There were some things in this world that were truly cruel.
Most of the time, even if you exhausted everything to obtain something that did not belong to you, you still could not make it work as effectively as its true owner could.
Repeatedly forcing the issue was merely trying to unlock a lock that did not belong to you. In the end, you could never cross the towering wall known as talent.
Just like in fantasy stories, villains who paid enormous prices still failed to cultivate the divine arts and artifacts of heaven's chosen; female supporting characters who imitated the fated heroine could never win back even a fleeting glance from the man they loved.
Fang Ran deeply understood that at this moment.
No matter how much trouble he caused for himself, as long as F-233 acted cute and called out, he could never resist forgiving it.
But when he tried the same trick in response to Ling's question, whose eyes were radiating such wholesome kindness, it somehow did not work at all.
It even had the opposite effect.
And so, at this very moment, inside the Mechanical Micro-City beneath the Night Bureau—
A 'human-shaped Meteor Hammer' was being swung so hard it left afterimages, its arc stretched to the fullest.
At the same time, screams far more robust than before rang out in heart-wrenching agony, mixed with a sharp, furious, icy voice gritting its teeth.
"I told you, I told you so seriously, and you still threw every last word of it out of your head, didn't you?!"
"Ahhhhh!!!"
"And not only the Dead Line, you actually provoked Final Ruler too! So should I praise you for only running into Sea Calamity at the start!?"
"Ahhhhhh!!!"
"Do you know that the reason you're still alive isn't because you