"Manager, why did you borrow that what-do-you-call-it, the anything door?" Betty asked curiously while washing dishes.
"Because I wanted to test it out, but I didn't expect that anything door to be so fragile." Chen Ze shrugged; he felt that the Magic Circle's tolerance had its limits, and if exceeded, it would automatically get disintegrated by the Magic Circle.
It seems he would have to limit the use of spatial magic and technology in the future; otherwise, it would be troublesome if it got damaged. Take, for example, what if one day Tony Stark took it into his head to test the power of the gemstones in Chen Ze's restaurant? Would the Purple Sweet Potato Spirit still be snapping its fingers then?
"Eh~" Betty wore an 'I-knew-there-was-something-wrong-with-you' expression.
"Manager, do you have burgers? I'll have one," a somewhat familiar voice said, and Chen Ze stuck his head out to see a weary Tony Stark walking in.
