"Zaozao, are you okay?"
Noticing Qian'ai Zaozao's condition, Xiaoling curiously glanced at the comic in front of her. Hadn't she not even reached the part where the kitty died for the third time yet?
She couldn't take it already?
Though it was pretty brutal too.
"Wait, let me catch my breath!"
Qian'ai Zaozao hurriedly waved her hands. This kind of plot was a little too much for her.
Kosma had thought he was shrouded by the shadows of his past and struggled with his choice. He had hoped Hua would deceive Griseo and inject his data into the painting without using his own colors, creating a version of himself that would not hesitate—a hero.
Hua, on the other hand, believed Griseo should make her own choice. And Griseo chose to keep using Kosma's colors, painting him exactly as he was.
It showed that Kosma himself had already done it—affirming the value of those who sacrificed themselves, no longer wavering in the face of choices, bearing the burden of his excessive Honkai mutation while retaining a hero's heart.
And so Kosma would not be lonely, Griseo painted herself into it as well.
When Kosma had entered the battlefield earlier... and then fallen at the hands of the Herrscher of Corruption, Qian'ai Zaozao, already used to this kind of emotional devastation, had not actually felt much.
But little Griseo's part was truly unbearable!
Griseo simply stood calmly before the Herrscher of Corruption. She neither fought back nor attacked, just allowed the Herrscher of Corruption to... slowly, little by little, corrupt her.
That feeling... was practically like slowly carving up a little girl! Especially when the process kept focusing on the scenes around her, forcing you to watch helplessly as the studio gradually collapsed...
All she could say was, it was so damn