But Tall Guy, one of the judges, was no pushover either.
He immediately revived after dying.
It seemed he was only a stand-in as well.
Wenren Sheng noticed this, then lowered his head to look below.
He wondered how far Zhao Han had developed things.
From the looks of it, she seemed to have already seized the initiative.
The principals could deploy very little power.
Up in a large tree, Little Illusion sat barefoot, gnawing on fruit.
"Ugh, doing nothing every day—when will it ever end? I feel like a poop-producing machine now," Little Illusion said listlessly.
"Watch your language. If Teacher hears you, he'll definitely lecture you again," the tree said helplessly.
"No, you should remove the word 'like' and replace it with 'am,'" another voice said.
"That's enough from you too. Can't you learn from me and be an elegant person?" the tree said, exasperated.
"Stop being so narcissistic. You never learn the good stuff, only the bad," the voice said disdainfully.
"Little Fatty, you're asking for it!" Little Illusion flew into a rage, plunging headfirst into the tree and giving him a thorough beating.
"I'm looking for you," the voice stubbornly retorted.
"Enough, you two. The Disaster Anomaly Principals feel a little too low-level to me. Haven't they started exerting themselves yet?" the tree said with a headache.
The tree was naturally Zhao Han, while the other voice was her Strange Seed, the Seed of Narration. It had known Little Illusion for a long time, but this was their first time working together.
Their kind repelled one another, so they fought every day.
Just like children.
"They're definitely probing us. This is only the first planet, and it was rushed out as a half-finished product. It's nothing special. The best one is still Earth—a pure, natural