As they chatted, the succubi discovered that the Sloth Demon King had fallen asleep. They secretly grumbled that she had claimed there was too much going on, yet she had gone back to sleep again. Given a Demon King's habits, this nap would last at least a century.
The succubi did not know that the Sloth Demon King had not fallen asleep on her own this time. Someone had dragged her into a dream.
On a vibrant grassland, Andrew looked at the sleeping Sloth Demon King with a speechless expression. This woman was actually sleeping inside a dream?
"How about getting some ants and letting her taste Ten Thousand Ants Attack the Heart?"
Andrew muttered to himself. Before his voice faded, the Sloth Demon King suddenly vanished. When she reappeared, she was already over a hundred meters away and on her feet.
The Sloth Demon King was confused at first, then quickly realized what had happened. She asked Andrew in astonishment, "Did you pull me into a dream?"
"What a powerful sense of danger. You're just a little short of reaching Destiny level. Sloth Demon King, it seems everyone underestimated you."
Andrew clicked his tongue in admiration. Intuition was not so simple. Take Spider-Man, for example—if he pushed his intuition to the limit, he could even predict the future, or directly identify the correct answers on an exam paper.
"Who are you? What do you want with me?"
The Sloth Demon King asked irritably, "I knew there had been too much going on lately. I was lying comfortably in my castle, surrounded by succubi waiting on me, wondering what to eat for lunch, and trouble came looking for me."
"I'm the Mechanical Demon King."
Andrew did not waste words. He went straight to the point. "I want to borrow your