How could she possibly show such a strange reaction?
Meanwhile, the man across from her had already opened Twitter, started taking pictures, and began spouting nonsense.
"How disgusting."
"Guys, laying hands on a man right from the start—when will this vile female gaze finally disappear from the world?"
Her expression darkened in an instant.
Well, damn.
He was altering her perception, taking pictures of her, and then putting her on blast on Twitter?
Without hesitation, Mobius threw another punch. This one carried the weight of a mountain as it shot straight toward Russell's face. If it landed, Russell would definitely scream like some unlucky guy who had transmigrated to Greece to become a pretty boy.
But Russell did not even blink.
--The same move could not work twice on a Saint, let alone when it had failed the first time.
As a row of skills that had just been turned off activated again, the world changed once more.
It was as though a filter had been placed over the entire world. The young man's face before her was so handsome.
He looked at her with deep affection.
As if he were looking at a lover he had loved through a hundred lifetimes.
Even a fierce woman like Mobius felt her body go limp.
Forget smashing her fist hard into that man's face.
Her whole brain seemed to have been steamed cooked by the heat rising from her embarrassment.
Did she really have to hit him?
He was just joking with her. At most, this could only be called fooling around, right?
If his face was ruined...
Someone obsessed with looks like Elysia would definitely dislike him, wouldn't she?
What if he ended up having a miserable life?
Maybe... she should forgive him instead.
Mobius's fist stopped once again. Looking at