“STOP HIM!! DON’T LET HIM SWING THAT SPATULA!!”
Behind the overturned ten-thousand-foot Jade Writing Desk on Floor Nine, the Chief Author of Fate screamed. Finally, his ink-throat tore, frantically slapping the pages of the [Supreme Book of Fate] to recall his four Early Rank 10 Archetype Calamity Avatars. Next, gu Changsheng could test his brand-new Rank 10 Dao-Father power on them!
“Those four Avatars—Massacre, Betrayal, Plunder, and Despair—contain eighty percent of my remaining ten-billion-year ink essence!” the Chief Author howled in sheer terror as the four ten-thousand-foot horrors scrambled backward toward the desk.
“If he destroys them, I won’t even have enough ink left to write a single page—of tragedy ever again! RETREAT INTO THE SPINE OF THE BOOK NOW!!”
Standing in the center of Floor Nine, Rank 10 Gu Changsheng looked at the four fleeing ten-thousand-foot monsters. And then glanced at his five kids, who had just spent three whole minutes keeping the yard quiet while he finished his breakthrough.
“Worked up an appetite holding the line for Dad, didn’t you?” Gu Changsheng asked with a warm grin.
“Yes, Dad!” fourteen-year-old Jiang Tuntun cheered immediately, raising both chubby hands in the air while still holding her giant porcelain salt shaker.
