The sound of stone pavement cut off Fav’s voice. The Magical Phone above the pavement was being trampled, cracks appearing underneath in the concrete. Snow White continued stomping on it, driving the Magical Phone deeper into the concrete. Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! The sound of her stomping on the phone tore through the rain. Snow White pulled out the Magical Phone buried in the concrete, and slammed it on the pavement. It bounced off 10 meters into the air, and as it fell, she rushed to it and punched it, threw it, kicked it, beat it, slammed it, stomped it. “I told you it’s useless. Administrator phones are very durable, Pon. It’s not simple ones like the ones you had, only high leveled people in the Land of Magic use these things. Your attacks won’t be enough, Snow White.” Snow White panted out. Yet the Magical Phone hasn’t received a scratch. “Fav really wants to get to know this Snow White, but Fav will let you try and hit that thing as much as you want. When you’re all done, maybe you’ll listen to me, okay?” Snow White sat in front of the Magical Phone, she alternated between her left and right fist, continuing to punch it, many, many, many times. Her fist’s skin ripped off, red blood bleeding, but despite her hands covered in blood, she wouldn’t stop. It doesn’t matter. If she could just break it, it doesn’t matter. Snow White pulled out a pavement from the ground and pounded it, she twirled a bench and threw it at the phone, she slammed it on the curb of the flower bed, but the administrator phone didn’t break.