Do you even hear yourself?
That second bowl of noodles, diluted beyond measure, had already forced her to pay the painful price of burning through every one of her mask personas—and in the end, even her dignity...
And the bowl before her... was the undiluted original.
Hua Hua's mouth slowly closed.
In those violet-red eyes, all her arrogance, scheming, defiance, greed, and fighting spirit receded layer by layer like the tide, leaving behind nothing but blank, utter despair.
Hua Hua sat dumbly in her chair, as though her soul had already drifted out of her body. She looked like a doll that had been stripped of every expression.
On the phone screen, the livestream chat, which had been celebrating wildly just moments ago, was now being flooded with rows upon rows of question marks.
"Streamer? Streamer, are you still alive?"
"The light's gone from her eyes! She's completely dead inside!"
"Hua Hua, why don't we just admit defeat? Your life's more important than money."
At the very moment Hua Hua stared fixedly at the third bowl of noodles and fell completely into the abyss of despair, someone appeared beside Yao Guang without any warning.
Sparkle, who had used [I am Joy] to teleport to Yao Guang's side, did not look at Hua Hua first upon appearing. Instead, her gaze fell on the bowl of soup on the table before Hua Hua, glowing with a faint amber light.
Only then did Sparkle turn her head and glance at Hua Hua's utterly lifeless face.
Having nearly instantly guessed what had happened, Sparkle's expression darkened.
Why was her own kid eating shit?
Was Judgment of the Hour even something people could eat?
If you eat Judgment of the Hour and die, who's going to inherit my estate?!
With that thought, Sparkle stormed toward