He held the box with his left hand and took out a necklace with his right, then turned to Bolin and said, "Bolin, come here!"
Upon hearing this, Bolin's face lit up with joy. He clasped his hands together and stepped forward.
Hanuman, standing on the side, eagerly scratched his head. He rose to his tiptoes and peeked at another necklace inside the box, his eyes filled with anticipation.
"I found Craft God Vishwakarma to specially forge these two necklaces."
"Bolin!"
"This one is yours!"
Indra smiled as he placed the golden necklace around Bolin's neck.
"Praise…"
Bolin clasped his hands, his gaze full of happiness as he looked at Indra. But as Indra withdrew his hands, the necklace instantly felt as heavy as Mandara Mountain, pressing him down in an instant.
Rumble!!!
Bolin's head drooped, his back hunched, and his stance staggered.
"!!!"
Hanuman's mouth fell open in shock.
The anticipation and envy in his eyes vanished, replaced by an inexplicable sense of dread.
