Everyone stared at the screen without moving. The current plan had completely exceeded their expectations.
No one had imagined that Derivative Space would be like this. Women lay everywhere like trash, especially the Elf Queen, who had to watch helplessly as the attendant she trusted most sank into depravity.
Although many had grown accustomed to the existence of slaves, seeing these alluring young women reduced to slavery still made it impossible to accept.
Just as Li Ziran had thought, relying on a smile and a pure temperament alone, Rooney was already impossible to stand out. In this Derivative Space where women were a disaster, every kind of temperament had been wiped clean.
Li Ziran closed his eyes and carefully sensed the changes in the Void Spirit. Things were fairly good; there was still a faint connection.
He had to find a way to make the puppet stand out among these women. In his view, Rooney certainly had his preferences, and there would definitely be times when he was alone with the women. Those unique women with their own distinctive flavor could surely win his attention.
Perhaps he had to temporarily take the puppet's place.
In this situation, the puppet's simple intelligence alone simply could not handle it.
His consciousness shifted, and his thoughts slowly followed the connection to the puppet, gradually appearing upon the forked net bound by iron chains.
The sensation was faint, there and not there.
At the very center of Derivative Space, the women fought over Rooney's potions like carp. About half a quarter-hour later, he seemed to have grown tired of playing. Whip in hand, he stepped on the women and walked straight toward the chains at the edge.
He lightly lifted the Elf's chin with a finger, only to be greeted by a mouthful of