Mathematical Bliss (42)
In the end, I still didn't make it in time.
Although it had all been guesswork, and the outcome had been expected, Fu Qian still deeply regretted not getting to meet that revered sage he'd long admired from afar.
Of course, that regret existed only in his logical mind. As for his emotions, there wasn't a single scrap of energy left to spare.
When he first encountered the White-Headed Holy See, he'd faced that enormous Finger Ball on the verge of exploding and lamented the scene it might conjure. Now, it had truly appeared in his mind.
A gallery of ecstasy, murky and yellow from top to bottom, where one could find every kind of pleasure from the first floor to the hundredth... Fu Qian was certain the layers of ecstasy multiplying in his mind still numbered fewer than a hundred, but he was also certain it wouldn't be long before they did.
Compared with the Higher Beings he'd encountered before, Your Excellency Stomach seemed to have very clear likes and dislikes. Ever since recognizing him in the church, it had gone to town on him.
If it weren't for the fact that it still had to abide by certain rules of this Heaven, the influence it exerted would ultimately be limited to the mind. Who knew what shape he might have mutated into by now?
After another encounter, Fu Qian was still inclined to hold to his previous opinion about the reason behind this way of doing things: although Your Excellency Stomach possessed a lofty level of power, it wasn't very bright.
So despite its bizarre appearance, among all the Higher Beings he'd met, it was practically a breath of fresh air.
Of course, a breath of fresh air could still drown you. The situation