Peste: One of These Days, I'll Break Your Legs and Put You in a Wheelchair for Life! (Continued)

"Hmm, do you want one too?" Chen Luo asked enthusiastically as he looked at Pest, who had been staring at him.

Pest's expression just now, as described by the Humanization Plugin, was exactly like that of some rich roommate in college handing things out. Everyone else got something except you, yet you still had to sit there pretending you did not care or had not even noticed.

But the dorm was only so big. How could you possibly not have heard?

Did she want it? She did.

Could she bring herself to ask for it? She could not.

Of course, Pest's expression was still somewhat different from the Humanization Plugin's description. The difference was that Pest wanted to chop Chen Luo to death even more.

"Once you enter the Investiture of the Gods, you belong to me. Other people's lives and deaths are decided by fate, but yours are decided by me," Chen Luo said after bestowing the divine rank.

Reviving through the Investiture of the Gods required a price. Although some people did not particularly want to be revived, that was not up to them.

Once Lating and Wiese entered the Investiture of the Gods, their fate had already been decided. Pest simply seemed rather incapable of taking a joke.

"You call that a joke?" Pest glared at him furiously.

Only then did Pest realize that she really did possess half the control over Lating and Wiese that she had sensed, but she simply could not command them at all.

It was as though the other party held the highest priority.

Or perhaps their authority was 99%, while hers was 1%.

"Ah, don't be so angry. It's useless even if you are angry. You need to understand your current status—you're a prisoner," Chen Luo said, pinching Pest's cheek.

Then,