Mousie was heartbroken...
It had always seen itself as the core of the team, the top strategist who Cultivators and everyone trusted, the pillar of the Family, the beloved entrepreneur, Serena's number one. (Strike the last one.)
But now, it had hit rock bottom again.
Once or twice was still okay, but how many times had it been now?
Doesn't Mousie have any face left?
Or is everything at this moment just the delusion of the hamster in the sewer system before its death?
"Ouch ouch ouch..."
Mousie stretched out its paw and pinched its Mouse Incarnation's arm, then, smacked away by a broom, tumbled a few times to confirm this was not an illusion.
But why...
It was supposed to be the Thousand-faced Soul Rat that deceived everything, so how come it now couldn't tell what was real and what was not?
"Is this wretched rat finally going to wake up?" Gary Smith saw Mousie's look, found it both amusing and helpless, and though he always tormented it, he cared no less for Mousie.
