The miraculous thing about Raven 12345 was that although this neurotic woman never said anything reliable, if you thought about it carefully, everything she said was actually true—it was just that your thoughts could never keep up with a lunatic's leaps of logic.
Just like now. Faced with a pile of kitchenware supposedly forged from divine metals, Hao Ren had no choice but to admit with a look of utter defeat: these things were indeed very practical.
Much more practical than a pile of knives, spears, swords, and halberds meant for fighting and killing—at least, that was what peace-loving Vivian thought.
The oldest Vampire, who had completely transformed into a housewife and nanny, happily held up a pale-gold frying pan and examined it from every angle. She felt that this kitchenware had been tailor-made for her. Its weight, feel, and size all perfectly met her requirements. A line of tiny characters could also be seen on the frying pan. The writing was in no known language, but everyone understood its meaning the moment they saw it: "Prize for the umpteenth 'Macro World Devoted Pope' Award, issued by the Human Resources Department of the Shadow City Time-Space Administration Bureau."
The pale-gold words seemed to float on the metal, surrounded by a halo and filled with divine power—an unprecedented, holy, and awe-inspiring force.
Yet this thing was still just a frying pan.
Hao Ren sat across from Vivian with his head in his hands, surrounded by a circle of people watching the fun. He twitched at the corner of his mouth. "They say these things were made from something called Star Gold Stone, and are indestructible..."
Vivian's eyes immediately lit up even more. "Oh, that's wonderful! We won't have to buy new ones in the future!"
"Why the hell can't I understand