Planes Are Planes, Individuals Are Individuals

The conference room fell silent.

The expressions of the five Star Dragons changed, their eyes filled with a hint of sympathetic pity, as if thinking, Why is this child so unlucky?

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

The little boy grew furious whenever he recalled it. He leaped up from the floor and stomped his feet.

"That ungrateful wretch! That thankless bastard! I gave him a second life, gave him a chance to achieve godhood, and this is how he repaid me!"

His little face flushed red, tears and snot mixed together, making him look both pitiful and comical.

After hearing the little boy's account, the Star Dragons could not help shaking their heads as well. "What terrible luck."

"Exactly. He really met the wrong people."

"How did he raise such a pack of ingrates?"

"Isn't that the truth?"

As the little boy listened to the Star Dragons' discussion, his expression became increasingly aggrieved. Looking at these people who showed no shared hatred toward his enemies, looking at their indifferent, unconcerned attitudes, he felt an indescribable sense of frustration well up inside him.

He plopped back onto the floor, folded his arms over his chest, and pouted so hard he could have hung an oil bottle from his lips.

"How can you be like this? Can't you at least pity me? After hearing all that, shouldn't you be angry along with me?"

Zhong Shenxiu shook his head. His Light Gold Vertical Pupils were filled with calm. Looking down at the little boy on the floor, his voice held neither sympathy nor anger, only an utterly composed indifference.

"That is completely impossible. That is a matter concerning your own Douluo Plane. It has nothing to do with us."

The little boy froze. His mouth fell slightly open, his golden eyes full