Entropy Holy Realm.
Little Yellow Duck—no, Good Duck came out of the booth, expressionlessly pulling out a wet wipe to clean the lipstick marks off its feathers.
The lights were dazzling, the music deafening.
But it was unmoved.
It was the legendary duck that emerged unstained from the mud—
The neon lights reflected its lonely silhouette, further highlighting the Duck King's sophistication and maturity, making the young females adore it even more.
A young Spirit Duck teetered over, quacking:
"Duck, the boss wants to see you."
"Understood." Good Duck said coolly.
It turned, waddling its pointed ducktail, strutting adorably towards the bar's backstage.
The young Spirit Duck watched it go with envy, trying to imitate its stride, but failing to capture its essence.
It was still too young.
So it didn't know that some things were talents bestowed by heaven, not achievable by everyone.
As soon as Good Duck pushed open the door, it heard the boss's voice:
