"If my mentor from the upper plane universe saw this scene, they'd probably be so furious they'd start convulsing!"
Anastasia picked up an Astral Phantasm Fruit and held it in her hand, reluctant to throw it.
This was insane—what a waste! These things were way too precious to just toss around like that. She could hardly bring herself to let go.
If these Astral Phantasm Fruits were brought back up to the upper realms, they'd be snatched up by everyone in an instant. And yet now... they were being reduced to props for the fortress's Fruit Fight Tournament?
Anastasia gulped, visibly conflicted.
Maybe... just one bite? Just a tiny, secret bite shouldn't be a problem, right?
Even if that one-eyed redhead noticed, she could just forfeit one fruit as compensation. Not a big deal.
Just as Anastasia was about to take a bite of the Astral Phantasm Fruit—
Splat!
A fruit suddenly smashed right into her!
"Lord, come on! Come hit me if you can!"
