The Super Power Traverser of the Peaceful World

"you......"

Having been ridiculed to such an extent when we first met, Irena, who was already extremely angry, clenched her trembling fists tightly, resisting the urge to punch her in the face but when she was about to reply, she raised her head In an instant, he suddenly saw An Luo, who had been separated from her for a while, among a group of grape-stomping girls from this village.

An Luo rubbed his chin and said something to himself, and at the same time nodded from time to time as if agreeing with Rosemary's point of view, making her jump off the sofa directly when she got up, ignoring Rosemary who was subconsciously retreating and rushed past.

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It's not clear why Irena is going to step on the grapes, but An Luo listened to the two quarreling...or Rosemary's unilateral opinion, unconsciously thinking about this issue.

"...Indeed, Irena is cute. There is nothing wrong with being cute, but her figure is a shortcoming. She is completely a child. No, Irena was originally a child, but maybe it can be recovered in a few years. A little bit, the breasts should be able to grow a bit, after all, Miss Victoria's breasts are bigger than hers, there should be no problem from a genetic point of view, probably...but that will take a few years .”

An Luo, who mixed into the crowd, touched his chin with one hand and couldn't help nodding, expressing his thoughts in the dual identities of a manager and an elder.

But before he thought about what Rosemary said, he made a judgment on the question of whether cuteness can't beat sexiness, but when he lowered his head and thought about the importance of cuteness and sexiness, he only thought of the face first, which determines cuteness and sexiness When it was more important, he saw the familiar skirt and the fair skin of some girls' legs breaking into his line of sight.

"...I haven't seen you for a while~ An Luo, can you tell me why you are here? Are you a stalker? By the way, what are you thinking now?"

"Huh..." The moment he raised his head, he saw the girl's terrifying smile, and An Luo instantly changed his mind and said solemnly: "—I was thinking about something that sexy is not worth mentioning in front of cuteness!"

"...do you think I will trust you?"

"Why don't you believe it? Don't you have confidence in your cuteness? You must know that if you lose your cuteness, it can be called a major loss in human history!"

"That's true, but..."

"Uh...don't you deny it?"

Seeing Irena's way of nodding in agreement, An Luo was also a little surprised, and couldn't help but interrupted reflexively. After all, although he knew that she was narcissistic, he didn't expect that she could be so narcissistic. .

Irena's expression also froze at this moment, and then she smiled and said: "...Why do you deny it? Do you want to deny it? You lied to me just now?"

"No, I mean it! Very seriously!"

After vigorously shaking his head in denial, An Luo quickly walked to the front, looked at Rosemary who was still wondering why she was being ignored, and said loudly: "What nonsense were you talking about just now, why is Irena so cute? It may not be sold! What is the front not convex and the back not warped? What is barren?! Don’t you know the existence of lolicon in the world? Don’t you know that such petite girls at the airport are actually very, very marketable? Most importantly, don’t you even know that sexiness is worthless in front of cuteness!”

"I don't know at all. What kind of pervert are you? You like this kind of child? Even if you are a pervert, how many perverts like you can there be in this world? How could someone like the grapes that such a child stepped on?"

Rosemary, who was just watching a play, suddenly became a little weird, especially when she looked at An Luo with indescribable contempt.

"No, look at the people in this village! Both men and women must support cuteness! Sexyness has gender boundaries, but cuteness-absolutely has no boundaries! So..." An Luo was full of affirmation He uttered bold words, pointed at the villagers in the red uniform, and waved his arms and shouted: "Cuteness is justice! Sexy is worth nothing in front of cuteness!"

"That's right! Cuteness is justice!"

"Sexy is nothing compared to cuteness!"

"—Cuteness is justice!!"

"—Sexy is worthless in front of cuteness!!!"

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Some men, especially women who had long been upset with Rosemary, raised their arms and shouted after An Luo, and the men from Rosemary's faction were also forced to shout when they were glared at by women in the village, " Cuteness is justice! Sexyness is worth nothing in front of cuteness!" These two sentences, like slogans, made the whole village excited and kept shouting, and the momentum immediately suppressed the people in the opposite village.

"T-Dare to say it! Let's compare and compare! Whose wine sells better between me and this impoverished child!" Luo who found that there were strange men on her side shouted Smali stared at the traitor so angrily that she simply said something.

"—Okay! Then let's see! Whose wine is the best!"

Irena, who was suddenly unable to get off the tiger, glared fiercely at An Luo while enjoying people's praise, and followed suit.

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Irena, who was ridiculed in anger, followed the grape-stomping girls in this village, changed into uniforms, and came back soon. At least she became a qualified grape-stomping girl in terms of dress. An Luo doesn't quite understand how to do this... But according to the village chief, such role-playing can stimulate consumers more.

