That duck-like voice sounded young, too. The kid had no idea what he was getting into.
Trying to do business with Mora? Long Qi, Li Taisheng, and the others all turned to see what this brave soul looked like.
At that very moment, the distinctive ding of a system quest notification sounded.
Long Qi instinctively went to check it, but before he could, he saw the street artist's face.
His body stiffened comically. His neck had started to turn, but his face remained fixed on the artist.
That youthful face matched the voice of someone whose voice was still changing. There was no mistaking who he was.
"Ro, Ro..."
Mora burst out laughing. "Junior, what are you playing at?"
As she spoke, she reached to touch Ronan's face.
He gave her a perfectly innocent smile.
Right. That move, that reaction—it must be because we're in a dream.
Perhaps it was the game, but dressed so inappropriately as a street artist, someone who was already young looked younger still.
He looked like an art student working a holiday job—one still in middle school or high school, at that.
Long Qi dared not comment on the exchange between the two. He lowered his head to read the system notification, but at that instant, Li Taisheng spoke urgently from the other side.
"Magnetization..."
His warning came a beat too late. Mora had already tried to change course before her fingers touched Ronan's face.
But her first impression was hard to shake, making the adjustment difficult. And the attack came too directly.
He still wore that innocent smile
as the Electronic Pen sprang from his hand and stabbed straight at Mora's eye.
His drawing board came crashing down at her head, followed by an elbow strike as he drove straight in.
Each attack came