Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 549 Despondency

Ten years later

泰拉

bar

Sisyphus sat alone at the bar, drinking. After finishing one glass, he asked the bartender for another, and then another, and another.

After an unknown number of drinks, when Sisyphus slammed his glass on the bar again, the bartender did not immediately refill his glass.

"You can't drink anymore." The bartender was clearly frightened by his reckless method of forcing him to drink. "Should I call an ambulance for you?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Sisyphus slurred, "Pour it for me, it's not like I'll shortchange you!"

The bartender hesitated, but Sisyphus grew impatient. He took out his wallet, casually tossed two bills onto the counter, and said, "Damn it! I have no family or friends here. Nobody will bother you if I have a problem!"

The bartender dared not say more and could only pour Sisyphus a shallow sip.

Sisyphus, annoyed, snatched the two-thirds-full bottle from the bartender's hand, then casually pulled out two bills: "Here's a tip! Don't bother me!"

Helpless, the bartender could only pick up the money and stand on the other side of the counter wiping the glasses, as if trying to get away from this lunatic.

After getting the wine, Sisyphus staggered away from his original spot. He first tried to join the singing men and women, but the pungent perfume gave him a headache, so he had to squeeze out of the revelry.

He lingered amidst the sensual pleasures, searching for a target. Eventually, he found an oddball like himself: a woman slightly younger than him, huddled alone in a corner booth, drinking a low-alcohol beverage.

So he walked over to the booth, blocked its exit with his body, and then greeted them:

"Hello, miss!"

The woman got up to leave, but Sisyphus quickly stopped her:

"Please wait! Please wait! I mean no harm. I am, I am a scientific researcher... a former researcher. I just want to talk to someone."

While the woman hesitated, Sisyphus hurriedly showed her his expired Lorosa Institute sign:

"I'm a scientist... a scientist, I'm not kidding you. My team contributed a lot to the research on that famous Black Stone computer underground in this city..."

After a moment's hesitation, the woman sat back down, and Sisyphus took the opportunity to sit opposite her, but his gaze was unabashedly fixed on her chest.

The two chatted idly, or rather, they weren't really talking; they were simply talking past each other. When their bottles were almost empty, Sisyphus let out a burp, then suddenly lowered his voice and said mysteriously:

"I... I know you're probably very suspicious of my identity. Look, even the photo on this sign doesn't look like me... Back then... hiccup... I wasn't this dejected back then, because... because I discovered a secret... Do you want to hear it?"

The woman neither accepted nor refused, but instead took a sip of the drink, just as they had been doing during their conversation.

"This world... is a lie. The free will that people possess is nothing but an elaborately crafted lie. You and I are nothing more than monkeys in a zoo..."

Surprisingly, the woman's expression didn't change. Sisyphus was taken aback and pressed, "What? Don't you believe me?"

So the woman finally answered Sisyphus's question for the first time:

"I do not care."

"I don't care... I don't care..." Sisyphus repeated to himself several times, then laughed: "You're right, who cares whether it's true or false? Life is long and bitter, enjoying the moment is the most important thing..."

Sisyphus then ordered several more rounds of wine, and the two drank until they could drink no more. Sisyphus felt it was enough, so he extended an invitation:

"It's so late... hiccup... It's not safe for you to go home alone... My car has cruise control, let me give you a ride..."

Half an hour later, Sisyphus and the woman left the bar arm in arm. He struggled to find his car and was about to open the door when he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye.

Sisyphus's drowsy mind cleared up almost instantly, but after hesitating for two seconds, he still pretended to be drunk and unconscious, opened the car door, threw the woman in, and then got into the passenger seat himself.

"Get out of here, now!" The moment the car door slammed shut, Sisyphus gave the vehicle's autopilot a command: "Go anywhere, just don't go home, don't stay here!"

The smart car's dashboard lights up and the engine roars, but the next second, it stops as if it has suddenly stopped breathing.

Then, through the rearview mirror, Sisyphus saw a dark figure slowly approaching.

Without further hesitation, he immediately opened the car door and rushed out, only to be struck hard in the face the moment he stepped out.

"Ouch!"

Sisyphus fell backward to the ground, and then the dark figure walked up to him.

She was also a woman, who looked to be in her thirties or forties. She was wearing a thick trench coat, and a mechanical prosthetic eye stood out prominently beneath her bangs.

Since he couldn't escape, Sisyphus gave up and simply lay down on the ground, greeting his former leader:

"Hello! Dean Sorenrot!"

"Look at yourself." Sorenrot put his hands in his trench coat and looked expressionlessly at the stinking man in front of him: "If you saw yourself like this ten years ago, you would have committed suicide out of shame."

“You’re right!” Sisyphus gestured towards Sorentot with a toast. “So, he’s dead. Who am I now… ah… Howard, yes, that’s my name, isn’t it… Constance?”

“Judging from your performance, I can’t equate you with anyone else.” Sorenrot shook his head. “I think even that guy wouldn’t be this dejected in your current situation.”

“Of course!” Sisyphus lowered his hand and collapsed to the ground. “I’m just a copy. I don’t have that many god friends… and it’s not him who’s locked up here.”

Sorenrot: "You're just going to keep rotting away?"

“This isn’t called rotting away,” Sisyphus said, closing his eyes. “This is called life is long and full of suffering, so seize the day. Therefore, could you please leave? You never have anything good to say to me… but…”

Then, he struggled to his feet, practically draped over Sorenrot, and said in a flippant tone, "Ah—seize the day, seize the day, Ms. Constance, you've lived... for hundreds of years, haven't you? Still a virgin...?"

"Snapped!"

Before Sisyphus could finish speaking, Sorenroth slapped him back to the ground.

"Cough! Cough!" Sisyphus, who had fallen to the ground, coughed repeatedly, as if he had choked on his own saliva. After he recovered, he yelled, "Are you crazy? You came to see me in the middle of the night just to scold me? I didn't spend your money, why did I bother you?"

"I've come to invite you," Sorenrot finally got to the point: "The time is almost ripe, join us..."

"No way!" This time it was Sisyphus's turn to interrupt Sorenrot: "I know what you're up to, you're a terrorist! Antisocial! Life here is so much better, no Chaos... no aliens, food, drink, and money... I should really thank you for the identity you gave me, allowing me to live off my patent for the rest of my life... Aside from the possibility of being monitored while sleeping naked and having sex, there's nothing wrong with it..."

"Ah..." Then Sisyphus opened his eyes a crack again: "The fact that you came to me and told me all this... means you've found a way to block surveillance... right... that's quite an achievement, congratulations... but don't take me with you to your deaths!"

Upon hearing this, Sorenrot finally revealed a complex expression. Even after nearly ten years of indulging in wine and women, this man's intuition remained sharp.

“Someone wants to see you,” Sorenrot said.

"No!" Sisyphus resolutely refused.

But after a while, he opened his eyes again:

Is the "person" you're talking about really a person?

“You guessed right,” Sorenrot sighed. “It is you who wants to see you.”