Honestly, I felt that the moral compass of the girls around me was somewhat... delicate.
Especially those little girls with a taste for the bizarre.
Like a certain Child's Mother who had only just grown tall enough to reach my
thigh.
Bubble was still rolling around on the floor, driven frantic by that infuriating error
or
-35. This "1"-year-old loli with latent violent tendencies had been throwing a fit for a full five minutes. During those five minutes, she had scanned the human internet, downloaded every hard drive in the world connected to a network cable, and eavesdropped on every artificial satellite still in operation. In the end, she confirmed one very, very terrible fact: she probably really couldn't play Diablo 3 for the time being. Of course, with Bubble's capabilities, she could totally act as her own server, create over ten thousand alternate accounts, and defeat Diablo a hundred times over within the internal network in her own brain. All she needed was to download a complete database, which wouldn't even take her one second. But to a deeply resentful shut-in, that would be utterly meaningless.
"I have to take action."
Bubble sprang up from the carpet. Her messy bangs covered her eyes, and she radiated the murderous aura of a hero marching toward certain death. Then she lifted her leg and headed for the door.
"Where are you going?" I casually grabbed her by the collar. The one-meter-ninety little girl dangled in midair by her collar, flailing her limbs as she protested, "Let go! Child's Father, let go of me! Domestic violence is forbidden! For the sake of our daughter, can't you be a little gentler with your wife?!"
"I think you'll go insane because of her someday," Lin Xue said sincerely under her breath.
"You're barely any