Chapter 45 The Foreclosure of a Soul
Author: Blue Princess
last update2026-04-24 19:47:38

“No... please... the crowd... they must know...” Rong wheezed, looking up at the people who were once worshiping him. They weren't cheering now. They were throwing rocks. They were cursing his name. The hero had been stripped of his skin in under five minutes.

“The crowd? They don't know anything except who gives them the best show,” Jian Chen stated, reaching out his hand toward the compass. “And I’m the director of this particular disaster. System! Strip the Resource! I want the Sunstone Comp
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