Lilith's development had grown increasingly absurd. At Magic Tool Academy, she lived out the same melodramatic routines as those trashy female-oriented novels—either someone framed her, or some green tea bitch showed up.
At the same time, all sorts of handsome men had gathered around her.
Lu Xingshi looked at the Magic Tool Academy, which had been stirred into utter chaos, and felt quite satisfied.
That was right. This was the absurdist style he wanted to see.
As a little nobody and marginal figure at the academy, he naturally watched the spectacle as a melon-eating bystander while shouting six-six-six.
But he had to stay farther away. Like the last time he had encountered a certain Overbearing President: Lilith had injured her hand while dueling a green tea bitch. It was only a scraped patch of skin, yet he had declared that everyone should be buried with Lilith.
Under normal circumstances, anyone with a brain would not say something like that. But the situation then had been abnormal. Everyone had been dumbed down into absurdists.
And then a group of unlucky bastards really had been dragged off and slaughtered by the Overbearing President's men.
Lu Xingshi had been far away at the time and fled at the first opportunity, which was why he had not been caught up in it.
Nothing much had come of it afterward. Every problem had been suppressed.
That Overbearing President was the only son of a major shareholder in a Magic Tool Mega-corporation. He had exercised a little willfulness, and that had been the end of it.
As for the passersby forced to be buried with Lilith, their families had been well settled. Once the compensation had been paid, there had been no further developments.
Of course, there might have been further developments. After all, not everyone