A house wasn't necessarily more comfortable just because it was bigger. It was like that guy who once smugly said that whenever he opened his eyes and saw a ceiling less than four meters above him, he felt imprisoned—put him in an open courtyard, and he definitely wouldn't be able to stand it either...
Father God Palace was a little too large for me. An extra-large dining hall, extra-large corridors, an extra-large main hall, and extra-large guest rooms. When I woke up early that morning, I finally understood why Father God refused to live in such a huge house and insisted on setting up a twenty-square-meter bedroom beside the Entrance Hall instead: all night, I'd felt like I was sleeping in an open-air plaza...
I stood dazed at the doorway for a while before remembering that I'd spent the night at Father God Palace. Then I remembered that I'd habitually gone to sleep hugging that little doll, so I hurried back to look for the doll girl. After searching for ages, I finally found the little thing under my pillow. Seriously, with the way the two of us slept, how had she burrowed in there without me noticing all night?
I placed the still-groggy little doll on my shoulder and watched her instinctively hug my head and settle herself. Then I strode out of the guest room, which was practically an indoor stadium. As I mentally complained about how much enthusiasm the people responsible for building Father God Palace must have had when they built this place, I considered what I should do today: perhaps visit the God Race's Deep Diving Test Port, or find those thirty military experts and ask about their progress. Of course, what I hoped most was that everything was proceeding in an orderly fashion, so