The Councilors frowned slightly, clearly having not anticipated such a fierce backlash from the public.
The Master of Fate stood frozen, his chubby cheeks flushed a liver-like purple. His Adam's apple bobbed, and cold sweat from his palms had already soaked through his cuffs. He had never imagined that, in the span of a few moments, he would become an enemy of the entire population.
"Do not panic, Godfather. They are merely a group of untouchables," DF99 transmitted via telepathy from the Heavenly Emperor’s throne. His fingertips traced the gilded patterns on the armrest, a sinister gleam flashing in his eyes.
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