Amid the applause, Mr. Responsibility left the podium. After stepping off the stage, he stood beside his manager.
"Next time, I hope the content will be a little more serious." He stared fixedly at the second-place winner delivering his acceptance speech onstage.
His manager froze for a moment and said softly, "But everyone really likes it."
Mr. Responsibility still did not look at him. He kept his eyes on the man onstage, his expression unusually serious.
At that moment, an eye suddenly grew on the side of his neck. It stared straight at his manager. "Authority shouldn't be funny. You should understand what I mean."
"I hope I can become an authority, not some kind of comedic actor."
His manager was nearly startled out of his wits by the suddenly grown eye and grew somewhat frightened. His speech became less coherent. "But... you know, everyone thinks Mr. Lin Qi is a humorous person too."
Mr. Responsibility slowly turned his head to look at his manager. "He's a human, while I am the strongest among the evolved. Use your withered cerebellum and think carefully about what I said."
He bared his teeth in a fake smile, then turned back to watch the man onstage tell ridiculous jokes. Listening to the laughter of the weak humans around him, he found it somewhat ironic.
He, they, were supposed to be a higher species, not cheap tricks meant to amuse humans.
Of course, until they could accomplish what he wanted, lying low was necessary. But he would not turn himself into a clown just to blend in better.
One day in the future, people would play recordings of what he had done to mock the time he had wagged his tail at humans.
His manager did not dare say anything else and could only