.
Do hunters carry their prey to the hospital?"
"Tsk… Born into a family like this… Gotta say, poor kid."]
[Tail]: "Tsk… Born into a family like this… Gotta say, poor kid."
[March 7th]: "Exactly!
I don't know what issues I'll have with him in the future, but growing up in such a profit-obsessed family is just tragic!"
After seeing Scott's childhood on screen, even his coworkers couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy.
["But… Dad, I was the one who broke his leg on purpose.
If I didn't take him to the hospital, people would've suspected me," Scott explained politely.
"HUH???"
Tail was utterly baffled.
"Oh… So that's how it was.
My apologies, Scott.
I shouldn't have yelled at you without understanding.
I owe you an apology."
Upon hearing Scott's reasoning, Old Scott transformed into the picture of a reasonable parent and personally apologized to his son.
"Uh… Like father, like son, huh?
Guess there's no twisted desire here after all."]
"HUH???" The entire universe echoed Tail's soul-deep confusion. Bro… You serious right now?
[March 7th]: "I take it back!
I thought Scott was corrupted by his dad—turns out he was just born like this…"
[Honkai Star Rail · Welt]: "The Scott family motto is certainly… unique.
Across two worlds, I've never seen anything so absurd!"
[Kiana]: "Yeah!
The Kaslana family motto isn't like that at all!"
Many were left reeling from this jaw-dropping twist.
If he was already this ruthless as a kid, how terrifying would he be as an adult?
The real Scott squirmed uncomfortably—his methods had been exposed!
How was he supposed to operate now?
Couldn't his coworkers see their earlier sympathy had been wasted on trash?
This broadcast could earn him fame—but he needed to think carefully about what kind of fame it would bring him.