Chapter 287: The Fiftieth Floor (1)
The grand debut performance of the Black Paladin King ended in utter failure. The Paladin covered her face to hide her desperation.
“This can’t be happening...”
Perhaps she had been practicing the Cavefire play too diligently over the past month. Every gesture and movement was too theatrical. The Paladin’s pose was basically an artwork titled Despair. Unfortunately, it was the kind of artwork that wouldn’t earn a single cent. Only after the creator was buried in a coffin would the price skyrocket.
The Paladin laughed, though there was no humor behind it. “I just wanted to perform again... I may have been too greedy.”
At her feet lay discarded paper letters of disappointment, scattered like the leaves of a ginkgo tree. It was a salad of malice mixed with curses and contempt.
—This is the worst.
—I don’t know what sins my ears committed in their past life to deserve to hear this kind of performance.
“I’ll retire now, Kim Gong-Ja. No, I don’t mean that I’ll retire as a musician. I want to retire from being a Hunter and a human...”
Uuuuh?
“Yes, just as I expected, the ignorant public doesn’t understand us.”
I quickly turned around. “Black Dragon Master?”
“Humans are all trash. They don’t even remember what they’ve done. They’re animals who feed on their past as if it’s their flesh... Haha. Do we really need to sacrifice ourselves for these animals, Gong-Ja?”