Up on the bell-tower roof of Harvest Plaza, eighteen-year-old Chosen One Ye Ming heard Gu Changsheng’s phone call over the courtyard megaphone. Moreover, Let out a cold, dismissive scoff, flipping his wet black bangs out of his eyes.
“Ten thousand retired grandmas?” Ye Ming sneered into his skull microphone, raising his bone staff with both hands to channel his system’s signature domain spell. “You think a bunch of mortal old ladies from a backwater planet can withstand the soul-crushing despair of my [Rank 7 Netherworld Depression Mist]?! Behold the true weight of my ten-year solitude—EXPAND, DOMAIN OF ETERNAL GLOOM!”
WHOOOOOOSH— SIGHHHHHH~
A thick, leaden wave of dark-gray Netherworld Depression Mist rolled out of Ye Ming’s skull staff, blanketing the entire ten-mile expanse of Harvest Plaza!
Unlike ordinary poison gas that attacked the lungs, Ye Ming’s Netherworld Depression Mist was a psychological soul-curse powered by his [Supreme Dark-Abyss Edgelord System]. Any normal cultivator or soldier who inhaled a single breath of the gray mist immediately felt their motivation, joy, and fighting spirit drain right out of their boots.
Replaced by an overwhelming urge to sit down in a corner, hug their knees, and stare blankly at a wall while sighing about how pointless homework, work, and marriage were!
