It was only noon when she finished dealing with the last stack of reports for the day.
Bibi Dong set down her pen, rubbed her aching brow, and closed her eyes, sinking her consciousness into her spiritual sea.
Inside the spiritual sea, Saintess Bibi Dong had just woken up.
"Hey, you!" Rakshasa God Bibi Dong folded her arms, her tone tinged with disdain.
"Are you sure you don't want to work on your own administrative skills? All you ever do is dump everything on me!"
Saintess Bibi Dong stretched languidly and shook her head without the slightest shame. "But I have you!"
She walked up to Rakshasa God Bibi Dong and said with a grin, "You were Pope for several years. You have plenty of experience!"
"Besides, don't you like power? Just think of all this tedious paperwork as another chance to experience it."
"Isn't that great? You get to enjoy power, and I get to enjoy my sleep. Two birds with one stone!"
Rakshasa God Bibi Dong rubbed her forehead, looking as though she was so annoyed she could only laugh. "You might as well laze yourself to death!"
She waved impatiently. "All right, all right. I've finished your work for you. Now get out of here and stop being an eyesore!"
Saintess Bibi Dong wasn't offended. Instead, she stepped closer and gave this "future self" of hers a tight hug, rubbing her cheek against her shoulder. "Thanks! You really are the best!"
With that, a thought stirred, and her consciousness left the spiritual sea, returning straight to her body.
Rakshasa God Bibi Dong was left standing there alone, stunned.
The lingering sensation of that embrace and that wholehearted "Thanks!" were like a warm current that caught her off guard, rushing into a heart that had been cold for