Looking at the options, everyone at Chen Luo's table turned to look at him.
"Cousin, are you... serious?"
"Honestly, not a single one of these is likable!!!"
"What the hell! What kind of garbage options are these?"
"Bishop Otto is number one in the world!"
"Whoever came up with this question must have had their heart broken by a scumbag, right?"
"Bishop Otto is number one in the world!"
"Or maybe they're some perverted villain fanatic. But what normal person would be obsessed with Qiu Bi?"
"Bishop Otto is number one in the world!"
"I just feel like every single one of these options is more disgusting than the last. Whoever came up with this at the Abyss Channel must have been kicked in the head by a donkey!"
"Bishop Otto is number one in the world!"
"Is there not one normal option among these crappy choices?"
"Don't say that, brother. Don't you think that among the remaining eight flashy bitches, Miss Tomie is actually the most wonderful?"
"Damn it! Get away from me!"
"Bishop Otto! My Bishop Otto! Brothers, vote for Bishop Otto with me! Don't you think it would be incredibly exciting to have Bishop Otto handing out commissions to us?"
"Honestly, Bishop Otto is great, but I think a dead Bishop Otto would be even better."
"Don't you think the Thousand-Man Herrscher is amazing? She has an eyepatch and ball joints all over her body. Doesn't that give you, you know, that sort of feeling?"
"...Boss? There's a pervert here. Drag him out and behead him!"
That much chaos had already erupted in just one bar. It was hard to imagine how many people outside were arguing over these options, which looked utterly absurd at first glance.
"Cousin, are you really serious? Honestly, I don't think any