Stop
"A tool?"
"You weren't lying."
"But why did you care so much about the life and death of a tool?"
"If a tool broke, shouldn't you replace it with a new one?"
Even with its mechanical synthesized voice, it displayed confusion at this moment.
It did not understand Qin Ran's definition of a tool.
Or rather...
It did not understand what thriftiness was.
"Replace it with a new one?"
"Heh."
After letting out a cold laugh that left the other party even more confused, Qin Ran's Demon Flame blazed in his hand and shot toward it like a falling meteor.
Boom!
Flames surged and exploded.
Amid the blast, Qin Ran's roar echoed through the entire hall.
"It is special to me!"
"It is one of a kind!"
"It cannot be replaced!"
His voice reverberated, nearly drowning out the explosion.
A strange gleam flashed through the Higher Evil Spirit's eyes as it fought against the wall, and its face showed emotion.
"Contractor, you..."
The Higher Evil Spirit instinctively wanted to say something, but before it could finish, Qin Ran's next roar drowned it out.
"Without it, where would I find another tool that worked so tirelessly and wasn't afraid of dying?"
The Higher Evil Spirit's words came to an abrupt stop.
The emotion on its face vanished as well, leaving only blankness.
Then, it crouched in the corner just like that.
"I knew it."
"I'm a tool."
"A useful tool."
"My heart is so tired, so cold. I really want to return to the East Coast and spend the rest of my life there."
Even as it muttered under its breath, the Higher Evil Spirit never took its eyes off the battle nearby.
After the waves of flame rolled away, the cone-shaped object was completely unharmed.
At least, that was