What, Is Picking My Feet Against Heavenly Law?

Aha immediately started feeling Yan Huan all over, curiously poking and prodding him.

"Eh? What's going on? That's impossible."

He had forcibly given his power to others before, but this had never happened.

Now, he couldn't even take the power back.

"Kid, what trick did you pull? Give my stuff back, now! Did you hear me?" Aha pointed at Yan Huan and cursed.

"Give it back? Give what back?" Yan Huan looked utterly baffled and shook out his black coat in confusion.

"I, Yan Huan, have always been an upright and exemplary flower of society. There's no way I took your stuff."

"Bullshit! You dare rip me off?"

"Though I have no idea what you're talking about." Yan Huan straightened his collar and said seriously,

"I suppose that makes me the new Aeon of Joy, then?"

Aha: "..."

No matter how the Aeon of Joy thought about it, he couldn't understand why his tried-and-true method had failed on this guy.

Even the power he had planted in him had completely lost contact, vanishing like a stone into the sea.

"Why are you looking at me?" Yan Huan frowned. "Could it be that you intend to show disrespect to me, the Aeon of Joy?"

"Go fuck yourself!" Aha flew into a rage and kicked Yan Huan off the stage.

"What the hell is going on?"

He looked around, trying to find another Aeon lurking nearby to cause trouble, but the result still left him deeply disappointed.

Then, he suddenly recalled Nanook's last words and abruptly looked up.

"..."

Nanook had once said this kid was something else.

He hadn't expected him to be this absurdly something else.

"You're fucking incredible." Aha enunciated every word as he looked down at Yan Huan, who was picking at his feet below the stage.

Meanwhile, Yan Huan continued picking at his feet as if nothing had happened. He casually flicked away a bit of dead skin, which landed right by March 7th's mouth.

March 7th: "..."

She had originally come over to check on Yan Huan, but clearly, there was something more important to deal with now.

Yan Huan sat on the ground when he suddenly noticed a shadow looming over him.

He looked up blankly.

"What?"

Inside the familiar hospital room.

A man and a dog lay side by side in two hospital beds.

When Peipei saw Yan Huan being brought in again, she couldn't help but ask,

"Arf arf~ (Little brother Yan Huan, why are you here again?)"

The mummy was utterly speechless. He shakily raised a hand and pointed at his two plaster-covered legs hanging in the air.

"General Peipei, look. I came to keep you company again. These two legs are medals proving how much I care for my subordinates."

Peipei: "Arf~ (Little brother Yan Huan is so thoughtful.)"

Peipei: "Arf~ arf arf (Just tell me, who beat you up this time?)"

Yan Huan: "..."

The mummy shifted his shoulders, wanting to turn over, but remembered that both his legs were in casts and suspended in the air. He couldn't move, so he gave up.

Helplessly, he asked,

"Tell me, is dead skin really that toxic?"

Peipei: "?"

Footsteps sounded outside the hospital room.

"March, he knows he was wrong. Don't hold it against him anymore," Dan Heng advised.

"Not listening, not listening! How many times has this been already? First it was grape seeds, and now it's dead skin. What's next? Who knows what he'll throw at me after this."

"Oh, come on." Himeko tried to persuade her. "There definitely won't be a next time. Relax, relax."

March stormed into the room, still fuming. Dan Heng and Himeko followed behind her, afraid that if she got angry enough, Yan Huan's casts would need to be redone.

"Oh? You're a mummy again?" March 7th crossed her arms, still not over it.

"March, you're here. Come, come, sit down."

On the bed.

The mummy struggled to wave his arm at March 7th.

"Hmph."

Seeing how pitiful Yan Huan looked, March 7th's anger immediately faded by more than half. She plopped down beside his bed.

Still, she raised her chin and huffed,

"Let's see if you dare throw weird things around again."

"Big Sis March, you've really wronged me here." The mummy looked innocent.

March 7th: "What?"

