"Pfft, Welt, did you forget about your authority?"
Himeko reminded the panicked-looking Welt, holding back her laughter.
Hearing that, Welt hurriedly reconstructed the shredded scraps of his dress into his usual signature outfit: a sweater, coat, long pants, and scarf. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.
"God of Mischief, Aha!"
Welt roared furiously at the red mask that was laughing uproariously. A miniature Black Hole condensed in his hand, and the terrifying sensation made the Kitten Cakes hurriedly hide behind the women.
"Hey, hey, Old Yang, this is the Space Station. If you break this place, we'll all become space junk!"
Theresa's reminder made Welt glare angrily at the red mask as he panted. He was truly both humiliated and furious right now!
Thanks to that God of Mischief, he had successfully transformed back in front of all the women and suffered a complete social death. What was more, that elegant, form-fitting dress had been torn apart by his mature male physique!
Hahaha, this was hilarious! So much fun!
I just love seeing you fume helplessly at me. Come on, hit me!
Aha laughed wildly as he circled Welt a few times. Welt's old face turned crimson, and the miniature Black Hole in his hand absorbed the surrounding light as he panted and glared at the God of Mischief.
"This is too much! This is too much!"
Welt truly did not dare unleash an attack with the Quasi-Black Hole. First, the Space Station could not withstand it. Second, his attacks were ineffective against an Aeon. That God of Mischief probably would not even fear a real Black Hole, let alone his Quasi-Black Hole.
"Uh, Old Yang, calm down. This time, it really wasn't my fault. Aha, stop teasing him. His face is practically red from anger!"
Theresa