Far to the east, within the Hell Arena floating above the Eastern Subcontinent, Donkey was happily swallowing a slain lower-tier chief god whole when he suddenly shuddered violently. With an excellent appetite and a wide-open stomach, Donkey abruptly rose onto his hind legs, his expression darkening as instinctively he looked westward.
"No one dares snatch things from Lord Donkey!" Donkey muttered to himself in a sinister tone. "Hmm, how was that saying supposed to go? Who told me that? Brothers are like hands and feet; women are like clothes. Whoever touches my clothes, I'll chop off his hands and feet!"
"That's right, that should be it! Hmm, this feeling is strange. Is someone trying to do something to my beauty?" Donkey's face grew darker and darker. His already rather long donkey face stretched several more inches. A deep, ghostly black gleam flickered in his eyes, while every strand of black fur on his body silently stood on end.
"Hmm, after eating so many gods, my injuries have healed quite a bit, and... hmm, my head's a mess. What's going on? Did I do these things? No, of course not. Where did these memories come from? Hmm? Whose are they? Memories that have nothing to do with me—no, they do have something to do with me! No, never mind whether they do or not. Someone wants to lay hands on my big-breasted girl?"
Donkey's body swayed unsteadily several times. Opening his mouth, he swallowed a crowd of fleeing Miro Divine Cult gods in one gulp. He let out a contented burp, and steaming heat poured from every pore of his body. A gray ghostly gleam flashed through his pitch-black eyes, and Donkey suddenly grinned strangely. "A flower fit to be plucked should be plucked without delay; do not wait... wait for