"The power of the scumbag, three stages!"

The five dazzling words on the test magic stone tablet were like a sharp blade, piercing into the prince's heart. Her face was expressionless, and a self-deprecating curve was pulled out from the corner of her lips. Her nails were deeply embedded in her palms. Blood dripped down her fingers, but she felt no pain.

"Prince, the power of the scumbag, the third stage! Level: low level!" The middle-aged man's cold voice echoed in the square, instantly arousing a sarcastic commotion.

"Three sections? Haha, it's still so useless!"
"Tsk tsk, the prince, even playing with feelings is only of this ability?"
"I heard that she just dumped her eighth girl last month, but she couldn't even collect her tears. She really lost her face!"
"At this level, I deserve to be called 'Love Shuira'? I think it's a 'Love Shui joke'!"

The sound of mockery came like a tide, and the prince's dark eyes swept through the crowd. The faces that had been flattering and flattering to her were now full of contempt and ridicule. The bitterness at the corners of her mouth became deeper.

"Collection of debt? Haha..." She whispered in a low voice, turned around and walked towards the end of the team, her lonely back incompatible with the noisy world.

However, no one noticed that the blood oozed out of her palm turned into wisps of pink mist, quietly tangling around her fingertips.

"Three sections? Soon...it will not stop."

(In the distance, the eighth girl who was abandoned by her was staring at her back, and a strange scarlet flashed in the tears at the corners of her eyes...)