The Scavenger Calamities were speechless. What was wrong with these three?
"Are all you people from the End of the World this entertaining?"
A few Calamities, eager to stir up more trouble, suddenly spoke with a laugh.
"You three seem to admire your Navigators quite a bit, but I really can't stand them. I'd like to hear you insult them a little. Name your price?"
This was outright provocation.
As long as they could get these people to start a conflict, they could use it as an excuse to rally the Calamities against them.
But the ill-intentioned Calamities heard no angry rebukes, only three voices speaking in perfect unison.
"You mean there's actually a deal that good?"
Their excitement made even the people of Judgment and Primordial Beginning Tower look over.
"Level Twelve materials. One piece per word, regardless of size."
I refuse to believe you'll actually insult them.
The next second, all three cleared their throats in unison.
The club-wielding woman swept out her hand. "Across the vast sea, ice rose a hundred fathoms high..."
"Hold Up the Heavens is a bunch of lunatics!"
"Past the sunken boat, a thousand sails swept by..."
"Everything is their fault!"
"A dappled horse, a coat worth a fortune..."
"Hold Up the Heavens is a bunch of utter bastards!"
Silence. Deathly silence.
The Calamities all looked dazed, their expressions a picture of brains rebooting.
They really were insulting them...
And why was it so catchy, so strangely addictive? Wait, were they getting completely carried away with this?!
The Calamity who had made the suggestion slowly backed away. Forget it. These people don't follow the script. Have they seen through my intentions and simply decided not to take the bait?
The sharp-eyed trio instantly looked over.
"Wait, customer! Are you trying to skip