The Pagoda Master's office, on the 107th floor of the Spirit Pagoda.
"Yohohohoho! Yun Ming, Shrek, so your day has finally come!"
After finishing his official duties, Qiangu Dongfeng saw the online discourse about Shrek's defeat and felt that even the air he breathed had grown fresher.
Ever since he had sued Shrek, his life as Pagoda Master had grown more and more comfortable. Although it had made no substantive difference, being able to disgust them was good enough.
Who could have imagined it? Who could have imagined Shrek would actually lose~ Unthinkable, unthinkable, they delivered their own faces right to the door to be slapped~ Looking at the negative news flying everywhere, Qiangu Dongfeng closed his eyes.
His consciousness seemed to break free of the present moment, racing toward countless tomorrows that had yet to happen.
He witnessed countless paths public opinion could take. Only in the branch without him did the continent lose.
They scream louder than anyone when they're wronged, shrink back faster than anyone when someone else starts a fight, then turn around and play neutral.
How could something like this possibly happen without me? Start the fight and I'll follow in a heartbeat, all right? This is our bond!
Qiangu Dongfeng's ten fingers flew across the soul guidance keyboard. Indignation surged in his chest, and he could hardly conceal the excitement on his face.
He sought no sprawling ten-thousand-word essay, only a handful of lines that would puncture Shrek's public renown and revisit the bloodshed in Mingdu, gathering the calamities suffered by countless common people into metered verse, its edge hidden in the words, yet every line piercing the heart.
When his emotions reached their peak, countless thoughts surged from the depths of his heart. Without any laborious deliberation, they flowed endlessly through his fingertips.