Yang Yi sat on the Salt Throne as countless Salt Folk prostrated themselves and piled atop one another, bearing the throne upward until it reached the top.
Only when he could look down on the white ball of flesh from above did he ask unhurriedly.
"Commoner! Do you still remember your name?"
"I... I am...?"
The giant could not remember. For a moment, he could not even remember why he was here.
His head had become an ever-shifting ball of flesh, extremely unstable, constantly writhing and changing. A mouth would occasionally appear on it, or a nose and eyes, but they soon sank back into the flesh, never managing to form normal facial features.
"You cannot even remember that?
Hahahaha!"
Yang Yi burst out laughing.
"You cannot be blamed for that!
After all, compared to the Rotting Whale, your bulk is no more than a drop of water compared to the ocean.
You sought to assimilate the Rotting Whale, but in truth, you were merely being assimilated by it!"
Yang Yi's words rang like an alarm bell, abruptly restoring a measure of awareness to the giant's muddled consciousness.
"No... impossible!
Was I deceived...
No, I am the Child of Abundance. I possess endless life and vitality. I..."
Lopsided facial features appeared on the giant's head, but they soon vanished entirely, leaving nothing but a protruding ball of flesh.
"I... who am I?"
Those were the last words the ball of flesh uttered before its mouth disappeared.
The giant was about to be assimilated by the Rotting Whale, his consciousness dissolving into its chaotic sea of awareness.
Yang Yi frowned, then suddenly slapped himself hard!
He had actually wasted so much time showing off, only coming to his senses now!
Refuse Death had two minutes and twenty-one seconds remaining. He had