Chapter 1219 - 552: Thus, Miss Squirrel’s Life...

Chapter 1219: Chapter 552: Thus, Miss Squirrel’s Life...

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"Eh?"

After uttering that near-forbidden phrase, Lukalia was prepared to face the storm, ready for the Demigod’s fury.

As everyone knows, on the big stage at the Mist Disciplinary Hall, each heavenly group member has their own special abilities.

Being a Mirror Demon who’s lived for thousands of years, Lukalia likes to chase and record those ultimate moments.

Whether it’s the glory of the Divine Spirit descending to the world or the dying wails of a Demon, as long as the scene is "real" enough, "stimulating" enough, she wants to preserve it, storing it in her Mirror World.

Like human collectors obsessed with rare gems, her collection is the "history" of the most extreme emotions and power eruptions in the world.

These days, Lukalia witnessed many astonishing scenes.

She saw the Demigod Squirrel leap, its fluffy tail gently sweeping like the softest feather, causing the giant tree it brushed against to groan under the burden, collapsing loudly.

It only casually kicked its leg, and the ground blasted out a big pit, triggering a tremor.

A group of ignorant Demons blocked the Demigod Squirrel’s way, gathering together, trying to make it detour.

Then... there was nothing more.

Just a pure white light condensed by power flashed, and all "obstacles" in sight vanished.

She had indeed witnessed the Demigod’s destructive power, but never had she "personally" experienced it directly.

For the Mirror Demon who loves the pursuit of thrill, recording the most real scene, these scenes are undoubtedly highly impactful, enough to make any creature with sanity steer clear of this ferocious Demigod.

But Lukalia is different.

She’s a pursuer of "reality," a collector of "moments."

Watching through the mirror is like watching an exciting adventure movie through thick, absolutely safe glass; though spectacular, it’s always separated by a layer.

Lacking that immersive, soul-quivering "real feeling."

Exactly, it’s still a bit off.

How can this do?!

How can she just watch!

Thus, she began to court death.

So, she intentionally provoked the other, hoping to see its true strength in rage.

Miss Mirror Demon intentionally mimicked Herbert’s slightly lazy and punchable tone, delivering a meticulously prepared "line" sharp enough to stab any abandoned one’s heart.

And then... she prepared to welcome the expected, earth-shattering storm.

Even if this mirror fragment was completely destroyed, it’d be worth it!

However, things did not go as she anticipated.

Contrary to Miss Mirror Demon’s expectations of habitual courting death, the Demigod Squirrel’s reaction was unexpectedly calm in face of her deadly sarcasm.

The anticipated rageous power didn’t come; not even a ripple of angry spirit was stirred.

The squirrel merely groomed the soft fur on its chest with its paw, then tilted its head at her with a very peculiar look.

Yes, the opponent didn’t seem to be rattled at all.

From its clear eyes, one could spot a hint of disdain towards fools.

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Was I despised by a squirrel?

While it was Lukalia who deliberately provoked, she suddenly felt like the one who should be angry.

Though she initiated the provocation, ready to court death sacrificing a mirror fragment, the opponent didn’t perform according to the script but instead looked at her with a "does this kid have a screw loose" gaze.

It felt like a punch long built up was thrown into empty space, almost spraining her waist.

What’s going on?

Where did it go wrong?

Lukalia pondered for a moment, finally deciding not to shy away from asking, so she shamelessly faced the victim and asked:

"Eh, Lord Demigod, may I ask you something? Just... ahem, why didn’t you get angry at what I just said?"

She asked with genuine sincerity, the expression purely candid, as if the one wielding the most hurtful words to deliver a precise mental blow wasn’t her.

Yes, it wasn’t me.

It was all Herbert’s doing!

"Huh’mown?"

Even if Herbert were here, upon hearing this, he’d surely sigh deeply and then feel genuinely impressed.

He’d bow to Lukalia in submission, giving her a big thumbs-up.

Precisely stepping on landmines, failing to explode, being despised, yet brazenly pursuing the victim’s mental journey...

You are impressive!

You truly are acting recklessly!

Herbert always thought he topped the Mist Monastery’s death courting list, overshadowing the Disciplinary Hall’s heavenly group, never realizing he lived under Lukalia’s shadow.

In the art of courting death, this is the true prodigy!

Facing Lukalia’s almost shameless inquiry, the Demigod Squirrel’s reaction was once again surprising.

It didn’t feel offended, nor humorous, looking at the Mirror Demon smirking at it through mirror fragments, it merely responded with a fact-like tone:

"Huh’mown, why should I be angry? Do I have any reason to be angry?"

Mom doesn’t want me anymore?

Which mom?

When did I have a mom?

As a special creature born in the Mist Forest, it doesn’t have entities that could be called parents, unable to comprehend the emotional dependency and blood ties the concept of "mother" carries.

"And I know what you said wasn’t actually said by Herbert."

A faint ripple, like water waves, passed through the squirrel’s clear black eyes. It gazed at Lukalia’s reflection in the mirror as if piercing through the illusory layer of the mirror to directly see the consciousness controlling everything behind.