Decisively and efficiently carrying a pile of bricks on her shoulder, the Moon Goddess works calmly among other Moon Rabbit workers, who stare like dumbstruck rabbits, while casually glancing at the Magic Network panel floating in front of her.
[Phantom of the Opera: No, the filming is actually going quite smoothly, even a bit too smoothly.]
[Phantom of the Opera: Sister Chi, I seem to have quite a talent for playing evil characters. As I act, there's a bizarre rush, almost addictive. What should I do?]
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Uh…
The diligent Moon Goddess, upon seeing this reply, froze for a moment, almost causing the pile of bricks on her shoulder to collapse. Fortunately, she steadied her strength in time.
Oh no, my child is learning to be bad.
The God of the Home thought to herself, and since her hands were occupied with bricks, she was unable to type. Her two rabbit ears on top of her head twitched, starting to type with her ears.
