Tears welled up in his eyes and streamed down his cheeks.
He sat on the floor, eyes vacant, muttering the same things over and over.
"How could a genius like me, a food-type Soul Master with Innate Full Soul Power, be about to lose everything..."
"Is there anyone in this world who can protect me..."
"Is there any force that can deal with two Titled Douluo..."
"It's over... It's over..."
Suddenly, he began repeating something else. His voice grew louder and more frantic.
"Please, someone save me! Whoever saves my life, I'll be theirs from now on!"
"Please! A Titled Douluo would do! A Soul Douluo would do! Anyone! Who the hell will come save me?!"
No one answered.
Wind blew in through the doorway, tossing his hair across his face.
The only sound left in all of Shrek Academy was Oscar's voice echoing through the hall.
"Say something, damn it! You're all forcing me! You're all forcing me!"
By the time he finally shouted those words, his voice had gone hoarse.
The Douluo Era.
The Pope's Bedchamber.
Bibi Dong stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, her hands clasped behind her back.
Her golden robe trailed across the floor, and her scepter leaned against the wall.
Her gaze passed through the glass and settled on the distant mountains. Her brows drew together.
"I never expected this Shrek Academy to have such a genius—a food-type Soul Master with Innate Full Soul Power."
She murmured to herself.
"It seems the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is about to make a move against him."
She turned, picked up her scepter, and ran her palm over the patterns carved into its shaft.
Her eyes fell on the gem at its tip, which reflected half her face.
"No."
Her voice rose slightly.
"We can't waste a talent like this."
"If he can become the God of Food as long as he cultivates fast enough, then we can't let him go."
She strode toward the bedchamber door, her footsteps echoing through the hall.
Her robe billowed behind her.
"First, we need to bring him back."
The corners of her mouth lifted slightly, her eyes icy.
"These geniuses have no future except under the banner of my Spirit Hall!"
She pushed open the bedchamber door. Light poured in and fell across her face.
"Yue Guan! Gui Mei!"
Her voice rang throughout the Pope's Palace.
"Leave for Shrek Academy at once. That boy called Oscar—I've set my sights on him."
At the end of the corridor, two figures appeared and dropped to one knee. "As you command, Your Holiness."
Bibi Dong tightened her grip on the scepter and strode forward.
She passed through the corridor, across the square, and by statue after statue, the daylight falling across her shoulders.
"The people the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect wants, I'll take for myself."
Her voice was soft.
"Two Titled Douluo? Hah."
She quickened her pace and slammed her scepter against the ground. It landed with a muffled thud.
"Not one of them will get away!"
While the various factions were making their moves over Shrek, the sharp critique of Ning Rongrong on the Light Screen was still far from over.
So Chen Xin and the others from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect hadn't had time to head to Shrek Academy yet.
As they discussed the matter, everyone continued watching the Light Screen.
On the Light Screen.
[If joining Shrek and getting PUA'd into falling for Oscar was Ning Rongrong's stupid "main course,"]
[then her so-called hotheaded, impulsive behavior was just the pure, unadulterated "side dish." Classic!]
[Look closer at the story: that idiot spent every day flaunting the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's name and pulling a whole string of brainless stunts.]
[Did she really think she was the Soul Master World's princess?]
[She arrived at Shrek playing the obedient girl, then slacked off and lied as soon as training began.]
[When Flender exposed her on the spot, she suddenly remembered she was the "Little Witch" and even dared to threaten the dean?]
[I can't even!]
[And then it gets even more outrageous: Dai Mubai wanted to teach her a lesson, so she actually offered Tang San money to kill him?]
[Seriously, has that tiny brain of yours shrunk down to a walnut kernel?]
[You're an auxiliary Soul Master who sneaked out without a single bodyguard, and you still dared to insult Flender?]
[What if he really lost his temper? You'd be dead on the spot—and even if your sect avenged you afterward, could they bring you back to life?]
[And you wanted Tang San to kill Dai Mubai?]
[Dai Mubai was the big man on campus. Could Tang San take on Flender and the others by himself?]
[Could he kill Dai Mubai?]
[You'd need a walnut-sized brain to even follow that logic.]
[Tang San wasn't an idiot. Take your lousy money, then get himself killed afterward? Who'd take that deal?]
[Besides, your attitude kept changing. Either play the obedient girl from the start or throw a tantrum right away.]
[But you couldn't keep up the act halfway through, and still insisted on playing the good girl. What, did you get addicted to role-playing?]
[Just this alone shows Ning Rongrong's IQ—especially when it comes to social skills and weighing the pros and cons—is basically zero!]
[No, she's in the red!]
[Peak absurdity.]
[Later on, she took Tang San's Hidden Weapons back to the sect for testing and actually dared to use them with lethal intent against her own Sword Grandpa!]
[The story made it perfectly clear that Sword Douluo Chen Xin had to go to great lengths to neutralize those toxins. If he hadn't handled them properly, the damage could have been permanent.]
[Well, aren't you just terrified your Sword Grandpa might have too peaceful a life?]
[In the Douluo World, Soul Masters all hit hard but can't take a hit. Without Soul Power to protect them, their bodies are as fragile as paper.]
[One shot from your Hidden Weapon nearly forced your Sword Grandpa into early retirement. You thought he was living too long, huh?]
[It's suffocating. Is it her personality holding her back, or is she naturally stupid?]
[And in the later battle, Sword Douluo lost a hand, while she went to check on Tang San!]
[And that's not even mentioning how, later, her Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa stepped in to get Tang San back, leaving the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's entire foundation in ruins.]
[At a time like that, even the people from the Clear Sky Sect weren't so eager to jump in. Why was someone from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect so desperate to get involved?]
[Shouldn't you have wanted Tang Xiao and the other Titled Douluo from the Clear Sky Sect to take the lead?!]
[Of course, in the end, they got Tang San's corpse back.]
[But afterward, you saw that your Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa were gone!]
[You saw your father trying to figure out how to gather their remains!]
[And you just thought "sorry" in your heart, then walked away to check on Tang San first?]
[I can only say that's heartbreakingly cold.]
[Even Ning Fengzhi, a sect master who was a master schemer, showed more loyalty and affection than you did at that moment!]
[Do you really have no idea who treats you well, who protects you, and who's your own flesh and blood?]
[If your so-called Sword Grandpa and Gu Grandpa knew you wouldn't even spare a little time to gather their remains...]
[Maybe they'd just think they'd misjudged you.]
[And you ate an Immortal Herb and evolved your Martial Soul into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, but you neither told the sect where the Immortal Herb came from nor left behind a descendant who could inherit the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda?]
[In the end, you ascended to godhood in the Divine Realm while all your family died. Did you spare even a thought for the sect?]
[I'm too tired to keep ripping into the rest of this mess. Later on, Ning Rongrong became nothing more than an auxiliary attachment. Apart from getting tied to Oscar, she had no role at all.]
[In short: early Ning Rongrong was a brain-dead, absurd piece of trash!]
[Later, she was nothing but a tool for making Tang San and Oscar look good, and she couldn't even do that job properly—pathetic!]
[Sharp critique complete!]
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