Solitary Nights-For Digging Up Embarrassing History

Sure enough, home was still the best—routine plea for *** today, and also for subscriptions. Why had subscriptions actually dropped a little after the New Year?

Maybe I had taken in too many unbelievable things in one day. On my second night in the God Realm, I found myself unable to sleep.

I had no idea how time was calculated in the God Realm, but it should have been around midnight in this world. The Obsidian Temple was already completely silent. Even gods who controlled darkness were used to sleeping after nightfall, which had felt a little off to me at first. In most people's minds, shouldn't gods in charge of darkness begin their activities in the dark?

But Viska shattered that question with one remarkably savage remark: "How many midwives do you know who can still give birth?"

Going out for another stroll in the middle of the night? That did not seem appropriate. I was a guest, after all; keeping Viska's family up night after night would be rather inconsiderate. Besides, I seriously doubted I could find the front door of Viska's house without Mo leading the way, and even if I found it, I doubted I could wake that old door, which snored loud enough to shake the heavens, before I had to get up the next morning. So, unable to sleep and with nowhere else to go, I wandered into the temple's central courtyard.

The Obsidian Temple's layout was somewhat like the character "well." Within its outer walls, four palaces with overlapping eaves formed a crisscrossing pattern, while four bell towers stood near the intersections of those structures. Viska jokingly called her father's design "idiocy in every direction," but he had always insisted he was trying to embody a minimalist beauty of balance—just like the fourth