The mummy said, "Actually, it was all fate's doing. Think about it—I just casually tossed it, and you happened to come over. See? What a coincidence!"

March 7th: "So those casts weren't undeserved."

The mummy: "..."

At that moment, Dan Heng sat down beside the bed as well and said seriously, "Yan Huan, the Aeon of Joy has already left."

The mummy nodded.

"Fuck, we finally sent that Buddha dance away."

Dan Heng said, "But he said the method for calling him still works. Whenever you miss him, you can call him anytime."

The mummy: "..."

Honestly, when the Aeon of Destruction had come, he had no choice but to summon the Aeon of Joy and let the two of them face off head-on.

The only way to fight poison was with poison.

But in truth, he didn't want to have any deep contact with Aeons at this stage.

Because he couldn't beat them.

And not being able to beat them meant being at a disadvantage.

"I don't think I'll ever look for him again in this lifetime," the mummy complained.

Dan Heng nodded. "I think that would be best too. If the one willing to step in had been Clope, the Aeon of Preservation, it would have been much safer. But with the Aeon of Joy, there are simply too many unknowns."

Himeko also sat down by the bed.

She said softly,

"Yes. Trusting the Aeon of Joy is an extremely dangerous thing to do in the first place."

The mummy fell silent for a moment before speaking.

"So picking at my feet because I was nervous is socially acceptable, right?"

"Acceptable my ass!" March 7th grabbed a pillow and smacked it into the mummy's face.

Himeko comforted him.

"Yan Huan, promise us you won't pick at your feet in public anymore, okay?"

Dan Heng chimed in as well.

"Yes. That isn't right."

The mummy frowned.

"What, is picking my feet against heavenly law or something?"

Several dozen days later.

Heavy snow fell as Dan Heng and March 7th set foot upon a boundless snowfield.

Suddenly, they realized someone was missing.

March 7th turned around and shouted,

"Yan Huan, what are you doing? It's freezing here, and you're taking off your shoes?"

Yan Huan was sitting atop a boulder.

His eyebrows were coated with frost and snow. His hand trembled on his ankle as he held a pair of nail clippers, frowning.

"You guys go on ahead. What, I can't even trim my toenails? I wasn't allowed to pick at my feet on the Space Station, and I wasn't allowed to pick at my feet on the train. Now we're on some unfamiliar planet, so trimming my nails should be fine, right?"

"..." Dan Heng and March 7th were speechless.

Because Yan Huan had been strictly forbidden from picking at his feet, he hadn't touched them once since leaving the hospital room.

He had been holding it in so badly.

March 7th said disdainfully,

"Hurry up, hurry up. We'll wait for you here."

Yan Huan waved them off with the nail clippers.

"You guys go on. After I'm done trimming them, I still need to file them."

"Why do you have to trim them in this freezing wasteland?!" March 7th was beside herself with rage.

"Don't you think this has a certain atmosphere?" Yan Huan raised an eyebrow.

The cold wind howled, and March 7th instinctively hunched her body. Just from standing there and talking, a layer of snow had already gathered atop her head.

"Ahhh, I'm freezing to death... Dan Heng, let's go first! I can't take it anymore!" March 7th hurriedly ran toward the distance.

Dan Heng exchanged a glance with Yan Huan. "Then I'll go scout the way ahead with March. Remember to catch up soon."

"Got it, got it. How long can trimming my nails possibly take? Seriously." Yan Huan said impatiently.

An hour passed.

Two hours passed.

Three hours passed.

Four hours...

Amid the cold wind, a snowman tossed away the nail clippers, blew on the nails he had polished to a shine, and said gravely,

"Finally done. See? I told you it would be quick."

"Huh? Where are my shoes? Where did the snow bury them?"

As the snowman searched all over the ground for his shoes, he suddenly heard a long-missed electronic voice.

Received stage reward for slacking off: Key of the Gods—Thousand Worlds' Passage (incomplete version)

Received stage reward for slacking off: Key of the Gods—Black Abyss White Flower

"Hmm?"