Evil Thought

"Damn it! Why! Why is it always them?!" Bran throws the figurine in the living room of his luxurious villa.

The figurine was instantly shattered which resounded in the wide space of his living room and made the maids and servants tremble in fear. While the person comfortably seating across him and savoring the tea that was served, smile at his sudden tantrums.

He is currently logged out from the game and just finished signing a document regarding his investment in other mainstream virtual games.

The man seating comfortably chuckled. "Bran, that figurine you just destroyed is a gift from your mother."

Bran who heard his remarks only glance with his eyes reflecting off a predator.

The man continued. "Why are you obsessed with Sky Heaven? I understand you guys have been at each other throats. But why don't you give them a pass and move on? Besides your rivalry only aired once and that's it."