Zhang Ming wore a faint, mysterious smile. "Miss Demon God, it's not that I mind you eating ordinary food. I just think you might have trouble adjusting."
"You decide. I'd be very happy to cook for you."
"..."
No. 101 understood. Her entire face swelled red like a balloon about to burst.
Why did something like this have to happen?!
I-I-I... if I produce waste, am I still qualified to be the primary personality?
The Demon God [Unfulfilled Wish] naturally couldn't care less about such trivial crap, but the human No. 101 cared very much. In just a few seconds, she was on the verge of a breakdown.
Zhang Ming hastily patted her burning head. "Don't worry about that... that's how life is. We muddle our way through it."
"You may own a thousand mansions, but you only need six feet to sleep in. You may have a vast fortune, but you still eat just three meals a day."
"Life is short. How could our limited wisdom fathom infinite mysteries? Muddling through life is the norm."
"Mm..." No. 101 said blankly.
She seemed to have calmed down. Even with her brain frozen, her smile was still quite lovely.
Zhang Ming secretly shuddered. "One more question. Just how strong are you now? Stronger than me?"
No. 101 replied, "In a human body, a little stronger than you... without the human body, possibly much stronger, because I really invested a great deal. Would you like to spar with me? I won't hurt you."
That was definitely an understatement!
How powerful was a body worth tens of millions of Sources of the World?
How powerful was an Eternal in combat?
Zhang Ming guessed she could twist his head off with one finger.
He hurriedly coughed. "I don't like fighting people stronger than me.