At her words, Sam slowly turned her head.
Then, Sam's speaker emitted her magnetic, electric voice.
"...Have you said enough?"
"Emmmmmm..."
Yan Huan finally sensed that something was wrong.
Sam's gaze swept across the entire scene—
Past the bespectacled man who had just been talking nonstop.
Past the auntie with the disgusted expression.
Past the tourists whispering among themselves and pointing fingers.
Past Sampo, who had just surfaced from the water and was desperately trying to crawl toward the edge of the pool.
It even swept over Dahlia, who had been standing silently in the shadows, cleaning her dress, and had finally raised her head.
"...Maybe I really can't get married." Her voice was low, carrying bone-deep chill.
Yan Huan opened and closed his mouth, then opened it again, yet he could not force out a single word.
"..." Sampo had already climbed to the edge of the pool and was scrambling toward the palm trees with agility that did not match his size.
The auntie also sensed that something was off. The disgust on her face was replaced by a hint of unease as she quietly shrank back into the crowd.
The bespectacled man adjusted his glasses, trying to maintain his composure.
"This gentleman... oh, no, it turns out you're a lady. My apologies."
"But one must have standards. Even if you are a woman, I will not change my opinion."
"Ability must be put to practical use and brought down to the grassroots, rather than used to create meaningless things."
Before he could finish, a ghostly green light shot into the sky, dazzlingly bright.
Everyone instinctively raised their hands to shield their eyes.
A few seconds later, the heavy chassis crashed back onto the ground with a thud, sending ripples through the brownish-yellow liquid covering the floor.
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