Ancients

The mission I brought had practically saved Lilina's life, giving her a reason to temporarily escape her near-hellish workload.

Although the Girl usually acted so unreliable, there was one thing about her that had always been satisfying: her exceptional sense of responsibility. She always did what she said she would. She would desperately complete any task entrusted to her, and never shirk work she had promised to do. A while ago, she declared that she would make the Goddess's name resound across the entire Danmer-III Mineral Star. Sure enough, she installed over ninety-seven million loudspeakers there... I digressed.

Anyway, since she had voluntarily said she would help her hands-off Goddess deal with the backlog today, she would definitely keep her word. If I had not come to save her, stubborn Lilina might have failed her tribulation right there in the temple. The special mission I brought had saved her: she had been worrying about finding a legitimate excuse to end this impossible job.

However, while Lilina had been liberated, our Goddess was about to face the unluckiest day of her life.

After I tossed the Little Bean Sprout into the mountain of documents, she was still groggy, crawling all over the scrolls with her eyes closed, looking like she could not wake up. Only when she failed to find the thumb she had been hugging did she muddle-headedly open her eyes. Yet even after seeing her surroundings clearly, she bounced around curiously and asked Lilina and me where this was. She had been an absentee God for so long that the little thing had practically forgotten what her own temple looked like!

As a result, Lilina explained the situation to the little thing, and Ding Dang immediately fainted with a "Waaah!"

Needless to say, given how she always bought heaps