The girl at this moment is no longer dressed as a magician. The cuffs and skirt are decorated with white ruffles. The main body is a wine-red long skirt and long-sleeved top. She always puts down her shawl and long hair on weekdays, which is rare. It's tied into a single ponytail... It's not so much a grape-stomping girl's uniform, but it feels more like a maid's outfit inexplicably.

With this rare look, An Luo couldn't resist taking out his phone to take a photo, causing him to stare at Irena again.

Then Irena, who was dressed as a girl stepping on grapes, lifted her skirt as if she was doing a lady's ceremony, and stepped into the large wooden barrel full of grapes with her bare feet. All of a sudden, it was submerged under the barrel by grape juice and grapes.

The moment he witnessed this scene, An Luo subconsciously looked at the village chief beside him, and asked in a low voice, "Say...Mr. Village Chief, did Irena wash her feet when changing clothes? And... ...So when you step on grapes, the juice of the grapes will completely drown the feet of those who step on them?"

"Of course I will. Usually feet are washed, but I think it doesn't matter if Mrs. Witch doesn't wash her feet."

"Huh? Why?"

"This...you understand, right?"

The village head hinted with a smile that men could understand.

"Ah...I seem to understand, but won't it affect the taste?"

"nothing!"

"Are you all right? Uh... By the way, what are you referring to?"

"It's all right no matter what!"

"...Is, is it...?"

"—That's it! Things that arouse consumers' sexual desires! For consumers, they are the best things! And the wine that cute girls step on is the best! It doesn't matter whether it's washed or not. Important! No, the unwashed original flavor is the best!!"

The village chief clenched his fists hard in front of An Luo, and his face was so confident that An Luo didn't know how to complain... although he also agreed psychologically.

If drinking alcohol must be stepped on, it is better for men to be stepped on by girls.In other words, let him choose 1000 times and he will choose the one made by a cute girl, not the one that the big man stepped on and soaked the big man's feet.

And now, after seeing the wine-making process, even if he was killed, he would not drink a glass of wine of unknown origin. If he drank the wine made by a big man, wouldn't he vomit half to death? ?

However, it is worth mentioning that modern wines are generally made by machines, but it seems that many of the high-priced wines are still pressed manually. It is said that this is more pure and authentic, or that stepping on grapes is just a feelings? .....Although he didn't know anything about it.

Of course, he didn't know how to understand the word "Tata". Would it sound more cute to repeat the word?Like eating, washing hands, pooping, taking a bath, sleeping?It's okay to say that the soft girl said, but what does this greasy uncle say? ?

While thinking about this question, An Luo felt a sight full of murderous intent. The girl on the log was staring at him with terrifying eyes, and her feet were constantly stomping on the grapes, as if the grapes were him and Rose. Like Mary, she kept muttering in her mouth: "—Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die... ......!"

"... I always feel like I'm going to be cursed when I'm stared at like this and shouted to die. Is this kid still angry? I should have said it was pretty good..... Still holding grudges, what a vengeful child..."

While speaking, An Luo subconsciously hid behind the village chief, quietly observing the girl who was still stomping on grapes with hatred in her heart.

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Irena walked from the afternoon when An Luo arrived in the village to the sunset time. She was so tired and sweaty that even her hatred was worn away by hard work.

It didn't take long before I couldn't maintain the high-frequency trampling. In the end, I really didn't have the strength to step on it for a while, and there was no way to go on. I could only go to the orthodox grape-stomping girl's house to take a bath and rest.

And An Luo, who stayed where he was, looked at the girl's feet covered with grape juice, and then at the rotten grapes in the barrel that were trampled by the girl and stained with a lot of the girl's sweat.

Although he felt that there were some small obstacles in his heart, he still believed that the wine in front of him was made by a cute girl more than the wine with unknown history, so he couldn't help but decided to find a chance to steal all of them and exchange them.

So after thinking for a while, he moved his fingertips a few times and waited for a while, then pointed to the mountain in the distance: "Look! Miss Rosemary is only wearing underwear! She seems to be dating someone? !"

"what?!"

"—Little Angel Rosemary is dating someone in underwear?!"

"how is this possible?!"

... A group of men stopped and approached the barrel subconsciously and looked into the distance without even thinking about it. Immediately, they realized that there seemed to be someone wearing underwear on the top of the hill, and rushed over subconsciously.

At the same time, the female villagers also walked over there to join in the fun. Only An Luo couldn't help shaking his head: "It's really a group of single-celled creatures, but the ability of magic to copy objects is really useful, and it's really good to deceive people. Invincible...well, even though it was actually just a woman I saw in a custom shop, it's just a woman who is completely unfamiliar to you."

