Chapter 69: The Nemesis Of The Masked Fool
Not long after, the Pioneer Squad passed by this pile of snow.
“Ah… achoo!”
A huge sneeze suddenly came from the snow pile.
“Who is it? Come out!” March 7th was startled, and an ice crystal instantly aimed at the snow pile.
Star also took out the baseball bat, watching intently.
Welt just watched quietly without speaking; what he wanted to see was how everyone handled things and grew slowly. Only when it was truly unsolvable would he step in to help.
“Come out quickly. You’ve made such a big noise; is there any point in hiding?” Meng Huaifeng protected Star in front of him. His marksmanship was good, but unfortunately, he didn’t have a suitable gun. The forging techniques on the Douluo Continent were really backward and primitive; they couldn’t forge a weapon he could use.
“Exactly, do you think we’re fools? Come out, or I’ll shoot ice needles at you.” March 7th threatened.
Sampo crawled out of the snow pile tremblingly, slightly hunched over, with a fawning smile: “No, no, no, heroes, let’s talk it out. I just came out to beg for food; I didn’t do anything heinous. Just pretend you didn’t see me, let Sampo go like a fart, okay? I’m pretty familiar with Captain Gepard; if you don’t believe me, ask around. I, Sampo Koski, am really a good person.”
“Who?” March 7th asked puzzled.
Sampo made a sudden realization expression, and his slightly hunched waist straightened up: “Oh, so you’re not Silvermane Guards. You should have said so earlier; it’s just family fighting family, what a needless misunderstanding.”
“What family? Who’s family with you.” March 7th disagreed.
“Let me handle him.” Meng Huaifeng pulled March 7th behind him and silently activated mind communication.
“Who are you?”
“Masked Fool, Sampo Koski.” Sampo covered his mouth, his narrow eyes widening a bit.
“You’re actually a Masked Fool?” March 7th’s anger flared up instantly; she rolled up her sleeves to beat him. The sins created by Aha of Bliss—weren’t Its followers supposed to be normal?
“Wait a bit, wait, let me finish asking.” Meng Huaifeng hurriedly held back March 7th.
“What are you doing here?”
“Waiting for you.” Sampo’s expression became even more terrified.
“You know us?”
“The famous Nameless? Who doesn’t know.”
“Slap, slap.” Sampo slapped himself twice; he had realized that this conversation was mind communication, and he couldn’t lie.
Of course, if he couldn’t tell the truth, he could choose not to speak. But as long as the other side asked, related thoughts would inevitably pop up in his mind, and once they did, it meant they were already said.
To hear the other’s question and not have any thoughts pop up could be done, but it required practice. Right now, Sampo clearly couldn’t do it.
“It’s Sampo who failed to recognize you great ones; sorry for the disturbance, goodbye!” Sampo bolted, or else his underwear would be exposed.
“Want to run? Stop right there!” March 7th finally found her chance; with a wave of her small hand, countless ice crystals shot toward Sampo.
Sampo used flashy footwork, threading through the gaps in the countless ice crystals unscathed.
Star strode forward, chasing Sampo.
However, Sampo was clearly no simple character. Even with March 7th’s constant harassment, his speed was still a bit faster than Star’s.
Welt discreetly tapped the ground twice with his cane, and a terrifying gravity enveloped Sampo, causing his speed to drop sharply.
After pioneering a new world, Welt had advanced a big step on the path of Pioneer, with greatly increased strength.
Meng Huaifeng wasn’t idle either; he took out his mobile phone and snapped a photo of Sampo’s back.
“Click!”
Sampo, in full sprint, cooperatively turned around and made a heart gesture toward Meng Huaifeng!
A photograph appeared in Meng Huaifeng’s hand: 63 points. Good grief, actually above the average line.
Delayed by this, March 7th’s ice crystals instantly froze Sampo into ice.
Star lightly knocked on it, making a crisp sound, scaring Sampo into begging for mercy via mind communication: “Sis, no, no, please don’t; it’ll shatter.”
Star grabbed one of Sampo’s feet and dragged him back.
“Bro, your power comes from the God of Joy, right? This time it’s really a case of floods washing over the Dragon King Temple—one family not recognizing another. Sampo admits defeat; count me unlucky.” Sampo resigned.
“It comes from Aha, but we’re really not family. Aha forcibly gave me the blessing; I don’t want it.” Meng Huaifeng could only tell the truth too, but this wasn’t anything worth hiding.
“Exactly, all Aha’s fault, making me lose face across the universe!” March 7th melted the ice on Sampo’s face and punched him twice, giving him panda eyes.
Sampo smiled bitterly: Was he taking the blame for the God of Joy? What an honor… damn it!
“Speak, you waited here specifically for us; what’s your purpose?” Meng Huaifeng asked with arms crossed.
“I just came to find some joy and incidentally save this planet. But old Sampo is fine as a clown side character; I can’t be the protagonist. So I’m waiting here for you to be the protagonists.” Sampo gave up resisting and spoke honestly.
“Save this planet? You Masked Fools are so kind-hearted?” March 7th wondered if Aha’s blessing had failed; was this coming from a Masked Fool?
“Hey, hey, that’s prejudice against us. We Masked Fools come in types. There are pranksters with no bottom line, but there are also ones like me who value humanity. I like wholesome family-friendly joy; get it?” Sampo defended.
“We’re not Masked Fools; why should we get it.” Star stated righteously.
“Looks like we misunderstood Mister Sampo. Wholesome family-friendly joy means an ending where everyone benefits and is happy, right?” Welt said.
“Exactly, Mister Welt has insight.” Sampo said.
“So what do you plan to do next?”
“What to do? Though Sampo was exposed right on debut and became a total clown, this planet still needs saving. I’ll definitely do my best to assist you heroes and resolve this planet’s crisis. But I hope you heroes, seeing that old Sampo has come clean, can let me find just a tiny bit of joy.” Sampo’s expression looked extremely sincere.
Meng Huaifeng, March 7th, and Star looked at Welt.
Welt waved his hand: “Don’t look at me; do whatever you think.”
Meng Huaifeng nodded to March 7th; she melted the ice on the rest of Sampo’s body and said somewhat embarrassedly, looking at his panda eyes: “Didn’t expect you to be a good person after all. Sorry about earlier.”
“What do you mean ‘after all’? Old Sampo is a good person!” Sampo complained for himself.
