“Fourth Young Miss Jiang, don’t sit down! Those black spheres are wrapped in Chaotic Antimatter Shells!”
Down in the Main Granary Square of the Golden-Ear Main Planet, eighty-year-old Old Farmer Chen shouted at the top of his lungs. Meanwhile, the terrifying gravitational pull of the 2,000 Anti-Digestive Singularity Bombs made the loose pebbles on the ground float upward into the sky.
Up on the bridge of Flagship #301, Plunder Clone Leader #301 bared his gold teeth in a savage, triumphant grin. Meanwhile, he watched fourteen-year-old Jiang Tuntun ignore the two thousand descending black holes to unlatch her silver-gray tin lunchbox.
“Hahaha! The little glutton is doing the exact same suicidal thing her brother and sister did!” Clone Leader #301 roared into the fleet intercom.
“Except she isn’t facing sword-qi or liquid poison—she’s facing 2,000 Compressed Black-Hole Singularities containing the mass of two hundred thousand stolen suns wrapped in volatile antimatter! If she tries to block them, the gravity will crush her flat. And if she tries to swallow them raw with her Half-Step Rank 9 stomach, the antimatter shells will detonate inside her belly with the force of two hundred thousand supernovas!”
Up in the fifth-dimensional Floating Gold Vault, the King of Plunder leaned over his Golden Script-Typewriter, his fingers poised to type the final victory line:
