You could never guess what the God Race was thinking. Not to mention oddballs like Viska, who dared lead her own bishops and Guardian Knights to collect protection money at the entrance of a temple—even Ding Dang could always do something astonishing whenever her brain short-circuited. To experience what a sauna felt like after seeing one on television, she actually suggested finding a pot and boiling herself in it. Even more bizarrely, Monina, as Ding Dang's subordinate, had actually played the role of accomplice in this profoundly abnormal operation.
That was right. Monina had boiled the water. She had personally cooked her own captain...
Of course, I knew an ordinary pot of boiling water could not possibly hurt Ding Dang, but you had to understand: we normally used that pot for cooking. If every meal from now on made me remember that it had once been used to boil Ding Dang, did you think I could still eat?
I had already handed the blood samples collected from Mars to Ding Dang. She merely touched the samples, and they vanished, disappearing to who knew where. Only when I asked did I learn that Ding Dang had converted them into "concepts" and uploaded them to the God Realm, where experts could analyze the origins of those life samples.
Ding Dang continued squirming around on my shoulder. The little thing still glowed with an adorable pink hue. She had already looked like a delicate little doll, but now she seemed even more crystalline and translucent. The faint fragrance she had carried when she first came out of the pot had already dispersed; only from up close could one vaguely smell a refreshing yet utterly indescribable scent. There were two things that puzzled me now. First, how could such a tiny creature have body