Morning 2: CH 1 part 2 The Potato Confrontation

MORNING 2: CHAPTER 1 PART TWO: THE POTATO CONFRONTATION The digital tracking digits on the clinical terminal desk shifted silently to 5:51 AM inside the quiet hospital sanctuary zone. S-Rank Void Hunter Liang Huàn officially terminated his encrypted communication link with Reaper 800. Sitting back in his workspace deck chair as a faint trace of sub-zero cyan vapor lazily drifted from his antlered bone-white deer skull plague doctor mask, he tapped his terminal deck. Recognizing the absolute tactical urgency, he initialized an emergency holographic group chat link, throwing three vibrant video projection frames directly into the empty space layout before him. The incoming alert tones chimed loudly across the separate sleeping quadrants of his rogue team. The three digital data streams immediately flickered to life, capturing his newly mobilized task force looking incredibly tired but completely synchronized on the unpaused line. Tiderider: Hi Liang, you have any idea what time it is? Is it early in the morning! Why are you waking us up at this hour? Xuánlong: Why all this meeting call anyway? Are you gonna say something to us, Liang? Say it right now because I just got up in the early morning! My Dragoon spear is ready, but my patience isn't. Shiori Kyomu: You know it's rude to wake me up... I'm very tired. My shadow bodyguards are still recharging in the void. This better be highly relevant, Doctor. Liang Huàn adjusted his elegant navy-blue dress coat and leveled a cold, analytical cyan lens gaze straight into the terminal cameras, his sophisticated voice cutting through their complaints. Liang Huàn: It's about your little sister, Xuánlong, and the Master Creator, Reaper 800. He just contacted me from his modern mansion sanctuary layout. He officially needs our elite help to secure his property grounds, and I'm not joking—this is dead serious right now. Shiori Kyomu’s deadpan, long cold winter personality instantly dissolved into a rare, super-hyped shonen expression. Her neon-blue eyes lit up with radiant energy as her long twin braided tails tossed wildly, completely abandoning her lazy posture. Shiori Kyomu: Reaper 800, my master?! I’ve aged so much since the last time I saw him! It was exactly twenty-five years ago when he left, but still, I’m finally gonna see his house! Oh, I cannot wait, I am going to shower right away to get ready! Xuánlong’s disciplined posture completely tightened, a happy, protective smile breaking across her face as her massive emerald-grey scaly dragon tail wagged dramatically behind her frame. Xuánlong: Vesperine... my little half-sister is down there?! After thirty years of searching the spatial loops, she's safe on Planet Earth! I am doing the exact same thing—I'm going to take a fast morning shower right now so I look perfect when I see her! What exactly is the issue at the estate? Are we dealing with an anomaly breakout? Give us the target profiles. Tiderider lazily leaned back, a confident grin forming under his matte white combat face mask as his digital camera-shutter eyes blinked. He adjusted his oversized baggy dark blue track jacket and cracked his heavy titanium knuckles, skipping the water shower entirely. Since he was a skinny mechanical robot built with a sleek cybernetic skeleton base, he couldn't eat food, but he could definitely use a quick drink. He reached for a fresh can of specialized engine oil to keep his gears lubricated. Tiderider: Reaper 800, huh? Yeah, I've heard all about his legendary power metrics. He’s the powerhouse we teamed up with exactly eight years ago to completely eliminate those volatile mutant monsters inside the ruined sectors of the Sultana Hollow! I don't need a shower, but I'll definitely take a robot drink right now. So, Liang, what are we crashing into? Give us the target profiles. Liang Huàn remained completely motionless, deliberately keeping the massive influx of outer galaxy survivors and rogue Stellaron Hunters a total, absolute secret from his team. He knew that revealing the multi-dimensional chaos over the airwaves would only cause unnecessary friction before they reached the perimeter boundaries. He leveled his cane calmly. Liang Huàn: I will explain the exact parameters when we get into his house. For now, it is strictly classified. Pack up your gear immediately and maintain absolute radio silence. We move out. Meanwhile, at exactly 5:52 AM, the scene shifted directly back to the 4th-floor staircase of the modern mansion estate. The translucent, glowing Quantum Cage erected by Vantablack’s hacking algorithms shimmered softly across the base layout, safely shielding the upper suites from any potential spatial bleeding. Reaper 800, dressed elegantly in his Old Money dark blue shirt and black vest with his crystal necklace tucked hidden behind his collar, walked hand-in-hand down the steps alongside his beautiful wife, Moon Queen Vesperine. The sprawling ground-floor layout below was completely spotless. The expansive obsidian glass lounge, the minimalist living room booths, and even the exterior artificial turf decks of the garden were gleaming with a perfect, high-spec polish. Standing right in the center of the kitchen tile traction grid were Conductor Pom-Pom and Vantablack, both holding heavy-duty mop handles and microfiber cloths, panting heavily after running an intense cleaning chore loop across the entire perimeter ground floor. Reaper 800 looked down at his compact, 2-foot tall egg-shaped robot companion. Vantablack