[What's the big deal? Your Uncle Di Tian has always been T0 in every version, never nerfed all these years. Dragon God's Claw comes down with one swipe, and anyone at the same level gets wiped from full health. He's purely a mechanics monster, okay? The Deep Sea Demonic Whale King is basically a pile of crap compared to him.]
[Stop playing so many games upstairs. We're talking about reality here, and you're talking to me about games.]
[Am I the only one who thinks it's weird that this fat dragon can use a communicator? A Soul Beast can actually get online? This world has gone so insane I barely recognize it.]
[Hehe... Fat dragon, I never expected that after feeding you so much and placing so many breeding orders, you still haven't been raised into uselessness. Looks like I need to increase the dosage. (Fat Dragon, prepare to die.jpg)]
The comments on the screen stabbed at him like knives.
Di Tian's pupils suddenly contracted, and fury instantly burned through his entire body.
Especially that last comment.
"That beast from Ming Capital University of Science and Technology, I'll remember you."
His voice was filled with gritted fury.
"Your guts have really grown fat, daring to provoke your Uncle Di Tian. Don't think I won't recognize you just because you changed your ID."
The moment he finished speaking, a donation notification popped up.
[Fat Dragon's Postpartum Care] donated—10 Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings.
Additional message: [Before donating, you called me a beast, and I won't hold it against you. After donating, what should you call me? (Fat Dragon's wicked grin)]
Di Tian's little claw paused.
He quickly did the math in his head.
One Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring was ten million. Ten Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings... that was one hundred million.
His pupils