BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM—CRASH!!
Through the shattered star-titanium floor of the Master Spatial Monitoring Hall, eleven-year-old Jiang Tuntun and toddler Little Fifth popped up like two rosy-cheeked jack-in-the-boxes. Surrounded by thirty hundred-foot Rank 8 Abyssal Star-Serpents wearing shiny silver kindergarten star-stickers!
Not only were the two children completely unharmed after spending five minutes inside a 100,000G Rank 8 Late Artificial Black Hole. Their cheeks were glowing with healthy pink vitality, their Rank 7 Peak auras were brimming with newly digested spatial-origin power. Tuntun was still licking the last drop of sweet osmanthus black-sesame paste off her giant golden spoon!
“Mister Director!” eleven-year-old Jiang Tuntun called out cheerfully, holding up an empty porcelain bowl toward the petrified Director Mo Yun. “Your fifty spirit-stone mountains were very crunchy, and the black-sesame paste you squeezed together at the end was super yummy once we put Auntie Qin’s osmanthus sugar on top! Do you have any more black holes we can eat before we go home for morning class?”
“Y-You... YOU ATE MY RANK 8 LATE BLACK HOLE?!”
Staring at the two completely unscathed children. Moreover, The empty sky outside where his fifty prized pocket-worlds had been permanently digested out of existence, Director Mo Yun lost the last shred of his sanity!
