She clearly had never considered that what Russell was agonizing over was whether plagiarizing someone else's skills would trigger reciprocal plagiarism and cause him to lose control himself.
She simply sat quietly beside Russell, watching his profile without speaking—just quietly waiting for him to come back to his senses.
For someone burdened by sorrow, a certain amount of silence was necessary. And after the silence ended, the company of a friend was important too.
"Sorry, I zoned out for a moment."
In the end, Russell chose not to deconstruct the worldview of Jackie Chan Adventures and turn it into one of his domain skills.
His intuition told him that the moment he started deconstructing it, the Stellar Iron Universe could immediately be renamed the Jackie Chan Adventures Universe.
By then, the Xianzhou would instantly become District 13. Even a dog could stroll in and haul away the Ambrosial Arbor, while the Great Lords of Annihilation would be trapped in a furniture mall, unable to move an inch, and collectively end up in prison eating jail food.
"It's fine. Zoning out is perfectly normal."
Topaz expressed her understanding generously—though she herself never zoned out while working.
"By the way, want to have a drink together?"
Topaz snapped her fingers, and the particularly fat-bottomed Daoist Goose waddled out from beneath a pine tree, hauling out liquor that had been kept warm in a spring rather than chilled in a refrigerator.
Alcohol was not a good thing.
But when you were troubled, taking a couple of sips was clearly not a bad idea.
"Quack—wack!!"
Numby had returned at some point and swaggered over, dragging along a remarkably peculiar... block of ice?
"You want a couple of drinks too?"
Russell raised his glass toward the little fellow. Pig Director truly lived up to its