Familiar computer screen.
Li Ang leaned back in his chair, his brow slightly furrowed as he toyed with the purple and white Minor Master Ball in his hand.
Chaichai floated out from his chest, without any awareness or shame for having watched the spectacle for so long without doing a thing, cheerfully returning to the living room to play.
This Chaichai had grown lazier and lazier. She once put some thought into helping analyze the direction of the script world, but now she couldn't even be bothered to think, having switched to full movie-watching mode. She was practically expecting Li Ang to cut a hole in his stomach to store popcorn and cola for her.
Though he could actually do that.
"Pass the message to the others, at all costs, win the Gate Competition in the second phase of the killing game...," Li Ang muttered Gandalf's last words.
