This round, the Light Screen's Sharp Critique had been merciless.
It had given many characters a far better understanding of Ning Rongrong's true nature.
So this girl wasn't merely lacking judgment—she was outrageously stupid, too?
Anyone with even a little sense would know better than to do the things she had done!
And Ning Rongrong wasn't just foolish. She was clearly an ungrateful wretch, too.
Perhaps she'd become Oscar's accessory in the future and had no choice.
But whatever the reason, her behavior was nauseating!
[Douluo Era 1 God of Evil]: "Well, damn. This Ning Rongrong is ruthless."
[Douluo Era 1 God of Evil]: "That Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa must be the most important elders in her life. And she just abandoned them like that?"
[Douluo Era 1 God of Evil]: "I may be the God of Evil, but even I couldn't be that heartless!"
[Douluo Era 1 God of Evil]: "Impressive, impressive!"
[Douluo Era 1 God of Destruction]: "Such a heartless, ungrateful person is truly despicable."
[Douluo Era 1 God of Destruction]: "Looking at it this way, even if that Oscar tricked her, she'd have had it coming..."
[Douluo Era 1 Ning Rongrong]: "No! How can this be?"
[Douluo Era 1 Ning Rongrong]: "This Light Screen must be fake! How could I not care for Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa in the future?"
[Douluo Era 1 Ning Rongrong]: "This Light Screen is slandering me!"
[Douluo Era 1 Oscar]: "Well, damn. You little brat look down on me, too? You're even more disgusting than I am!"
[Douluo Era 1 Oscar]: "And you've got the nerve to blame your future self?"
[Douluo Era 1 Ning Rongrong]: "Shut up! You scumbag! I'll kill you!"
[Douluo Era 1 Ning Rongrong]: "I must have been influenced by you in the future. You must have tricked me, and that's why I acted like that!"
[Douluo Era 1 Ning Rongrong]: "No, I don't want to become a god anymore! Dad, I want to kill this piece of trash!"
[Douluo Era 1 Ning Rongrong]: "Even if he can become the God of Food, I don't want to be with him or be influenced by him! I only want you and my two grandpas!"
[Douluo Era 1 God of Food]: "Hey! Don't make things up. I only said that Oscar had a chance. I never said I'd definitely pass my godhood on to him."
[Douluo Era 1 Nine-Colored Goddess]: "You there, Ning Rongrong, right? Ungrateful wretch that you are, I won't pass my godhood on to you!"
[Douluo Era 1 Nine-Colored Goddess]: "Forget it, darling. Let's block those two. They're disgusting..."
[Douluo Era 1 God of Food]: "All right, I'll listen to you, honey. We can wait. It's not like we won't find another successor."
[Douluo Era 1 Oscar]: "What? No, you bitch! You've cost me my godhood!"
[Douluo Era 1 Oscar]: "It's over, completely over! I've lost my chance at godhood, and now no one will protect me."
[Douluo Era 1 Oscar]: "I don't want to die! Who can shelter me? I don't want to die at the hands of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. I'm at least a food-type Soul Master with Innate Full Soul Power!"
[Douluo Era 2 He Caitou]: "I never thought Oscar, the legendary senior from Shrek's first generation of Seven Monsters, would end up in such a sorry state."
[Douluo Era 2 He Caitou]: "But if Senior Oscar can't inherit the God of Food's position, might I have a chance?"
[Douluo Era 1 God of Evil]: "Wait, the God of Food? Do all of you want to leave so badly? You're all looking for successors without a second thought?"
[Douluo Era 2 Ji Dong]: "Uh, actually, Senior Evil, you're not much different. Pretty soon, you'll XXX to XX!"
[Douluo Era 1 God of Evil]: "What are you babbling about now? I don't even know you."
[Douluo Era 1 God of Evil]: "Forget it. I've seen today's Sharp Critique. Boring..."
Although time flowed differently in the Divine Realm and the lower realm, the Light Screen seemed able to force the two sides into sync.
That was another thing that made the gods of the Divine Realm feel uneasy.
Even they had to wait a whole day.
Still, most of the characters were more concerned about this Ning Rongrong business.
There was no denying it: the girl was so stupid it was hard to believe.
The Douluo Era.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
The Light Screen faded, but the images from the future took root in everyone's hearts.
In the main hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong dropped straight to her knees.
"I'm sorry, Sword Grandpa. I'm sorry, Bone Grandpa."
Her voice had been trembling from the start—not with timid unease, but with genuine fear.
She knelt before Chen Xin and Gu Rong, head lowered, as if she wanted to fold herself into the floor.
"Rongrong knows these things happen in the future. They haven't happened yet. But... but they really are my fault."
Her voice tightened.
"I would never stop caring about you in the future. I'm sorry, Sword Grandpa. I'm sorry, Bone Grandpa."
Her shoulders shook.
"Rongrong would never do something like that. You'll always be my most important family!"
Her last words came out almost as a shout, choked with tears, as if she were trying to drag herself out of that terrifying future.
She looked up at Chen Xin and Gu Rong, tears filling her eyes and blurring her vision.
Chen Xin said nothing.
He stood there, looking at Ning Rongrong kneeling on the ground. His usually gentle face was expressionless.
The images on the Light Screen still turned over and over in his mind, weighing on his heart.
He had lived for so many years, and had long been prepared to die at any moment to protect the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
But he had never thought that after his death, no one would even come to collect his body.
No, someone had come to collect it.
Feng Zhi.
But Rongrong, the granddaughter he and Old Bone loved most, couldn't even spare that little bit of time.
Chen Xin closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.
It was as if he were trying to sigh away all his heartbreak, yet somehow couldn't quite manage it.
He stepped forward, bent down, and reached out to help Ning Rongrong up.
His movements were as gentle as ever, just as they had been throughout her childhood.
But there was no smile on his face. The look that had always made the corners of his mouth lift whenever he saw Rongrong was gone.
"Rongrong, Grandpa doesn't blame you."
His voice was flat, as if he were stating something that didn't matter.
"If something like that really happens in the future, Old Bone and I will already be dead. What difference would it make whether you collected our bodies or not?"
"Old Bone and I won't know what happens to our bodies, anyway."
He paused.
"Rongrong, don't worry. You'll always be our most important granddaughter."
Ning Rongrong froze.
She understood every word. They were all words of comfort and affection, no different from the things she had always heard from him.
And yet she could tell something was wrong. It was as though something had changed, something she couldn't quite put into words, something that had vanished from Chen Xin's voice.
That particular tenderness, the unreserved tenderness he showed only to her.
Ning Rongrong's tears finally fell—not because she felt guilty, but because she was afraid.
She suddenly realized there was a crack between her and Sword Grandpa.
It was tiny, fine as a hair, but she could see it clearly.
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