A God Descends

How long had it been since I'd felt this leisurely and carefree?

Every day, my job was to eat when I was hungry, sleep when I was full, play when I woke up, and eat again when I got hungry. Meanwhile, I watched Sandora happily spend all day eating when she was full, eating when she was full, eating when she was full. Or I teased Little Pao Pao, teased Suigintou, or teased Little Pao Pao and Suigintou together. There was endless fun in a world full of noisy little girls. Occasionally, I paid attention to major world events, such as who was at war with whom and how many people had died, then calculated with Qian Qian whether that number would have exceeded the casualties from a single Imperial Army cannon blast in the previous wars... All right, I admitted that last part was a little messed up.

Still, this blissful life of eating and waiting for death had finally arrived, even if only temporarily.

The Divine Realm's envoy had yet to send word. The grand plan jointly put forth by Qian Qian and Sandora was still drawing attention on the desks of world leaders. Siweisi was overseeing Shadow City's operations, while the countless worlds monitored by the Macro World were peaceful—the world was at peace. After three days, I felt like moss was growing on me from idleness.

Of course, it would be nice if things could stay this idle forever.

It was exactly seven in the morning. Normally, given my personality, there was no way I would be awake at this hour. But ever since I started "living together" with a certain little doll, if I didn't want to be awakened every day by a hard-edged, absurdly heavy suitcase smashing into me, I had to reset my