"Oh."
The general continued typing.
"What fucking Sea God Fleet? What fucking strategic deterrence? You've got a few pieces of scrap metal and you really think you're invincible?"
The more Gu Yuena spoke, the angrier she became.
Her tail had merely stopped swaying before; now it was smacking the table with sharp slaps.
"You dare make enemies of Star Dou? What the hell are you? When I was alive, your so-called First-generation Sea God, Poseidon, could only kneel before me and wag his tail in pathetic supplication. He had to kowtow and beg me to leave humanity a way to survive. What makes you think you can?"
Xie Xie's typing slowed.
It wasn't that he couldn't type. He simply couldn't believe what he was doing.
He was nine years old, a student at Eastsea Academy, and the worst thing he had ever done was probably skip class now and then.
Yet today, he was helping a World-Destroying Dragon draft a diplomatic note to the Federation's highest official account.
The message was—you're all trash.
Xie Xie suddenly felt that his position as general might not be ceremonial after all.
It might even be a little too real.
"Keep going," Gu Yuena urged.
Xie Xie swallowed. "Go on."
Gu Yuena's gaze was icy. "Tell Sea God Tang San to come. I want to see what exactly the so-called inheritor of the Sea God has become after thirty thousand years."
After finishing, Xie Xie hesitated. "Send it?"
Gu Yuena said, "Send it."
"Really send it?"
"Are you even my general?"
"Send it!"
Slap.
Sent.
Looking at the successful transmission notice, Xie Xie's heart skipped half a beat.
Then Gu Yuena used her spiritual power to send him an image.
"Send this too."
Xie Xie opened it, and his pupils abruptly widened.
In the