Eye of Guixu, the Mother Goddess's Disguise

The Core of the Abyss now had a sign made from a broken plank that read "Principal's Office."

There was nothing cozy about the decor.

Only a broad chair built and polished from countless Ancient God Spines stood there, radiating a chill that could freeze the marrow.

Yang Yu lounged in it, both legs propped on an armrest without a shred of dignity.

A cigar he had brought from Blue Star rested between his fingers, its ember flickering in the dark red air.

He blew a smoke ring.

It drifted upward, turned itself into a mocking smiley face, then dispersed.

Outside, the playground of No.1 High School stretched across the wasteland that had once been piled high with corpses.

Thousands of professionals from Blue Star stood in line.

They jostled and shoved, fighting to claim the so-called "Novice Gift Pack."

Their clamor was faintly audible even through several layers of barriers.

"These brats can start a fight over white-tier gear."

Yang Yu flicked his cigar ash.

It hit the floor and burned straight through the Abyss's void flooring with a hiss.

"Life's too dull. There isn't even anyone worth fighting."

He glanced sideways, his unfocused gaze falling on the shadows beside him.

A figure stood there.

Silver hair swept the floor beneath a plain white dress.

The once-arrogant Abyss Mother Goddess now held a tray full of ice, her head lowered in meek obedience.

Little White's hands were steady.

The tray did not tremble in the slightest.

Only her lowered lashes quivered at an astonishing rate.

Within her sea of consciousness,

the Master-Servant Slave Seal, that mark of humiliation, flashed red without pause.

Hatred was boiling over.

Killing Intent was battering the cage of her reason.

"Master, the ice has melted. Would you like more?"

Little White raised her head.