One monk carries water to drink; two monks carry water to drink; three monks have no water to drink.
When Wenren Sheng woke up again, he found himself in exactly this situation.
He, the Sole Supremacy Society, and the Disaster Anomaly Principal were the three monks.
It was like a house catching fire, with three neighboring households all asleep nearby.
Someone might think, Someone else will surely put out the fire, and keep sleeping.
At times like this, it was usually the most morally upright people—the honest folk people despised most yet could not live without—who got up to fight the fire.
If all three households were utterly selfish, they would all be consumed by the flames in one sweep.
That was precisely why every people whose heritage had endured always had individuals of exceptionally high moral character. Any group without such people would have had its lineage cut short by fire long ago.
Wenren Sheng considered his moral standards decent enough. He also understood that the other two knew this, which was why they dared to lie flat so brazenly.
Because they knew he would definitely put out the fire.
Unfortunately for them, they had misjudged one thing: while putting out the fire, he would grow powerful beyond their imagination, until he crushed every last one of them!
There had been similar situations in his previous life, so all Wenren Sheng needed to do was what he ought to do.
Just as he was thinking this, Old Liu called again. "Good news: the blue water on the moon is disappearing!"
"Oh? Do you know why?"
"I was just about to ask you," Old Liu said doubtfully. "Even you don't know?"
"Oh, I have thought of one possibility, but it hasn't been confirmed yet," Wenren Sheng replied.
"What possibility?"
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