"Looked down upon, Passive Value +1." "Mocked, Passive Value +1." "Despised, Passive Value +1." "..."
The notification boxes kept popping up, showing no sign of stopping for quite a while.
Never before had Xu Xiaoshou received so many derogatory judgments from a single person in the span of just a few looks and two or three sentences.
And it was not just those. He also witnessed attacks such as "contempt," "disdain," "loathing," and "scorn."
"Is that why you're the Devil Ancestor?"
"You're practically a composite of humanity's negative emotions!"
At first, there would occasionally be a few "wariness" and "suspicion" mixed in. By the end, all of those had disappeared.
After all, even Xu Xiaoshou himself had come to despise himself as the act went on.
How could there be someone in this world so obsequious after once standing proud? Too damned vile—ten thousand slaps would not be excessive.
What difference was there between him and a heap of foul-smelling roadside garbage with soup spilled all over it? The Name Ancestor must have been blind to choose such an inheritor!
But had he overacted? In truth, no. That much could be seen from the Devil Ancestor's reaction.
Xu Xiaoshou's command of drama had long reached a consummate realm. Playing the humble wretch came as naturally as lifting a hand.
He knew the Devil Ancestor was proud, and he could tell that even if the Name Ancestor's true body descended, it likely would not be a match for the Devil Ancestor who had now Zeroed.
So, when even the mountain at his back could not win, one either died unyielding or bent the knee—what did "Xu Xiaoshou" seem like in the Devil Ancestor's eyes, the former or the latter?
At the very least,