The Black King Who Could Not Be Recorded

The next day.

Countless newspapers fluttered across the lands of North Mang like snowflakes.

"Mirror Society's star reporter Li Li's exclusive interview with the Black King! Limited copies available, first come, first served!"

"Shocking! The Apocalypse Chairman knelt before the Black King—the reason behind it was actually..."

"The Zoo Warden, one of the Ten Kings, announced war against Apocalypse last night!"

"The Black King, Head of the Ten Kings, descended upon Dawn City, slaughtered a million troops, and captured the Apocalypse Chairman alive!"

"The East Continent Federation has declared that it will spare no expense to capture the Black King!"

"Give me a newspaper!"

"I want one too."

"Don't grab it, that one's mine!"

Today, the owners of all the major newspapers were grinning from ear to ear, as if it were New Year's.

Newspaper sales had skyrocketed. Every batch printed was immediately snatched up.

Those with the means stayed home and watched the television news.

In the era of the Great Cataclysm, televisions were luxury goods. Subtle changes in the fundamental laws of physics had made signal transmission exceptionally difficult.

Televisions themselves were not expensive. What cost money was laying the specialized wiring needed to transmit the signals.

Ordinary families simply could not afford it.

After getting up that morning, Bai Ye and An Xiaotong sat on the sofa with milk and bread, eating as they watched the news.

An Xiaotong dropped a sugar cube into her milk and took a small sip. The rich milk and sweet sugar melted across her tongue at the same time.

A pale streak of milk clung to the corner of her lips, but she had forgotten to wipe it away. The sweetness curled her lips into a crescent smile.

"Do you add sugar?"

"No. I'm afraid of getting diabetes."

An Xiaotong's smile