was standing proudly in his rugged black leather jacket, his stubby nub feet planted on the floorboards and his white wooden skull-mouth half-mask covering his lower jaw, leaving his neon-blue ring eyes wide open. Reaper 800: Outstanding job cleaning the ground floor and the garden, you two. Vantablack, step forward. You've earned a premium sanctuary override. Snapping his fingers, Reaper 800 stepped forward and channeled a microscopic trace of his reality-warping Chaos Element directly into Vantablack’s cybernetic core receiver box! A sudden wave of crackling, deep pitch-black and violet energy sparks danced violently across the Bangboo's chassis. Seeing his master approach with the volatile, reality-bending Chaos energy, Vantablack’s neon-blue ring eyes violently shrunk into tiny digital pinpricks. He became incredibly nervous, his stubby nub feet frantically backpedaling across the floorboards as he waved his soft robotic fabric flipper arms in absolute panic! Vantablack: [E-EH?! NA-NA-MEH-NA!!] (Translate: "Wait, Master Reaper 800! What are you trying to do to me?! Please get away, no, no, no!!!") But the Chaos Element successfully integrated into his systems, completely stabilizing his internal processor matrix. Vantablack’s neon-blue ring eyes lit up like massive cartoon lanterns. He looked down at his smooth, glove-free fabric flipper arms and shook his tiny crimson-red rabbit puff tail happily, feeling the incredible, god-like weight of a true, canonical game-accurate ZZZ robot! Vantablack: [ROBOT_HAPPY_CHIRP!!] (Translate: "Yes! Look at my flawless capsule chassis! I am officially a real, high-spec canonical Bangboo now! No more bulky glitched proportions!") Standing right next to the refrigerator, Pom-Pom looked over at Vantablack’s stout, egg-shaped body. The red-coated conductor suddenly let out an incredibly loud, highly distorted shonen-style burst of laughter, clutching his stomach as his long furry ears flapped wildly in pure comedy amusement. Pom-Pom: Pfft—hahaha! You think you look real now, pom?! You don't look like an elite Iron Guard vanguard at all, pom! You literally look exactly like a tiny, round, smooth potato sitting in a leather jacket, pom! Vantablack’s digital eyes instantly snapped into a comically furious, jagged One Piece style shark-teeth shouting expression, a giant cartoon throbbing vein popping directly over his white skull mask layout as he aggressively waved his soft fabric flippers in the air! Vantablack: [HU-NA!! NA-NEH-NA!!] (Translate: "What did you just call me, you oversized marshmallow?! You aren't even the cutest mascot thing in the world! You look like a weird, walking red coat cushion!") Pom-Pom’s jaw instantly dropped completely unhinged to the floorboards in an extreme Enel-style shock face, his white cartoon eyeballs violently popping straight out of his skull in pure, high-volume outrage at the insult! Pom-Pom: WHAT?! I am the most majestic, adorable conductor in the entire Star Rail galaxy, pom! Take that back right now, you angry little potato, pom!! The two mascots instantly slammed their heads together, grinding their teeth as dynamic comic speed lines filled the kitchen bay. Watching the ridiculous domestic bickering from the lounge couch, Moon Queen Vesperine’s crimson-red eyes violently flared with absolute, unbridled steaming rage. A heavy, suffocating aura of dark red and deep purple Havoc Element gravity clouds began to comically vent from her tomboy wolf ears, crushing the local atmosphere solid! Vesperine marched over to the kitchen grid, her chunky dark red platform sandals slapping heavily against the tiles as her long summer dress split skirt fluttered. Her narrow waist cinched as she leaned her massive J-cup chest right over the fighting duo, casting a terrifying shadow over their faces. She made sure her medium-short black tomboy hair completely hid her human ears from view, keeping only her upright wolf ears exposed. Vesperine: Hey... you two bratty little monsters better shut your mouths right now. I didn't survive a burning Umbrella mansion layer just to watch an unbuttoned potato and a train cushion ruin my morning routine! Both Pom-Pom and Vantablack violently froze like statues, their bodies violently shaking and sweating in a total cartoon panic loop as her dark purple gravity aura pressed down on their heads. Vesperine: Shake hands right now. Both of you. Do it, or I'll personally throw you both past the energy fence into the active Hollow vortex! Vantablack and Pom-Pom looked at each other with extreme, mutual shonen disgust, their faces turning completely sideways as they gagged at the mere thought of making peace. But looking up at the Moon Queen's terrifying, glowing red eyes, they had absolutely no choice. Shaking like leaves, Vantablack slowly extended his smooth soft fabric flipper arm while Pom-Pom reluctantly reached out a furry white paw, gently letting their limbs touch in the most comically forced, miserable handshake in human history. BRRR-R-RING! Suddenly, the loud, sharp ringing echo of the front door security bell cut cleanly through the kitchen tension, instantly breaking the mascot confrontation loop. Reaper 800 smiled, casually adjusting his Old Money black vest and ensuring his blue diamond crystal necklace stayed completely hidden behind his dark blue shirt collar. He looked toward the front door panel as the clock tracking system recorded exactly 6:10 AM. Reaper 800: Perfect timing. That's Liang Huàn at the gate. Let's launch the tour operation.