"And the sole support class for the entire Azure Empire. I refuse. I absolutely refuse to scale my personal infrastructure to support a continent of dead weight!'
She looked at Gu Zhiwei, who was happily licking the dark soy glaze off his fingers, completely oblivious to the fact that his "saintly" Martial Uncle was currently plotting to put him through the equivalent of a woodchipper.
'They think their current power is enough,' Ji'an thought, a dark, sadistic smirk slowly replacing her innocent smile. 'They think because they survived the colosseum, they are now the apex predators. They don't realize they are just well-dressed appetizers for the endgame bosses.'
If the World Will wasn't going to provide them with a life-threatening crucible to force their bottlenecks to break... then Lin Ji'an was going to manually write the patch notes herself.
She was going to become the villain.
