Divine Advent: Dawn

"White Ze? That's a lovely name." The female reporter felt that the name suited him perfectly—white and lustrous.

"Thank you." Bai Ye mischievously imitated White Ze's mannerisms and smiled.

As for God-Taboo Object 039, White Ze, he loathed him deeply. Other than the Painter, White Ze was the person he hated most.

The Painter might have been a little scheming, but at least he could take the blame.

What use was White Ze? He had stolen the precious knowledge Bai Ye had accumulated over many years. The thought of it made his teeth itch.

That was why Bai Ye had deliberately used the [Black Nether Ghost Mask] to assume White Ze's appearance today. He was making that brat take the blame too.

The female reporter was so mesmerized by Bai Ye's smile that she nearly turned into an embryo. She had never imagined there could be such a perfect man in the world, and she completely forgot what she was supposed to ask.

She stammered, embarrassed by the feeling that every word had vanished from her mind just as it reached her lips.

In her panic, she began babbling nonsense. "Um... Mr. White Ze, are you here for the press conference too?"

The moment the words left her mouth, the reporter's face flushed as red as fire.

It's over! Why did I ask such a stupid question?

Isn't everyone here attending the press conference? Why else would they be here?

Will he think I'm an idiot...?

Bai Ye had no idea she had gone through so much inner drama in such a short time. He smiled and said, "I'm here to kidnap the Apocalypse Chairman."

"Oh, so you're here to kidnap... Hm!? Ah?" The female reporter froze, then burst out laughing. "Mr. Bai, you're so funny."

Mr. Bai must have