Babylonian Tower (Thanks to Little Maoke for the Alliance Leader)

The next day, when Huai Shi woke from a string of endless nightmares, his mouth was full of dog fur, and it took him a long while to come to his senses.

Unexpectedly, he hadn't dreamed of that death-bringer coming to drag him off to a funeral again.

It felt like waking from a long afternoon nap, weary yet languid. The body that had been riddled with hidden injuries over the past few days had finally gotten some rest and was rapidly recovering its vitality.

He just didn't know why he always felt so stifled while sleeping.

He had clearly only slept for a few hours, yet it felt as long as being suffocated for twenty-four hours.

Meanwhile, in the room, the skeleton was still happily fiddling with the "Fly King" in his hands, like a child playing with a tablet, trying out all sorts of strange functions.

He had even learned voice control.

"Hey? Little Beelzebub, play some music!"

The Fly King rolled its eyes on the cover. "Can't. Thanks."

"Little Beelzebub, show me some pictures!"

"None. Goodbye."

The skeleton didn't get angry at all. Instead, he patiently said, "Little Beelzebub, tell me a storytelling segment!"

After being pestered all night by this curious baby, Beelzebub was on the verge of collapse. He exploded, "Wdnmd, are you done yet?!"

The skeleton froze, then became curious. "What does wdnmd mean?"

"..." Beelzebub fell silent.

Feeling Huai Shi's condemning gaze beside him, he felt even guiltier. After coughing awkwardly for a while, he said, "Uh... that... it's... it's short for 'I need to get the master tape'!"

Struck by inspiration, he began making things up with his little brain. "Well... didn't you want to listen to songs and storytelling? This body of mine is pretty old, so without tapes, it can't