The moment the pink-haired girl finished speaking, Shami punched a hole through the wall of the small house behind her, then transformed into a destructive king, leaving a series of fist holes in the walls.
"Should I... should I keep talking…"
The pink-haired girl nervously pulled her knees together.
Taking a deep breath and swallowing her anger, Shami sat back down on the long wooden bench.
"Continue."
The pink-haired girl blinked, her small mouth slightly open.
"So, even though Luwaka resurrected me, he never paid attention to me after that. He spent money to buy me but couldn't bear to throw me away, so he left me to gather dust in the corner of the human experimentation lab."
"My memory declined severely due to too much glue, and I can't even remember what happened just minutes ago. What trash Luwaka is, he deserved to die early."
Shami laughed recklessly.
