“Flush our entire 1,000-Galaxy Cluster into blank white nothingness just because our lives are happy and our ink tastes ‘too sweet’?!”
Around the cedar porch table of the [Galactic Flying Courtyard], thirteen-year-old Su Nuannuan puffed out her cheeks in righteous indignation. Her golden [World-Tree Sovereign Halo] flaring so brightly that the plum blossoms in the courtyard chimed like angry little bells!
“What kind of twisted, cold-blooded monster hates seeing children eat hot meals with their moms. Dads?!” fifteen-year-old Gu Nian rested his hand on the hilt of his sword, his eyes blazing with fierce protective resolve.
“First his seven underlings tried to kill Dad on Page Three. Now the Chief Author of Fate himself wants to take a giant eraser and wipe out One Quadrillion Families across all one thousand galaxies so he can rewrite us as orphans from scratch?!”
“He can dream on!” eleven-year-old Little Fifth Ao Xing banged his porcelain soup spoon on the table and bared his little dragon fangs toward the Golden Sky-Crack in the ceiling above. “Before his ugly eraser touches a single blade of grass in Frost-Pine Town, Little Fifth will bite his eraser in half and swallow his ink-stone!”
At the head of the cedar table, thirty-six-year-old Gu Changsheng raised one hand with a calm, reassuring smile, instantly settling the room.