While speaking, some of the large number of grapes planted in the field not far away immediately detached from the vines, quickly passed through the blind spot of people's sight, and flew to An Luo's side to meet.

At the same time, in order to ensure the original taste of the beautiful girl wine without any interference from any taste, the village head prepared a brand-new wooden barrel that had been trampled and rotten grapes together with their juice, which flew up and were stored by An Luo in a different space.

Then the fresh grapes in the distance automatically flew into the wooden barrels that were completely taken away by the high-precision telekinetic power, and were immediately crushed by invisible forces, restoring them to the ones that Irena had trampled on before. In that way, the transfer of raw materials was completed in an ultra-short period of time.

Although it is only raw materials now, it is very simple for An Luo to make wine. All he needs to do is to learn about the wine-making process later;

After all, with his ultra-high-strength and precise telekinetic power, he can become the strongest super factory in history by himself, and it is the kind of all-round one. The only thing that needs to be consumed is brain power.

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When the whole village here came back disappointed with nothing, An Luo and the village head learned about wine making. Irena had almost changed into her original witch costume and kneaded on the sofa of the village head's house. Looking at her aching calf from excessive exercise.

And the village head has already prepared a bottle for wine, and even posted a photo of Irena stepping on the grapes on the bottle.

The slogan around the photo when the girl cursed "go to death" repeatedly with murderous intent and stomped on the grapes also read: [The top wine in this village is made from my hatred and irritability. 】【Origin: Miss Irena, the Gray Witch. 】

"...I've been wondering why it is the place of origin? Shouldn't this be the producer? Could it be that these grapes grew from you? When did you have this function?" An Luo took over The village chief handed over the empty wine bottle with Irena's photo on it, and couldn't help but look curiously at the girl who was still rubbing her calf.

"How is it possible? Are you saying that you don't even understand this?" In fact, Irena, who had just heard the village head say it, pretended to understand it and laughed: "This is the simplest way to do business. stimulating consumers."

"...So that's the case, but the combination of such a slogan and this kind of photo will really stimulate consumers? Will it really sell well?" Because he just offended Irena's relationship, An Luo didn't talk back but just watched Looking at the village chief, he once again revealed what Irena was also suspicious of.

"Of course it will! The opposite village relies on selling such things that arouse consumers' sexual cravings, so that the business grows linearly, so we asked Mrs. Witch to make it! The opposite village sells sex and beauty, so we will go to another place. Develop corner overtaking in one direction! For those who have this hobby, it will definitely be a big seller!"

"...Are the people who buy wine all just weird fetishes?"

Irena stopped what she was doing, and looked at An Luo expressionlessly. It was the eyes that made An Luo feel uncomfortable.

"Why are you looking at me at this hour?"

"Don't you forget that you drank wine with my dad every day at my house?"

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't buy those wines, but your father bought them. If you say that... you actually said that your father has strange sexual fetishes? Isn't that bad?"

An Luo pinned the blame on Papa Irena without thinking.

Irena was speechless for a while because of his skillful pushing the pot. Although he wanted to say that he also drank wine on the road, but thinking about it, his father also drank it every day. Ignoring the fact that I accidentally injured my father just now, I changed the subject and complained: "...I'm really exhausted. It's really tiring to step on the grapes. How much wine can those measures produce?"

"This...well, about half a barrel?"

"—Only half a barrel? So little? I've been stepping on it for so long...!"

Irena was shocked by the village chief's speech, and immediately fell down on the sofa and let out a long sigh, thinking whether she should simply give up the competition, but at this moment, she thought of another question : "Speaking of which, how can that Rosemary be trampled on? I remember this wine sells well, right?"

"Of course! After all, it was stepped on by the little angel Rosemary! And the wine coming out from the opposite side has long been made by Rosemary~!"

"Hey~ In that case, she has to..."

"—Wait!" An Luo suddenly interrupted Irena's thinking, causing her to stare unhappily: "What are you doing!"

"No, it's...that, I suddenly have an ominous premonition."

"Ominous premonition?"

"...Can we not go into this matter further? Some secrets should be kept secret forever. You should also know that many facts have no meaning other than hurting people at your age, and since they can only If it hurts someone, it's better not to know."

An Luo clutched his stomach and his face was very ugly, even Irena saw his face so bad for the first time.

Although he didn't know what he was thinking at first, but after thinking about it, he remembered the reason for their separation before, and couldn't help sighing: "Are you talking about your Miss Mira Rose? I don't plan to mention it anymore, why did you bring up such an annoying topic yourself."

"No, that sort of thing aside, and that's not what I'm talking about now."