“Wait a second! What do you mean ‘the pearls are bouncy’?!”
Out in the exact center of the ten-million-mile ocean, the Half-Step Rank 10 Despair-Ink Leviathan uncoiled one of its thousand-eyed tentacles just enough to peer back toward the white diamond-ice balcony in utter disbelief.
It had just watched that fourteen-year-old girl suck up ten thousand gallons of Primordial Despair Ink. The deadliest liquid curse in the Heavenly Script Pavilion—chew it like tapioca pudding, and complain that the ocean needed more sugar and milk foam!
“Stop treating my abyssal domain like a street-stall beverage!!” the Despair-Ink Leviathan roared, whipping up a fifty-thousand-foot wave of corrosive black negative aura across the surface of the ocean.
“This ocean is saturated with my Half-Step Rank 10 Corrosive Nihilism Aura! Any mortal sugar or spirit milk poured into these waves will instantly curdle into sour poison and rot!”
Up in the vaulted sky above the ocean, eleven-year-old Little Fifth banked in a wide silver circle in his Half-Step Rank 10 Benevolent Star-Hearth Void Dragon form, carrying thirteen-year-old Su Nuannuan on his head.
“Curdle into sour poison?” Su Nuannuan giggled, her Half-Step Rank 10 Cosmic Benevolent Healer & Sweetness Halo blooming behind her twin braids like a rising pink-and-gold sun.
