"Wuhu! So comfortable..."
The boy with the ghostly fire collapsed onto the sofa, rubbed his still-sore right hand, and rolled over.
"Hey, boss! Aren't you going to live with me?"
"No." Hera slammed the door shut and turned to leave without looking back.
The boy with the will-o'-the-wisp sighed, then remembered something and shouted at the closed door.
"Oh right, boss! My name is Shamat! Oh, so that's not my name, I changed it myself!"
Then he looked at the screen next to him that was still flashing an X, and immediately moved closer.
"Hey, hey! Can you transfer some money to my account to buy a motorcycle? I've already used up all the money the God of Money gave me this month."
"I refuse..." [X] refused without any mercy, and then disappeared from the screen.
"Uh... never mind, I'll just go for the free purchase later."
Shamat looked at the ordinary two-bedroom hotel suite, shrugged, and went back to sleep.
The other side of the hotel.
Hera arrived at the door of the presidential suite, swiped her card, and went inside.
Luxurious decor, spacious room, and a huge bed.
But Hera was most concerned about the refrigerator.
She walked up to the refrigerator, opened it, and the dazzling array of snacks and drinks inside instantly captivated Hera's gaze.
He carried out all the edible food and placed it on the bed.
Her soft, cuddly body suddenly collapsed onto the bed, and she grabbed a handful of snacks, tore open the packaging, and poured them into her mouth.
Let's just wait. Anyway, I'm not going to do anything this week, I'll just stay home and eat snacks.
That night, Hera ate everything edible in the room.
The next morning.
Hera's hands rummaged through the garbage heap, and finally she came to a realization.
She had eaten all the snacks.
After a second of thought, Hera decided to go buy the snacks herself.
Hera pushed open the hotel doors with both hands, and a biting cold wind immediately rushed in, making her white hair dance and slap against her beautiful face.
"call……"
Hera exhaled a puff of white breath that dissipated into the cold air, and walked on the snow.
Each step on the snow made a squeaking sound and left a deep footprint.
Fortunately, Hera has no emotions, so she doesn't feel lazy or uncomfortable from the cold.
Otherwise, she probably would have preferred to stay indoors and never come out.
Hera wandered around aimlessly for a while before finally finding a store that was fairly large.
Hera went inside and put whatever looked delicious into her shopping cart without even looking at the prices.
In no time, the car was full of snacks.
Amidst the astonished gazes of the store clerk, all the snacks were scanned and the shopping cart was pushed away.
"Hey, wait a minute, miss! We haven't paid yet!"
"Ding! Payment received: 5239 yuan."
As soon as he finished speaking, the cash register issued a payment notification, making the clerk think he was drunk for a moment.
Hera walked down the deserted street, taking out a sausage and stuffing it into her mouth as she went.
As they ate and walked, an eye grew out of Hera's neck and looked into the alleyway beside her.
There was a dark figure staring intently at Hera.
Hera pulled out a frozen steak and put it in her mouth again, her face still expressionless, and walked aimlessly forward.
However, every time you walk a certain distance, a piece of flesh will silently fall to the ground, growing eyes that scan everything around it like a camera.
Her eyes could see about five people, but Hera sensed at least fifty creatures with the same aura quietly following her.
The aura emanating from that person was exactly the same as the one who looked like Fran back then; they're probably in cahoots with him from yesterday.
Hera continued eating without changing her expression, then turned at the next intersection and headed towards a sparsely populated area.
At the same time, he maximized his perception to detect the presence of all living beings in the surrounding area.
Finally, among the more than one hundred auras, Hera detected a familiar one.
Meanwhile, the food in the shopping basket was all gone.
Hera stood on the sparsely populated wasteland, casually tossing aside her shopping cart full of trash, her gaze sweeping over the figures in the shadows.
"I see you."
As he spoke, Herla pointed his finger at the nearest large tree.
The sound of snow being crushed echoed faintly from there, and a man holding a long sword and an expressionless puppet slowly walked out.
He looks exactly like Fran...
As the first 'Franc' appeared, more and more 'Francs' emerged from various hidden corners.
'Fran' is hidden behind houses, in the snow, in trees, and even in sewers.
Soon, dozens of identical-looking 'Franc's' surrounded Hera.
Some of them stood on the wind and snow like statues, while others stood in the void, their feet treading on sword energy, like immortals.
However, what they had in common was that each of them was like a puppet, holding the same knife, wearing the same clothes, and having the same face.
If it were an ordinary person, they would definitely be so frightened by this bizarre scene that their legs would go weak.
Hera just looked at them quietly. "What are you? Why do you look like Fran?"
Countless eyes were fixed on Hera, and a voice as emotionless as a machine came from among them.
"Verifying the other party's identity..."
Even his voice is just like Fran's.
"Searching in the database..."
"Confirming with the mastermind..."
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