Little Devil Lu Mingze stood in the shadows beyond the moonlight, dressed in his exquisite little formal suit. Unlike his usual relaxed, carefree expression, there was a rare gravity between his brows now.
But Lu Mingfei did not notice. He had accumulated too many questions, like thorns lodged in his throat. If he did not spit them out, he would never be at ease.
"Where have you been these past few days?" he asked. "I kept looking for you, but you never answered. Where's Erii? Where is she now? And this world—what exactly is going on?"
He fired off a string of questions in one breath, like a barrage of bullets.
A helpless smile appeared on Lu Mingze's face. He spread his hands. "All right, all right. Questions have to be asked one at a time, and I have to answer them one at a time too. But some things can be said, while others can't—it depends on the situation."
He paused, as though organizing his thoughts.
"Let's start with where I've been—I'm not some omniscient, omnipotent god. I'm just a diligent little devil, a tiny salesman in hell. Someone suddenly made such a huge mess of things, so naturally I had to investigate, right? Intelligence doesn't just fall from the sky. You have to find it, verify it, and pick up those scattered fragments from every corner one by one."
"Huh? So that's how it is..." Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment.
In his mind, Little Devil had always been mysterious, as though he knew everything—like the Holy Grail in anime, or Aladdin's Lamp. Whatever you wanted, he could give it to you.
Only now did he realize that Little Devil was not omnipotent either. The "products" he sold came from such an ordinary source—he had to put