But now, that wouldn't work anymore.
He was actually afraid, or rather, felt fear.
What if something irreversible happened?
He had simply displaced the source of his fear onto the Damn Text itself.
All along, the Damn Text might not have cared much for ordinary humans.
After all, there were too many humans in this world.
But it had truly been kind to him, better than many so-called bewitching cult followers' evil gods.
After all, which deity would offer their follower ice cream?
And when he complained about the Damn Text, wasn't it actually his own fault?
Why hadn't he stripped Medros of his rights in the Emerald Origin sooner, and had everyone control Medros right away?
Luo Xi glanced at the text box that he had dragged to the edge of his field of vision.
"Damn Text, are you there?"
No reply.
The text box remained as it was before.
Was that guy angry too?
He hadn't decided to give up on him and look for someone else, had he?
