It was early morning, and the sun had just risen.
Ke Meng stood on the balcony, leaning against the railing and gazing at the sky.
Tangyuan stood quietly beside him. Round as a ball and attuned to his master, he vaguely knew that his master was not looking at the blue sky, but at an existence so powerful it defied all reason.
That existence was the Mother Planet beneath their feet.
Ke Meng stared for a long time, standing like a block of wood for over half an hour.
Only when the professional chef arrived downstairs with the ingredients did Ke Meng's unfocused eyes return to normal.
"Woof!" Tangyuan rolled off to open the door. He also loved the food prepared by human chefs.
The chef entered with the ingredients at seven on the dot. Upon coming in, he greeted Ke Meng and asked what kind of breakfast he wanted today.
Behind the chef was a team of kitchen assistants, determined to ensure that Ke Meng enjoyed familiar five-star dining in his hometown.
Ke Meng paid little attention to it. He gave a few casual replies and left the chef to his own devices.
He sat at the dining table, looked at it, and began spacing out again.
To the kitchen team, Ke Meng seemed incredibly aloof, his mind somewhere far away, making him difficult to talk to.
But Ke Meng knew he was examining his system, checking it over and over.
Only after finishing breakfast did Ke Meng stop inspecting his system list and turn his mind to another idea.
Communicate with Blue Star's will!
Once this idea arose, Ke Meng followed it further, pondering it deeply.
From an evil god's perspective, the Mother Planet's will truly existed. It was by no means an inanimate thing.
Ke Meng believed