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Aji's lips began to tremble. His upper teeth chattered against his lower teeth, his face was ashen white, his cheekbones were high and prominent, but his cheeks were deeply sunken.

His eyes were wide open, his pupils darting back and forth in their sockets, but he dared not look at the sky again.

"No...it's impossible..." he finally managed to squeeze out a few words.

The voice was so soft it was like a mosquito's hum, only he could hear it, each word rolling on the tip of his tongue with a noticeable tremor.

He hunched his neck, his hands gripping the hem of his clothes tightly, his knuckles turning white.

"They're...they're all gods...how could they stoop to the level of us mortals?" He spoke faster and faster, "Shouldn't gods save all living beings? Shouldn't they grant every request...?"

Kenta, standing beside him, nodded repeatedly, his triangular eyes blinking, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. "Right, right, how could a god hold a grudge against us? That would be too petty!"

Upon hearing this, Aji's previously hunched neck slowly straightened up.

His eyes began to brighten, and the ashen color on his face gradually faded, replaced by an unusual flush.

"Exactly!" His voice suddenly rose. "The gods forbid us even though they don't punish others, doesn't that just prove—we've caught the gods' attention!"

As he spoke, his chin was slightly raised, and his eyes almost shone with light, as if he had discovered some incredible secret.

Kenta slapped his thigh, his face crinkling into a wide grin: "That makes sense! Aki, you're really sharp!"

The other two people—Meichuan and Kuzi—who had been cowering in the back trembling with fear, lit up when they heard this.

Mei Chuan's thin face was filled with a look of sudden realization, while Ku Zi grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's continue!" Kuzi gave Aji a push.

Aji cleared his throat, tilted his head back, and shouted at the sky, "So what if you're a god! Go ahead and keep me trapped here forever!"

Kenta chimed in, "That's right! If you're so capable, give us the car and the road! You can't possibly refuse, can you? Because you're not a god, you're a monster!"

They shouted more and more enthusiastically, spittle flying everywhere. Since no words could be displayed on the screen, they yelled and cursed, each word more offensive than the last, each shout louder than the last, as if they were trying to unleash everything they had been holding back.

The eyes of the people of the Great Flame Kingdom converged on this place from all directions.

It's like watching a group of idiots.

An old man selling pancakes nearby put down his pancakes, his brows furrowed, and he looked Aji and his companions up and down. He then pursed his lips and moved his stall several steps to the side.

A woman holding a child even spat out, "What is this?"

The old man next to her shook his head: "Are you out of your mind? Asking Lin Ye for this and that, and then cursing him when he refused?"

“You’re right,” another young man chimed in, “I’ve never seen anyone so shameless.”

Those gazes were like needles, dense and numerous.

But Aji and his companions were completely unaware.

Kenta even put his hands on his hips, chin held high, looking smug. Meichuan and Kuko joined in, hurling insults at each other until their faces were red.

The people around him retreated further and further away.

Is this brain disease contagious? I'd better stay away.

Finally, within a radius of five or six steps centered on Aji and his three companions, the area was completely empty; there wasn't a single person there.

But the four of them couldn't see it at all.

Or rather, they see it but don't take it seriously.

Aji desperately tried to organize his thoughts in his mind, muttering to himself as he stared intently at the sky, as if waiting for some miracle to happen.

He gestured wildly in the air with his fingers, as if he could write words that would reach the heavens.

On the sky, the line of golden words scrolled out from the far left of the entire sky.

The golden light gradually faded, like the setting sun sinking inch by inch into the horizon, until only a sliver of afterglow struggled for a moment at the edge of the sky.

Then it disappeared completely.

The sunroof once again revealed the interior of the car.

Lin Ye remained leaning back in his seat, the live stream playing in his mind.

In the video, the four people are still talking.

Aji's mouth opened and closed so fast it was like a wound-up toy, while the others danced and gesticulated wildly.

That expression, that look, that defiant posture.

Lin Ye knew without even listening that not a single word uttered from those constantly opening and closing mouths was without any unnecessary embellishment.

He stared at it for two seconds.

Then he clicked his tongue softly.

The ban on speaking is in place, but it only prevents them from speaking on the sky screen; they still have mouths to speak on their own.

We need to make them feel the pain.

The pain was so intense it went right to my bones; it hurt so much that I would tremble before I could even open my mouth to curse.

