“light cone, what do you want this for?” Ayin was stunned upon hearing this.
He hadn’t expected Sparkle to actually come to him asking for a light cone; the sun must be rising in the west.
One must know that in the past, whenever these two met, they were either bickering or secretly competing, or discussing if there was any new fun to be had.
They were a living example of a bickering couple, so opportunities to have this crazy girl, Sparkle, beg for a favor were rare.
This level of rarity was on par with seeing Anaxa holding Aglaea’s hand, happily spinning around Castorice.
“Of course, it’s for my perfect plan!
You must have heard that the next Illusory Moon Game is going to start early, right?
My plan is related to this game, and I guarantee it will be absolutely explosive and exciting!” Seeing Ayin’s question, Sparkle instantly lifted her head triumphantly, as if showing off something.
“Exciting?
Do you mean that thing where you plan to do a white-haired broadcast?
What does that have to do with wanting my light cone?” Ayin ignored Sparkle’s antics and instead asked with some curiosity.
“Oh, Little Blondie, nothing can be hidden from you.
I really don’t know where you get so much inside information…
You wouldn’t be secretly peeping at me, would you?
Oh, you’re such a pervert~” Seeing that Ayin knew about her plan, Sparkle wasn’t surprised.
Instead, she covered her chest with both hands and cried out pitifully.
After all, this guy had always been able to know her plans in advance; she was naturally used to it after so many times.
“Heh~ No matter how much you cover, it doesn’t change the reality of being flat-chested…
though you are slightly better than the Hall Master next door.
Also, if you don’t tell me the reason, I’m really leaving.
My time is very precious.” Ayin didn’t hesitate to attack Sparkle’s weakest point.
The effect was obviously outstanding, as could be seen from the expression on the face of a certain gritting-teeth Damselette.
“Hmph, Lord Sparkle will not stoop to your level.
I want this light cone to better accumulate Willpower when the time comes.”
“Do you remember the first light cone you made for me?
It had an effect that increased Joy.
I discovered that ever since I had that, not only was my role-playing harder to be discovered by others, but I could also influence others with my own emotions.
This ability is very important in that game, so I wanted to ask if you still have this kind of light cone.”
Although Sparkle was very angry, she still pouted and explained it very reluctantly.
“Joy, huh…” Ayin frowned upon hearing this, clearly not expecting that increasing Joy in reality would actually have such an effect.
One must know that in the game, this thing is roughly equivalent to a damage-increasing attribute, a way to add damage.
As for other additional effects, they naturally weren’t reflected in the game.
But judging from what Sparkle just said, it seems that the excavatable potential of this attribute in reality is quite high.
Maybe there are some special effects that he hasn’t discovered yet.
It seems he will have to pay more attention to it later…
“As for light cones, in my current state, I can only make at most two a day.
Most of the low-star ones are shoved to the Interstellar Peace Corporation to sell for money.
As for high-quality light cones, those are always made to order; I never sell ‘pre-made cones’.”
“However, I’m in a good mood today, so I can help you custom-make one.
But as for the Reward…
Miss Sparkle, can you afford it?” After finishing, Ayin didn’t forget to raise an eyebrow, looking at Sparkle up and down with suspicious eyes, as if saying that poor people don’t deserve to own light cones.
“How much money…
But Little Blondie, we are so familiar with each other, do we still need to pay?
Talking about money hurts our relationship.” Sparkle didn’t expect this guy to actually want to target her not-so-wealthy wallet, so she hurriedly used her coquettish tactics.
According to past experience, the success rate should be over eighty percent.
“Give it a rest.
A Joy-seeker won’t be hit by the same trick twice.
Last time in Penacony, that was how you swindled my Credits.
Do you want to repeat the same trick again?
We are not one family.
Either pay up just like the Interstellar Peace Corporation—it’s not much, just 800 million Credits—or go play by yourself.”
This time, Ayin clearly didn’t fall for Sparkle’s trick.
He first waved his hand in disgust and then said with a determined look.
“How much?
Little Blondie, you must be crazy about money.
Last time I only swindled two million Credits from you, and this time you turn around and ask for 800 million!
I don’t have money…
Anyway, if you don’t give me the light cone, I will keep pestering you!” Sparkle was also startled upon hearing this, but she still shamelessly threatened him.
Although these words didn’t have any deterrent power…
“Forget it, forget it.
Who told me to be so kind?
I can help you make a light cone, but…
hehehe, since you don’t have money, you can only enjoy the ‘Poor Person’s Package’.” Although Ayin was interested in Sparkle’s ‘threat’, to maintain his heroic and handsome (self-proclaimed) persona, he still pretended to be generous and made a concession.
“Huh?
Poor Person’s Package…
What is that?” Sparkle didn’t expect this guy to concede so quickly, and was also a bit stunned for a moment.
“Simply put, it will satisfy your requirement for an increase in Joy, but as for the rest…
that will depend on fate~” After Ayin finished speaking, without waiting for Sparkle to react, he waved his hand, and a force of dark red mixed with a trace of light blue instantly wrapped around her body.
Immediately after, Sparkle saw this guy first wink at her thighs.
Accompanied by the sound of a camera shutter, Ayin, holding a [Brush], began to create at an incredible speed.
Not long after, a light cone emitting a golden glow appeared before Sparkle’s eyes.
“Sure enough, every time I watch you make a light cone, there’s always an unreal feeling…
Is this the light cone I wanted?” Seeing this, Sparkle blinked her eyes and was just about to reach out to take the light cone, but Ayin took it away one step ahead.
“Wait, it’s not the time yet.
The light cone needs ten seconds to set.
Wait ten seconds before opening it, don’t you ever forget.” After snatching the light cone, Ayin didn’t put it away.
Instead, he placed it face down in Sparkle’s arms and then explained mysteriously.
“Is it real or fake?
Little Blondie, I always feel like you are up to no good.” Sparkle first subconsciously reached out to hold the light cone in her arms, then muttered suspiciously in a low voice.
“Of course it’s real, truer than real gold.
When have I, Ayin, ever lied to you?
Alright, I still have something to do, so I’m leaving.
Don’t forget to wait ten seconds before opening it, oh.” Upon hearing this, Ayin didn’t explain much; instead, he flashed and disappeared.
This abnormal scene made Sparkle frown.
Based on her understanding of Ayin, the only thing that could make him run so fast seems to be…
“Wait, something is wrong with the light cone!”
Thinking of this, the slow-witted Sparkle abruptly turned over the light cone in her arms.
When the image and effect of the light cone were revealed before her eyes, she was so angry that she almost passed away on the spot.