"I... I can't enter? Why not!"
Molly's eyes widened as if she had heard the most ridiculous joke.
Oda Mai rarely showed a genuine smile, nodding apologetically, "Sorry, yes. He said so."
Molly was about to explode.
But Ling Yiyi gently tugged at Molly's sleeve.
"Let it go, Little Rin might be up to something."
"What the hell could he be up to?"
Molly refused to concede verbally.
But internally, she accepted the explanation, leaving the place with a dark expression.
Two days.
Only a devil would know how Yi Lin spent these last two days.
The side effects of "Bloodthirsty Disaster" were indeed terrifying.
This time, perhaps because his Will had greatly increased, Yi Lin's period of unconsciousness was shorter than before.
He had woken up earlier.
But that heavy, groggy feeling in his head made Yi Lin prefer to stay still where he was.
He simply lay in the conference room.
When hungry, he would nibble on a water.
When thirsty, he would sip on a compressed biscuit.
