Gopher Wood: Misha, Take Me With You! How Am I Supposed to Live Without You?! (1W3, continued)

Mikhail and Gofei Mu looked at each other in silence. It felt as though glue flowed through the air, and the atmosphere froze in a bizarre stillness.

The two simply stood there, as if telling everyone one fact: one glimpse of Mikhail, and you were ruined for life.

In that deathly silence, only a strange rustling sound accompanied this silent play.

Hm? Rustling?

Chen Li paused, then instinctively turned toward Stelle, who was huddled in the shadows of a corner.

The Galactic Bat Hero, normally cool and expressionless, was now in an extremely excited state.

Stelle had curled herself into the shadowy corner, the feather pen in her hand flying across her notebook so quickly it nearly sparked.

Her long gray hair was slightly disheveled from excitement, with several strands hanging over the tip of her nose.

The most terrifying part was her eyes.

Those golden eyes gleamed with a hair-raising thirst for knowledge. Her gaze swept back and forth between Mikhail and Gofei Mu like a radar.

With every sweep, the smile at the corner of her lips grew a little more bizarre, as if she were imagining some indescribable million-word tale of tortured romance.

"Th-this is practically a reunion of the century..." Stelle muttered as she frantically took notes, her voice trembling with barely restrained excitement.

"Love and hate, a gaze that transcends life and death... At this moment, even the air is sweet with anguish... I have to write it down. Every microexpression has to be recorded!"

That sense of chaotic, trouble-loving "contamination" was practically spilling through the screen.

Chen Li wisely chose not to peek at her notes.

He had not even become friends with the Cremator yet. Some things were not only painful to look at—they might even cost him his sanity.

Some Abysses were