At noon the next day, in the middle of the Red Sea between northeastern Africa and the Arabian Peninsula.
On the deck of a giant cargo ship that no detector could scan.
"What's wrong? Why are you making that face?"
Fang Mo picked up the Shinigami Infant and casually placed him in the center of the newly drawn summoning circle. "We had a deal. As long as you were willing to eat that bowl of porridge, I'd let you live until tomorrow..."
"Guh... wuaa..."
The Shinigami Infant's face was deathly pale, and he could only force a dry, strange sound from his throat.
"You didn't actually think drinking that porridge would save your life, did you?"
Seeing that the other party could not even cry anymore, Fang Mo slowly broke into a smile. "I lied. Even if you ate shit, you'd only get to live a little longer."
"Wuaa..."
"Crying won't help. Get ready to say goodbye to this world."
Fang Mo was in an exceptionally good mood. He patted Little Ann on the shoulder. "Beloved Disciple, get to it."
"Yes, Master."
Little Ann obediently responded, then pressed her hands together and began chanting. "Demonic God Sovereign who rules over the endless multiverse, Supreme Lord who governs the heavens and all realms..."
This time, the sacrifice proceeded exceptionally smoothly.
No matter how the infant wailed, struggled, or even tried to attack Fang Mo and Little Ann, it was all meaningless.
As a pure white curtain of light descended, space shattered in overlapping layers. Immediately afterward, a giant hand crossed the endless multiverse and descended here, accurately grabbing the terrified and despairing Shinigami Infant from the ground before carrying him away from this realm of reality.
"Tsk, tsk. Finally got it done."
After controlling his First Entity to take away the