After being bound to the emotion collection system, I became a "public power bank" for urban elites.
Business emperors put aside their pride for me, top idols tore off their masks for me, and ace lawyers were shaken by my belief.
The surgical guru wants to dissect me, the Queen of Wall Street wants to buy me out, and the hacker genius wants to make me a permanent collection.
They all say they love me, but in fact they just covet the emotional value I bring.
I smiled and accepted them all. After all, their love and hate are my most delicious food.
Until the system warning sounds: [Warning! Energy overload! There is an unknown existence coming for you...]
I licked the corner of my mouth: "Oh? It seems that a more delicious 'feast' is here."
