Chapter 57: The Unexpected Second Fiddle

“Let’s talk about this—before you become truly famous, is there a way for you to gain recognition without being overwhelmed by work?” Su Orange pondered, stroking her chin thoughtfully.

These past two days, they had been spinning like tops, never stopping for a moment. Even this lunch break was a rare sliver of time they’d stolen from their hectic schedule.

Su Orange’s grand ambitions had barely begun before they were already at an end.

“Big stars are truly busy. I used to think that was just a marketing ploy…”

However, Dongfang Yuping’s speed relied on the power of the superhuman suit. That’s how he could keep fighting at such a pace—at worst, it just meant burning through more energy.

Seated at the head of the table, Long Yinxie swept his gaze over the woman in white. The astonishment in his eyes was hard to conceal, yet he still couldn’t help but steal a glance at his brother’s expression. Pity—it was the same cold indifference as always.

He was willing to endure anything, to fight tirelessly, all for the sake of using the last light of his life to give his son the chance to one day speak with his head held high.

This, instead, stirred up other emotions among the players. Soon, people from all the major factions began to move, some bringing many with them, some only a few. In the ensuing chaos, it was impossible to tell who belonged to which power.

The three children, once full, soon grew restless and ran off to play. Liang Gong let out a loud, satisfied burp, making Liang Xi giggle with delight.

“Dragon, Brother Zhao is asking you—can you still fight or not?” Fang Junkai, disappointed at the poor start, urged him on.

Thus, Speechless Firmament could only retreat in exasperation, dodging and putting more distance between them once again.

But even if he were a deity, so what? In the Realm of Yama, didn’t I still manage to ambush and kill him?

Lian nodded. Indeed, if you ruled out the most suitable option—the synthetic beast Chimera—then only one creature remained: the Abomination.

“Yes, and there’s the great beauty too. She’s part of the family,” Red Peach added, trying to shift her weight, only to tug at her wound and grimace in pain.

In the dead of night, Xiao Yuyin awoke, unable to find peace again. The shocking reds of her dreams, the savage wounds—she’d grown used to them over the years, viewed them with indifference, yet they remained etched in her memory.

Xia He didn’t want to push too hard—if he did, he had a hundred ways to make Juno III lose face, leaving him trapped within Juno City, not daring to extend a single claw.

Luo Qinghan rubbed her temples, feeling the fog in her mind lift just a little.

She was already a seventh-level sword cultivator, just a step away from the Immortal realm. In this world, there were few stronger than her.

His face was warm and kindly; anyone unacquainted would take him for a gentle elder. Yet Liu Xie sensed, with uncanny clarity, that in this temple, only he could perceive the man—his voice, strangely penetrating, seemed to cut through the clamor as though they existed in two separate dimensions.

Zhao Siqi halted, turning her head. Somehow, Ye Zifan, who had been right beside her, had stopped as well, gazing ahead in a trance.

Asra had the same intention, so Muses’s letter was urging Asra to seize more territory while the strongest of the demon race had been eliminated. The entire Demon Domain wasn’t fully breached, but the central region—a span of six thousand miles—had already been destroyed.

Ju Kun was knocked to the ground with a single punch, but Lei Sheng’s strength was so immense that he sent Ju Kun skidding across the earth for several meters.

Xia He fought while letting his mind wander, directly designing the duchy’s troop types within his Lunar Immortal Ring.

Before the words were out, An Ruo’s hands wrapped around Lu Ling’s left arm like octopus tentacles, holding on tight. “Heh, now you’re not going anywhere,” she joked, though inside she was even more delighted.