"Hey, is anyone going to do something about this? It's been a whole fucking hour! Isn't this going a little too far?"
Suspended in the sky, Zuo Ci was genuinely out of ideas. He'd been stuck hanging there for a whole goddamn hour. This was torture.
And could those bare-assed bird people stop singing already? They were so annoying they were giving him a headache.
"System, get out here. Stop playing dead and help me think of something."
With no other options, Zuo Ci had to drag out the system, which had been playing dead all this time.
[Can't help, thanks. You made this mess, so clean it up yourself. ( ᖛ ̫ ᖛ )ʃ)]
"Hey, don't you have any sympathy? I'm your host, for crying out loud! Are you just going to watch me suffer?"
[You could imagine yourself as a strip of cured meat. That should make it a lot more bearable. (˘ㅂ˘ )]
"Oh, right. I'll try... try my fucking ass!"
Looking at the infuriating system, Zuo Ci honestly wanted to beat it up. What a rotten piece of junk...
Still, annoying as the system was, it wasn't wrong. With his current balance, Zuo Ci would have a hard time ending the state God had put him in.
Of course, it wasn't as though he had no options. He could redeem another Conversation Ticket, talk to God, and ask him to release him.
But whether God would even answer aside, a single use cost a hundred trillion US dollars. He really couldn't bear to spend that much.
"Forget it. I'll just hang here and go AFK for a while. It's bound to end sooner or later..."
Beep, beep, beep!
Just as Zuo Ci was complaining, the Communicator he always carried suddenly rang.
"How