Lango sat on a small dune, with something shaped like a crystal ashtray and a turtle shell before him.
The ashtray was made of crystal and gave off just the right amount of heat. Three poison scorpions were skewered over it, roasting.
Lango took a small bag of salt from his pocket, pinched some between his fingertips, and sprinkled it evenly over them. The sizzling sounded like lovely music.
Ever since he had "come out," he had been enormously enthusiastic about food.
Even the Reincarnation Gatekeeper had teased him: Lango, you're getting younger the longer you live.
Indeed, only after "coming out" had he learned that food could offer such wonderful richness beyond sustaining life.
He picked up a roasted scorpion and popped it into his mouth, an expression of enjoyment spreading across his face as he chewed.
After finishing one, he looked down at the turtle shell while waiting for the other two to finish roasting. Three little ladybugs rested on it.
A white dot marked the very center of the shell. That was his current location, while the three ladybugs represented Kallen, Dimoteli, and Dali Wenluo.
However, the little ladybug representing Dimoteli had long since rolled onto its back and stopped moving.
Lango pinched it between his fingers and put it in his mouth. It burst with juice, bringing a satisfyingly spicy kick that broke up the monotony of the grilled flavors.
"Tsk..."
Lango smacked his lips. Still savoring the taste, he looked down again and discovered that the ladybug representing Dali Wenluo had also rolled onto its back. It was dead. He was dead.
"Heh, two dead already."
Far from looking shocked, Lango found this quite amusing.
Among this Observation Delegation composed of outstanding young people from the major churches, he was actually an anomaly, because he