Chapter 132 (2/2)

“My life wouldn’t be so unpredictable if I knew what he was thinking,” Azalea said, her expression darkening. One minute, she’d be out buying art supplies for Grandpa Vremya, and then she’d be going back to the market the next minute to buy chess sets. She never knew what was coming next, and Grandpa Vremya basically never told her anything until after he finished what he was doing.

“Everyone, be quiet,” a young girl said. “He’s doing something.”

The Moon Lotus Sect disciples fell silent as they raised their heads at the same time. On the screen, Grandpa Vremya was making a move. The black hole in front of him gradually began to grow. It grew and grew, ripping apart the narrow corridor and the dirt behind it. At a certain point, the camera feed was disabled as the black hole damaged the formations allowing viewers to watch what was happening.

“What’s he doing?” a disciple asked Azalea.

“Being Elder Vremya,” Azalea said. It wasn’t just Grandpa Vremya’s connection that had been interrupted. The screen had been split into multiple feeds, and one by one, those feeds were disappearing as well. To the viewers, it was clear everyone had been given their own corridor. However, it seemed like they were all still within the same vicinity of each other; otherwise, how would Grandpa Vremya’s expanding black hole affect them otherwise? If those competitors were sucked in and died, wouldn’t that be a problem? Azalea snorted and shook her head. Even if that did become a problem, why was she worrying about it? It was the committee for the Bread Games that would have to resolve it. Meanwhile, more and more feeds shut off until the display was completely black.

Suddenly, the screen brightened again, revealing a flustered individual sitting behind a desk. “The viewing formation was temporarily disrupted. As soon as these technical issues are resolved, we’ll be right back. In the meantime, the famous rock band, The Great Doozies, will be putting on a performance until our technicians can solve the problem.”

The video cut away to a group of four individuals dressed like giant green chickens, each one in front of a musical instrument. The filming area was at the venue of the Bread Games. While tapping their talons, The Great Doozies played a catchy tune, and the lead chicken began warbling out a magnificent song.

“What the hell is this?” Michelle asked. “Where’s the trial? I didn’t schedule free time for myself to watch four chickens engage in a mating ritual.”

“The host said there were technical issues,” a disciple said.

“Technical issues? Hah! It was clearly Elder Vremya’s ability that destroyed the viewing formations. It’s not a technical issue anymore but a physical one.”

“Everything will work out in the end, right?” a younger disciple asked.

“It’ll be fine,” Azalea said. At that moment, the screen burned with a white light. A massive pillar of energy had shot into the sky behind the four singing chickens. Evidently, something had exploded. Azalea pursed her lips. In the end, the Bread Games was hosted by the federation; they wouldn’t allow anything to happen to their star athletes. Azalea shook her head, wondering why she was worrying about the other competitors. Then, the answer hit her. It was a part of cleaning up the mess Grandpa Vremya had made; it always seemed to be up to her to resolve any problems that arose from Grandpa Vremya’s horrible behavior.