Chapter 298 Market [2]


    "Tweet!"


    "Yes?"


    "Tweet!"


    "Oh?"


    "Tweet!"


    "Right. Got it."


    "Tweet!"


    "Can you shut up?" I grimaced, swiping at the bird perched on my head.


    The little menace easily dodged my hand, pping its wings to hover briefly before settling right back onto my head.


    "Tweet!"


    "…."


    Once again, it started pecking at my scalp.


    The fuck is wrong with this little shit?


    "Stop ying with that bird," Zenith snapped, ring at me from a few feet away.


    "I''m not ying," I shot back. My eyes scanned the bustling mall as I continued walking. "This thing just keeps assaulting me."


    Like everything else in Akasha, this ce was a home of advanced design, sprawling across an immense area.


    The architecture gleamed with sleek, futuristic materials, seamlessly integrating technology into every corner.


    Holographic disys danced in the air, showcasing ads, directions, and interactive guides, while the floors and walls seemed to hum with subtle energy.


    Despite having roamed around for a while, we hadn''t made it past the second floor.


    Our disguises altered our appearances just enough to avoid unwanted attention.


    Even so, the bird perched on my head wasn''t helping.


    Gazing at the different shopping ces—.


    "Tweet!"


    The little bird pecked my head once again.


    "Does anyone here speak bird?" I asked the group I was stuck with.


    "Birdnguage?" Carson raised an eyebrow, walking beside Siersha.


    "Ask Amaury," Aimarmented, looking at me.


    "Now, hold on a minute," Amaury, who was walking with Elijah and Heather, chimed in. "Why are you dragging me into this?"


    "He''s being racist, Amaury," I deadpanned before Aimar could respond. "If I were you, I''d beat the shit out of him."


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