Lin Yan remained expressionless.
"When you, the Silver Dragon King, acted like a rat and stole someone else's instant noodles, why weren't you embarrassed then?"
Gu Yuena showed no hint of guilt.
"That was a strategic requisition of supplies."
"Oh."
Lin Yan simply shoved the other two eggs into her claws as well.
"Just eat."
Gu Yuena instantly quieted down, cradling three eggs in her claws, her tail swishing like a broom.
A moment ago, she had been furious with embarrassment. Now, satisfaction radiated from every inch of the dragon.
Lin Yan couldn't be bothered with her and lowered his head to eat his noodles.
The room finally enjoyed a brief spell of quiet.
But after only two mouthfuls, Lin Yan's movements slowed.
His chopsticks stopped at the rim of his bowl, and his brows gradually furrowed.
"Also, turn off the communicator. That noise is making my ears hurt."
Gu Yuena bit off half an egg and froze.
"What communicator? I already turned it off."
The man and the dragon looked down at the same time.
The communicator's screen on the table had long since gone dark.
The room was perfectly quiet. There wasn't a sound.
Yet the waves of chaotic prayers beside Lin Yan's ears had not stopped.
"True Creator..."
"Source of all worlds..."
"Please hear us..."
"Please have mercy..."
The voices weren't entering through his ears. They seemed to rise directly from the depths of his consciousness, now distant, now close, countless voices overlapping.
Male, female, old, young, fanatical, terrified.
Beyond those, there were also immeasurable amounts of fear, despair, madness, bloodlust, and the desire to survive.
They mingled with the voices, pouring straight into his consciousness as though from somewhere impossibly far away.
Lin Yan slowly set down his chopsticks.
Gu Yuena also noticed something was wrong