Oscar Joins Spirit Hall! Shrek Collapses!

Gu Rong stood to the side, watching all of this, and in the end, his heart softened.

He stepped forward, his voice deliberately softened.

"That's right, Rongrong, it's alright. These things haven't happened, and even if they were true, we wouldn't blame you."

Yet that tone was identical to Chen Xin's.

Flat, restrained, like he was soothing a child who had made a mistake, rather than holding his own precious jewel.

Ning Rongrong was trembling all over.

She was afraid, truly afraid.

She would rather her Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa scold her, hit her, or even disown her, than endure this.

This kind of gentleness was more terrifying than indifference, because it meant they were still considering her feelings, yet they had already withdrawn their hearts.

From this day forward, she feared she would lose the genuine affection of her two grandfathers.

Ning Fengzhi had been standing to the side, not saying a single word from beginning to end.

His face had turned livid.

He watched his daughter kneeling on the ground crying, watched his two uncles comforting her in that heartbreaking tone, and watched everything fall to pieces.

The images from the Light Screen replayed in his mind over and over: the corpses of Uncle Sword and Uncle Bone, their bodies not yet cold.

And his daughter, the daughter he had poured his heart and soul into raising, couldn't even find the time to return to collect their remains.

All for that Shrek, all for that Tang San.

Ning Fengzhi suddenly erupted in rage.

"Rongrong, oh Rongrong!"

His voice exploded in the hall, and Ning Rongrong shuddered.

"It was fine when you were mischievous and Uncle Sword and Uncle Bone spoiled you!"

"But in the future, your Uncle Sword and Uncle Bone lose their lives for the sake of your damn Shrek Academy!"

"Can you not even spare a moment to collect their bodies?!"

Ning Fengzhi's voice was trembling, not from age, but from fury.

"For the sake of your man, for the sake of your so-called Shrek Academy, can you not even spare that much time, that much heart!"

The hand he pointed at Ning Rongrong was shaking.

"You, you haven't just disappointed Uncle Sword and Uncle Bone, you have completely disappointed me!!"

Ning Fengzhi gritted his teeth, the veins on his temples bulging.

"I, I... I wish I could strike you down with one slap right now!!"

His palm rose, then fell, rose again, and fell again.

In the end, he did not strike, not because of pity, but because hitting her was useless.

The events had already occurred, the future had already been exposed, and the whole world had seen what kind of person his daughter was.

Ning Fengzhi clutched his chest, which felt as heavy as if a stone were lodged inside.

He had been skilled at calculations since he was young, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had flourished under his hand, but he never calculated against his two uncles because he held them dear in his heart.

In the original timeline, he was the one who collected the bodies of Chen Xin and Gu Rong in the end; not because he was idle, but because he remembered.

Yet his daughter did not remember.

"Forget it."

Ning Fengzhi's voice suddenly dropped, as if all his strength had been drained away.

"You have grown up, and you are independent now; I can no longer control you."

"There is no use saying anything more now; stay here and reflect on yourself."

He turned around, faced Chen Xin and Gu Rong, and bowed deeply.

"I am sorry, Uncle Sword, Uncle Bone. It is my failure in raising her that has chilled your hearts. But no matter what, I will always be your child."

Chen Xin and Gu Rong exchanged a glance, both shaking their heads helplessly.

They looked at Ning Rongrong, who was still kneeling on the ground, their lips moving as if they wanted to say something more.

But the words reached their lips and were swallowed back down.

What was there to say?

To say it didn't matter?

But it clearly did.

To tell her to stop crying?

But what use was crying?

The two said nothing, found a random excuse, turned, and left the hall.

Ning Fengzhi left as well.

When he left, he glanced at Ning Rongrong. There was no anger in that gaze, nor was there any heartache; there was only disappointment.

That kind of disappointment weighed heavier than any other emotion, so heavy that Ning Rongrong could barely catch her breath.

The hall was empty.

Only Ning Rongrong remained, kneeling on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

Douluo Era.

Shrek Academy.

Oscar knelt on the ground, his entire body slumped like a pile of mud.

"It's over, everything is over."

His voice was so hollow it didn't sound like he was speaking to anyone, but rather talking to himself.

There was no light in his eyes, and his face was as pale as paper.

He didn't want to look at the things on the Light Screen, but he had, and he had seen them clearly.

The God of Food would no longer pass the godhood to him. Even if he broke through to become a Titled Douluo before the age of forty, it would be useless; without a godhood, everything was empty.

Furthermore, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would not let him go.

That Ning Rongrong had pinned all the blame on him in the comment section. All of it.

Oscar knelt on the ground, his body limp.

"It's over. I'm afraid I won't be able to escape this calamity after all."

He raised his head, a trace of madness appearing in his eyes.

"If I run away now, is there still a chance?"

Ma Hongjun, standing to the side, frowned. He didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only go along with his words.

"Running away should still be an option, right?"

"Little Ao, don't take it too hard. Although the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is powerful, they aren't the kings of the entire Douluo Continent. At worst, you can just hide in the Star Luo Empire."

Oscar muttered, "The Star Luo Empire?"

"That place seems alright, and since the Star Luo Empire is at odds with the Heaven Dou Empire, perhaps they could protect me?"

Dai Mubai spoke up from the side, his voice much deeper than usual. "Little Ao, Fatty is right. You should just go to the Star Luo Empire."

"Right now, the only ones in this world who can protect you are the Clear Sky Sect, the Star Luo Empire, and the Spirit Hall."

"You can seek refuge with any of these three factions."

"If it really comes down to it, I'll give you some money for travel expenses."

Oscar's eyes slowly brightened. The light was unnatural, carrying the fanaticism of a dying man clutching at a straw.

"That's right, there are only these three factions left!"

He scrambled up from the ground, moving quickly, as if he had suddenly found his strength.

"I must find someone to protect me. No matter what, I must survive!"

His voice grew louder and louder.

"I clearly didn't do anything, yet I'm being bullied by this so-called Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"

"Is there no justice in this world? Is there no law?!"

He gasped for air, his eyes bloodshot.

"Furthermore, as long as I can survive, I will take revenge!"

"Fine, so the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect wants to kill me, do they?"

"Alright then, just wait until I rise to power. You all just wait, I will definitely come back!"

His voice was practically a roar.

"And that bitch Ning Rongrong!"

"You don't think I'm good enough for you? Once I rise to power, I'll make sure to capture you and ravage you mercilessly!"

"Damn the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, damn Ning Rongrong!"

After venting, he suddenly calmed down, muttering at a rapid pace:

"If I want to rise quickly, is going to the Star Luo Empire feasible? Should I—"

"Should you simply join our Spirit Hall instead?"

A feminine, sinister voice suddenly cut in.

Everyone froze, turning their heads in unison.

The figures of Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo had appeared behind them at some point, as if they had grown out of the shadows.

Oscar did not feel afraid; he did not even retreat, merely staring at them with unblinking eyes.

Chrysanthemum Douluo let out a laugh, his voice thin and slow.

"We can avenge you, and we can help you capture that Ning Rongrong."

"When the time comes, our Spirit Hall can make you the strongest Food-system Spirit Master in history."

Oscar's expression shifted.

That fanaticism, that madness, that yearning that burned all fear and despair into ash—it was all written across his face.

His lips trembled, not from fear, but from excitement.