Biscuit showing up out of nowhere obviously had nothing to do with demanding an engagement ring.
Moro knew that.
So after throwing in a few sarcastic remarks, he simply watched Biscuit calmly, even as her eyebrows twitched in irritation.
By not asking why she was here, Moro subtly kept the conversation in his control.
Biscuit, seeing his lack of reaction, sighed dramatically.
She finally dropped her hands from her hips and waved him off.
"I'm here for something serious."
With that, she ducked under his arm, pushed past him, and strode into his room like she owned the place.
Moro made no move to stop her.
Not that he could have stopped her even if he tried.
He closed the door, then turned to see Biscuit making herself comfortable on the couch, as if she lived here.
"At the end of the hallway, around the corner, there's a guy with a camera acting real shady." Moro noted. "You bring him?"
"Huh?"
Biscuit frowned. "Why would I bring a guy like that?"
"Don't play dumb."
Moro walked to the mini fridge, grabbed a bottle of milk and a bottle of water, and said flatly:
"Even if you didn't send him, you're definitely encouraging it. What, you that eager to make tabloid headlines?"
"What headlines? No idea what you're talking about."
Biscuit blinked innocently.
Moro sighed, placed the milk in front of her, then sat across from her.
"You're underestimating the media team at Heaven's Arena. Don't come crying to me when this blows up."
Ever since his popularity skyrocketed, the media had been hounding him non-stop.
And when it came to sensationalizing a story, those people knew no limits.
A well-known, stunning woman spontaneously visiting his room?
Oh, they'd have a field day with this.
Moro could already see the exaggerated headlines flooding the city tomorrow.
Biscuit, however, was completely unfazed.
Or rather—she hadn't even considered it.
Hearing Moro's warning, she merely raised a hand and pointed at the milk.
Moro, who had just unscrewed the cap of his water bottle, glanced at her.
"What?"
"I can't drink cold stuff today." Biscuit said matter-of-factly.
"..."
Moro's hand twitched, and the cap slipped from his fingers, clattering to the floor.
Biscuit narrowed her eyes, staring at him intently.
Moro steadied himself, quickly mentally picturing Biscuit's true form—a muscle-bound warrior twice his size.
The instant mental adjustment helped restore his composure.
Biscuit had no idea what was going through his head, but she wasn't surprised by his quick emotional recovery.
"This kid's mental fortitude is ridiculous."
She thought, impressed.
"Enough games. Let's talk business."
Taking a sip of milk, Biscuit got straight to the point:
"Heaven's Arena just announced the prize for this year's Battle Olympics."
"Oh?"
Moro remained expressionless. "When did they announce it?"
"An hour after you became a Floor Master. I only just heard."
"And you immediately ran over here?"
Moro placed his water bottle down, his gaze calm and sharp.
Biscuit met his stare and nodded.
"Since you already know what the prize is, I'll be direct—"
She took another sip of milk, then said:
"I want that 'Jade Heart' gemstone they found in the ruins of Pompog City. If you're willing to give me a discount, I'll also take the 'Lost Kingdom's Vault Box'—"
"Hold it."
Moro cut her off, frowning slightly.
"You're acting like I've already won the championship."
"Don't get me wrong."
Biscuit shook her head.
"You're strong, but you're not unbeatable. Right now, you're not at the level where you can dominate the other Floor Masters."
Then she added,
"And frankly, you can't beat the reigning two-time champion."
"…"
Moro fell silent.
Biscuit, watching his reaction with great interest, smiled and teased:
"What? You think I'm wrong? You weren't hiding your real abilities on stage? You weren't intentionally taking tougher paths to victory?"
"Fine."
Moro sighed, giving in.
It wasn't surprising that someone saw through him.
But Biscuit—she could see too much.
"If you don't think I can win, why bother coming here?"
Moro locked eyes with her.
Biscuit placed her milk down, clasped her hands together, and said casually:
"Simple. I need more options."
"If someone else wins, I might not even get a chance to buy the Jade Heart or the Vault Box. And even if I could, they'd probably jack up the price."
She then scanned him up and down before adding with a knowing smirk:
"But you… you're different. You're practical. If you 'happen' to win, you wouldn't pull a stunt like that… right?"
Moro narrowed his eyes.
"Wow. Just like that, she's boxed me in."
He wasn't sure if he fully believed her, but—
He had a hunch.
"I see what you're getting at."
"Oh?"
Biscuit raised an eyebrow. "Go on."
Moro stared at her.
"You're worried you can't afford it."
"Tch. Underestimating me, huh?"
Biscuit flicked a finger dismissively, then lifted her chin proudly.
"Listen, I may look young and beautiful, but I'm a Two-Star Treasure Hunter. Do you even realize how valuable that status is?"
"Every gemstone in my collection is worth tens of billions—"
"So you'd sell one just to afford the Jade Heart?"
"…"
Moro's question shut her up instantly.
Then, after a brief pause, he added casually:
"So that 8 billion you spent at the Yorknew Auction was too much, huh?"
"…"
Biscuit's posture slouched slightly, her raised finger lowering stiffly.
Because—he was right.
She desperately wanted the Jade Heart.
But after blowing 8 billion at Yorknew, her budget was maxed out.
She literally couldn't afford another high-end gemstone.
And somehow—this little brat had figured it out instantly.
Biscuit sighed heavily, then scowled.
"You really are insufferable, you know that?"
Before Moro could respond, Biscuit's expression turned serious.
She leaned forward slightly and said:
"The reigning champion… he's your biggest obstacle in the Battle Olympics. You can't beat him."
Moro simply smiled slightly.
"You only know that if I fight him."
His gaze bored into her, as if seeing through to her true thoughts.
Biscuit, sensing his scrutiny, sighed internally.
"Tch. This kid's impossible to fool."
Compared to him, Yamen was so much easier to handle.
She sighed again.
Outwardly, however, her expression didn't change at all.
"I'm not joking, Moro."
"Oh?"
Moro's smirk widened slightly.
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