For three full seconds after fourteen-year-old Jiang Tuntun asked her question. Not a single sound could be heard across the ten-million-mile cavern of Floors Five and Six except the gentle glug-glug of the boiling black ocean.
Even the terrifying blood-red eyeballs floating on the crests of the black waves seemed to blink in utter existential confusion.
Up on Floor Nine, inside the high white-jade Author’s Study, the Chief Author of Fate nearly choked on his own saliva as he stared at the live surveillance mirror!
“BLACK-SESAME PASTE?!” the Chief Author roared at his desk, slamming both ink-stained palms onto the crystal screen until the glass cracked.
“That is the Primordial Ink of Grimdark Despair! I spent ten billion years distilling the hopeless nihilism of a hundred thousand dead universes, the betrayal of ten billion sworn brothers, and the existential dread of the void into that inkstone! When ancient Rank 9 Peak Gods looked upon that ocean, they tore out their own eyes and wept blood!
How dare that chubby fourteen-year-old brat in twin hair-buns call my masterpiece unsweetened black-sesame paste?!”
Down on the white diamond-ice balcony of Floor Five, however, the rest of the Gu Family reacted to Jiang Tuntun’s culinary review as if it were the most reasonable scientific observation in the world.
