"Fuck this life, it's unbearable."
The Fairy King began to curse inwardly; at this moment, she felt as if she had been thrown into an incinerator. She was surrounded by scorching high temperatures, the greedy flames licking her skin, turning her originally delicate and soft body into charred flesh, fusing skin and muscle together in indescribable pain that surged violently throughout her.
Who could withstand such excruciating pain of being burned alive? Even the Fairy King, typically more tolerant of pain, found it difficult to bear at this moment.
But she had no choice but to clench her teeth desperately, trying her best not to let her body tremble, because she was now the Grand Inquisitor, Lord Clown, the chief examiner of this assessment. If she were to convulse, rolling on the ground and screaming, her career in the Judgment Court could be declared over on the spot.
Alas, burdened by such unscrupulous seniors, the poor and suffering Fairy King felt miserable in her heart.
