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THE GRASS
“…He is learning.”
The puddle sighs.
MOON GOD
“…Unfortunate. You are stable.”
A pause.
“…I dislike stable things. They are hard to crash into meaningfully.”
The system flickers.
LATTICE: “Foreign divinity present in sect grounds.”
OVERSEER: “Assessing threat level.”
A long pause.
“…Unable to classify due to liquidity.”
The Random Guy finally speaks again.
“…So is it dangerous?”
CHEONGMYEONG
“…Probably.”
DUGU QIUBAI
“…Yes.”
LIN YUE
“…Not necessarily to us.”
THE GOURD
“…Mostly to reality’s dignity.”
The puddle begins to slowly gather itself upward, like a memory trying to remember it has bones.
MOON GOD
“…If I reform, I will be annoyed.”
A pause.
“…Do not make me reform.”
WUKONG
“THAT SOUNDS LIKE A CHALLENGE!”
LIN YUE (immediately)
“…No.”
CHEONGMYEONG
“DON’T YOU DARE START A ‘MAKE THE GOD LESS LIQUID’ COMPETITION.”
The Random Guy looks at the broom.
Then at the puddle.
Then at the sky that briefly forgot how to behave.
“…Do I have to do something?”
A silence falls.
Even the system hesitates.
Then—
LIN YUE
“…No.”
DUGU QIUBAI
“…Not yet.”
CHEONGMYEONG
“…Just keep sweeping.”
THE GOURD
“…Yes. Continue being normal nearby it.”
THE GRASS
“…That is strangely stabilizing.”
So he does.