Mo Ling was startled by the image that suddenly appeared on the puddle before him, causing him to jerk back. The Little Elf immediately mirrored his movement, leaning back as well so that their shimmering forms remained one.
Mo Ling quickly realized this strange perspective was the Little Elf's doing, so he sat up straight and held perfectly still.
"Am I a god now? Did you transfer your privileges to me?"
"Of course not," the Little Elf explained. "I just stuffed myself inside of you. You're empty, so naturally, I can stuff anything in."
"It's that simple?"
"It's that simple."
Mo Ling gave a skeptical nod, and the Little Elf nodded in sync with him.
"No more questions for now. Hurry and help your friend."
The Little Elf shifted their shared perspective, zeroing in on a location within the Sea of Creation.
There, Li Luo was riding the Lego Bird, dodging and weaving through the air. A nigh-unending swarm of creatures that looked like plastic bags pursued them relentlessly.
