In the vast evil space, there were more than one or two small battlefields. At the end of the day, it was due to the evil main core.
After being blackmailed by the powerful evil race Mantoha whom he had just summoned not long ago and asked for a work-related injury, the supervisor laughed in anger.
It was so busy that it didn't even have time to look at the emergency prompt notifications in the evil space. It could only create split cores and assign them tasks. And now Mantoha was causing it even more trouble, bringing with it two small pieces of the octopus body and asking for compensation.
"You can't even complete the small task I gave you. How do you, a good-for-nothing evil creature, have the right for me to heal you?!" When one was anxious and annoyed, it was inevitable that one's emotions would be reflected in one's words.
