Arc 3 (6). The florists are bitches.

[Hosts!] Odin appeared in front of them but blinked rapidly when his hosts were looking like dead corpses.

[W- What happened?] Odin asked as he sat down on the floor in bewilderment.

"We know that we already failed the world, just punish us and send us to another world already" Li Huan said as he took a sip of his coffee, His dark eye bags visible for the whole world to see.

[Wha-] Odin grew confused.

"Go on" Zhao Fang's voice was muffled as he lifted his hands to motion, His face planted on the sofa as he laid on his stomach like a starfish.

[… Hosts… who said that the world is a fail?] Odin timidly asked and watched as Li Huan froze and Zhao Fang suddenly got up to look at the little ghost.

"What do you mean? The male lead killed the female lead!" Zhao Fang scowled, not once satisfied with being so confused.