Like the Twilight of the Gods, the cosmos ushered in an unprecedented mythical spectacle.
Rustle, rustle!
A swarm of ants shuttled in and out of a hornet's nest, transporting matter, tearing the wall membrane. The cosmos was rapidly shrinking.
"Truly spectacular."
"Thanks to my buddies for helping me move things out, clearing furniture and clutter, so I can renovate my room."
Li Qing quietly ate some melon, watching this scene unfold.
The entire cosmos's civilization served as free labor, cleaning up the site for me.
Who else could achieve this?
The mental institution is under construction!
But that's just boasting.
Emotionally intelligent view: Free labor moving bricks for me, rebuilding my homestead.
Low emotional intelligence view: I can't beat them; they can steal as much as they want.
Over the long years, only 50% of the cosmos remained, with the rest being boundless space fragments, and now it's decreasing crazily.
