It was even recording a video. This was practically treating her like an animal locked up in a zoo.
And she wasn't even being paid for the photos!
Boss Fat Ball's temper immediately flared.
If she weren't currently sealed and suppressed, she would have pressed the Tyrant Song Three Corpses Incarnation beneath her ball in an instant, rolling back and forth over him until she flattened him into a paper cutout!
In this world, the one she hated most of all was Ghostly White, and the one she hated second-most was Tyrant Song—those two could always easily make her restless and furious.
Clearly, with Boss Fat Ball's realm, temperament, and cultivation, she normally wouldn't lose her temper so easily. But Song and White were like they possessed an 'Aura of Provoking Balls,' always able to stir up Boss Fat Ball's anger without even realizing it.
"Calm down, Boss Fat Ball. Calm down first. Besides, no matter how angry you get, you can't hit me anyway," Tyrant Evil said.
At the same time, his eyes lit up, and he began sharing his vision with Lady Dragon Network—don't ask him how to operate the 'Visual-Sharing Spell.' He only needed to cooperate and open the permissions; Lady Dragon Network would handle the remaining steps of the 'visual sharing.'
Boss Fat Ball: "!!!"
Don't think that just because I can't hit you, you can do whatever you want.
This is the Netherworld World.
And even though I am sealed, I am still the Netherworld Ruler!
Boss Fat Ball calmed down and said in a cold, emotionless mechanical voice, "As the Netherworld Ruler, I curse you... You will die without a complete corpse, with your head exploding."
"Uh, isn't that just standard procedure for the main body?" Tyrant Evil blinked at Boss Fat Ball. "From