At the center of the giant crater, Whitebeard and Cole stood beside Luo Han's "corpse." Not far away was a box that had just jumped out of the magma on its own.
The box lay there quietly. Whitebeard and Cole looked at each other.
"Cole, that box just cried out, didn't it?"
"I think so!"
Whitebeard looked at Cole speechlessly. Didn't that box come out of your mouth? What do you mean, you think so?
Thump! The box suddenly jumped again. Whitebeard and Cole immediately stared at it. Thump! Thump...! The box bounced more and more violently until, with a loud bang, it opened, and a tiny... woman emerged from inside?
Though this tiny woman was only ten centimeters tall, her proportions were those of a fully grown woman. Her dark green hair flowed down to her waist, and her features were exquisite. Her ears were slightly long and pointed, while her autumn-like eyes gave her delicate face the approachable warmth of a girl next door. Her fair skin was flushed with pink, like that of a newborn baby. She wore a skirt and bra made of what looked like green leaves over her private areas, making her seem like a tiny fairy.
The moment the little fairy emerged from the box, she rushed straight toward Luo Han and swiftly landed on his chest.
Cole's expression abruptly changed. He roared, "Get away from him!" As he spoke, he reached out to grab the damned little woman.
Whitebeard froze for a moment before realizing that Luo Han's "corpse" could not be touched anymore. Just as he was about to act—
"You're the ones who should get lost! Brother Luo Han isn't dead yet!"
The clear, angry shout made both Cole and Whitebeard stop.
"Not dead?" The two were stunned. They exchanged