SWISH—SWEEP-SWEEP-PLOP!
Wielding a galaxy-sized golden projection of the [Gu Family Courtyard Bamboo Broom] in his left hand, fifteen-year-old [Chaos Hearth-Guardian Sovereign] Gu Nian swept the falling 2,000 Tragedy-System Clones smoothly out of the starry sky. Catching all two thousand of them on a soft cushion of golden hearth-light before setting them down in a neat row on the Central Defensive Platform!
With a single gentle tap of his golden broom handle, the short-circuited remnants of the two thousand fifth-dimensional Tragedy Systems dissolved into harmless golden dust and vanished forever.
Yet unlike the clones in the other four sectors who had cheered or begged for food right away, the 2,000 former Tragedy Clones. Who had been programmed by the King of Tragedy with ten thousand years of extreme “Angsty Edgelord & Tragic Lone-Wolf Syndrome”—immediately curled up into tight little balls on the platform floor. This pulled their tattered black sackcloth hoods over their heads and refusing to come out!
“Leave us alone in the dark...” Tragedy Clone Leader #501 sniffled dramatically from inside his sackcloth hood, hugging his knees to his chest like a brooding poet in a thunderstorm.
“The King of Tragedy taught us that true cultivators must walk a lonely, tear-stained road where everyone we love dies and the heavens rain endless blood! Without a tragic backstory and a brooding scowl, how can we ever cultivate the supreme Dao of Solitude? Go away and let us weep in a corner for the next three hundred years!”
