While Wind-Thunder chatted happily with the two Princesses, Ye Buyu, who had been captured and brought to Headquarters, was utterly bewildered.
"Damn the Salvation Hall of Fame! That bastard Chief! If I ever find out which godforsaken bastard founded the Salvation Hall of Fame, I'll skin them alive!"
"There's no living in this world anymore! How many years have we been sealed away? The tally marks on my arm have practically piled up into a mosaic."
"So what's a mosaic, anyway? Hey, newcomer, do you know?"
Ye Buyu, who had been nudged, had lost all will to live. Sitting among a crowd of Calamities, she swayed back and forth, offering no resistance as they pushed her around.
How could she resist? Even the weakest was at the peak of Level Thirteen!
Her face sallow, she looked at the cursing, muscular man and his fists the size of sandbags, feeling as though her nonexistent great-grandmother were flickering before her eyes.
Ever since a hand had dragged her into this place, she had been dumped into the Calamities' lair.
In her daze, she had only heard an utterly languid voice say,
"So annoying. They make so much noise every day that I can't sleep. I've added a layer of disguise to you. Go deal with them yourself."
And so a white-haired woman had screamed as she fell, crashing into the Calamity on duty as the sun and actually knocking the sun that illuminated this place out of the sky.
When she woke, she saw a crowd of Calamities surrounding her, terrifying her so badly that her brain shut down on the spot.
Her smile looked worse than tears. Sweat covered her forehead and palms as she immediately cursed,
"Screw you, Chief! I, Ye... will never coexist with you!"
As it turned out,