Staring at the puddle of rainbow mud, the little blond guy did not move for a long while.
"..."
After a long silence, he slowly said:
"Are you feeling a little overheated...?"
"HAHAHAHAHAHA—!!"
Yan Huan, standing across from him, had already picked up the completed Aetherium crystal statue. His face twisted viciously as he said:
"It's over, buddy. Try saying this isn't good. You even dared to insult the boss's statue—there's really no one else like you!"
"Tch." Seeing that Yan Huan had finished his craft, Soda Man protested:
"Can't you read the prompt?!"
"What did everyone else make for this prompt? Vases, jars, teapots..."
"Is it appropriate for you to make a statue of Boss Aetherium? Is it practical?!"
"What the hell is practical about this thing? It's for looking at!"
Yan Huan looked toward the audience:
"Come on, you tell me—does this thing need to be practical?! What era are we in? Nowadays, it's meant to be looked at, okay?!"
"Yeah, artworks are meant to be appreciated!" Someone stood up and said:
"Besides, it's not like the statue can't be used. Wouldn't using it to crack walnuts be perfectly reasonable?!"
"Crack walnuts?" Soda Man froze, then pointed at the audience member.
"Oh~ You dared to say you'd use Boss Aetherium's statue to crack walnuts! You're finished!"
"So what?" The audience member said disdainfully:
"I'm not from Sodalu Enterprises. I could even say the Interastral Peace Corporation is full of idiots."
Seeing that the other side had finished, Soda Man turned back and urged the little blond guy:
"Ancestor, I got you the mud you wanted. Hurry up and shape it!"
"Me? Shape it? Are you serious?"
The little blond guy picked his nose and lifted his chin arrogantly.
"I saw it already. You spat this stuff out—it's disgusting..."