Since he ignores the warning to remain silent, then we can't blame him.

"System," he asked in his mind, "is there any way to teach them a lesson?"

The system was silent for two seconds, and then a light screen unfolded in front of him, showing an item from the mall.

[Verbal Retribution Drawing (Beginner): Based on the severity of the verbal offense, this drawing will cause retribution to those who have offended the person holding the mirror. Users must visualize the appearance of the person to be affected; the system will automatically project it onto the drawing. A maximum of five people can be affected at a time. (PS: Ineffective against those with high luck.) Required Shock Points: 500.]

Lin Ye's gaze lingered on the last line.

It is ineffective for people with high luck.

Two people suddenly came to mind.

Shu Jingwei and Yao Jingyuan.

A system-generated strategy mission leads to encountering Ye Fan, from a dying man to finally sitting on the dragon throne.

A poor scholar managed to catch Shu Jingwei's eye and eventually rose to a position second only to her.

These two have such good fortune, it's impossible for them to be anything less than lucky...

When he first saw what was ahead, he was thinking of letting these two have some fun too, so he could at least collect some interest.

After all, those two had scolded him quite a bit.

It seems that this still won't work; we can only wait for an opportunity to strike decisively later.

But it's okay.

Five hundred shock points isn't expensive.

Let's start by making an example of these few who are jumping the highest, otherwise these ancient people will really think they're easy targets!

He wanted all the Great Flame people to know that anyone who dared to insult him and Little Duzi would pay the price!

"The negative karma of speech will backfire on the painting."

[Ding—Exchange successful. Shock Points consumed: 500. Current Balance: 5200. Items have been added to the system inventory; the host can retrieve them at any time.]

Lin Ye's mind raced.

A piece of drawing paper appeared out of thin air in the palm of his right hand.

The paper is yellowish, with slightly curled edges revealing fine rough edges. The surface is rough, and the texture is clearly visible.

Lin Ye stared at the paper and suddenly thought of a question.

The live stream footage was already provided by the system, so does that mean he doesn't need to come up with his own ideas? He can just have the system print out those people, right?

"System," he asked in his mind, "can you just print those people from the South China Sea on my computer?"

[The system can automatically capture the faces of the four people from the South China Sea in the current live stream feed. Do you want to enable automatic capture?]

"Activate".

[Automatic data capture in progress...]

A very faint buzzing sound came from my mind.

The system quickly provided a new response.

[Capture complete. Targets: Nanhai Aji, Nanhai Kenta, Nanhai Meichuan, Nanhai Kuzi. Total: 4 people.]

Lin Ye looked down at the drawing paper in his palm.

Something is emerging on the paper.

First came the blurry outline.

Then the facial features gradually became clearer—eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth.

In less than two breaths, four lifelike portraits appeared on the paper.

Dark red lines spread outwards from the corners of each person's mouth.

The lines were fine and dense, starting from the corner of the mouth and crawling down to the chin, cheeks, and ears. Wherever they went, the skin looked as if it had been corroded by something, leaving a dark scarlet stain.

It's like some kind of ancient curse.

There was a red mark in the lower right corner of the drawing paper, which suddenly lit up after the portrait was finalized.

Immediately afterwards, a beam of light swept across those dark red patterns.

The entire sheet of paper began to heat up.

At the same time, a subtle vibration traveled from the paper to Lin Ye's hand holding it, as if something was struggling, churning, and trying to break free inside—

Then, "it" crawled out.

The vibrations stopped, the heat subsided, and the drawing paper returned to its original state, lying quietly in my palm as if nothing had happened, except for four dull portraits on it.

But something in the grand scheme of things has already gone where it was meant to be...

Lin Ye put the drawing paper into his system backpack and leaned back in his seat.

His fingers landed on the armrest again, tapping slowly as if it were some kind of countdown, his gaze fixed on the four men still baring their teeth and claws in the picture.

……

On Suzaku Avenue.

Those people from the South China Sea were still cursing.

Aji stood with his hands on his hips, chin held high, spitting out saliva.

"What kind of bullshit gods are you! I—"

He was only halfway through his sentence.

His tongue suddenly ached terribly, as if someone had grabbed the tip of his tongue with a pair of red-hot iron pliers and twisted it hard.

"ah--!!!"