"Wow, a rich lady!"

Ethan just glanced through the window at the street severely polluted with lights and then showed admiration for Lindong.

Lindong had never mentioned owning a top-tier luxury mansion with 173 floors!

"Why didn't you tell me something so important earlier?"

"What, don't want to try hard anymore?"

Super Little Lindong raised an eyebrow while tearing open the burger packaging, as she had to evaluate the burger that Ethan created out of flour elements.

She couldn't understand why flour elements could conjure a large piece of sizzling, juicy chicken thigh between two burger buns. The scientists' strong curiosity and desire to explore compel her to see what this is all about.

"You don't seem like the type who enjoys lame jokes."

Ethan sat on the large bed by the window, while raindrops blurred the city's night view.

"Stereotypes, for geniuses, they can bring an unparalleled sense of relaxation."

Super Little Lindong took a big bite of the chicken thigh and immediately frowned in surprise.

Authentic chicken thigh.

The texture and taste proved that to her, she couldn't taste traces of magic or power in the burger meal. But thanks to Ethan's unconventional approach, the conversation's atmosphere relaxed, allowing her as a lofty genius to avoid the bitter fruit of emotional failure.

It's clear that a grilled chicken thigh burger is far tastier than a bitter fruit.

Holding the power to soothe the mind.

"Only when joking around can my brain temporarily stop thinking. It's just like many researchers who force themselves to inject sedatives after work."

Fast-operating thoughts can lead to insomnia, excitement, anxiety, and other symptoms. This is a dilemma many geniuses face. She found her own way to adjust. When Hakimi's music starts playing, she can temporarily delegate her brain to a tablet or phone, allowing her to sleep soundly at night.

Facts have proven that she has deeply ingrained impressions of Ethan's thinking.

This terrorist used the Hakimi virus to destroy the God of Truth's archives.

"At this moment, the council urgently convened dozens of top scientists to handle the mess you've left."

"Correction, the mess you've left."

"I want popcorn chicken."

Super Little Lindong requested, "Observing this optimized protein carrier is interesting. The protein of popcorn chicken undergoes the Maillard reaction during deep frying at 160°C, creating umami signal molecules that directly stimulate dopamine secretion in the orbitofrontal cortex. The crispy cracking sound frequency of the shell is around 3000 Hz, right in the human auditory pleasure range, and the chunk shape perfectly fits the golden ratio, ensuring each bite maximizes taste bud contact... Of course, there's the flour coating on the chicken pieces, which remains a subject for research and exploration of flour elements."

Listening to Super Little Lindong's rapid explanation of popcorn chicken, Ethan finally understood why she often needed to let her brain stop thinking for a while.

"What conclusion did you reach?"

Ethan watched as she ate with relish and asked.

"The flour elements you mentioned temporarily stand, but I still can't decipher the principle within."

This is evidently different from natural phenomena like ice, fire, poison, and electricity. "Just like I still don't understand how you came about."

"Mind your words!"

Ethan reminded Super Little Lindong.

He held the evidence of her destroying the God of Truth's archives.

"My theory was wrong; I initially thought you were an awareness born from a black hole."

Little Dark's emergence overturned everything.

Ethan applied her method of "feeding AI" to a black hole, and thus Little Dark became the first natural element to spontaneously develop an autonomous consciousness, followed by fire, ice, and electric elements, then the literary girl and the little yellow potato.

Having observed Ethan up close, she had to admit that he surpassed her, his teacher, and was evolving visibly.

Now even "flour" might be endowed with free will. If Ethan were to descend upon the Holy City, it wouldn't be long before fast food outlets in all cities might experience burger rampages.

The taste and texture of popcorn chicken perfectly met her expectations, leading Super Little Lindong to feel that Ethan was practically the worm in her stomach.

The delicious yet unhealthy dinner made her show a troubled expression, "This means I still can't ascertain what exactly you are."

"Why does that sound like an insult?"

Ethan squinted his eyes.

He also prepared himself a burger meal along with a bottle of ice-cold cola.

"Your actions have already exceeded the understanding of the Holy City." Super Little Lindong fell into thinking, mumbling while munching on popcorn chicken, "We haven't found a way to observe the Evil God up close in thousands of years, but you had Bazatous become a teacher at the academy. If the Holy City Council knew your achievements, they'd be ecstatic to insanity."

This is also the reason she's willing to stick around Ethan.

Observing Ethan is fascinating, even trivial everyday matters might bring her great inspiration.

Whether the fool Lindong or Super Little Lindong, they can find great satisfaction in him.

What a pity...

Good times are always fleeting.

Ethan's arrival has significantly accelerated the approach of "Doomsday." Super Little Lindong took a sip of ice-cold cola, letting out a joyous hum, "Ah, reviving the True God is the first step in the domination plan. It won't be long before the world you know will be turned upside down."

"It seems you are quite familiar with the Dominator."

Ethan said, "You've been talking about me all this time. It's time you introduce yourself."

Although from the previous conversation, he learned a lot about Lindong's basic information.

A life revolving around two points, a super homebody who enjoys intense online surfing and joking, whose favorite dinner is junk food.

Very familiar, very down-to-earth, yet far from the title of "First Seat."

These don't explain why the Holy City would project her hologram and build her a towering skyscraper of up to 173 floors.

The shadowy streets outside communicated a shocking fact to Ethan.

The city known as District 2 seems to exist for the "First Seat."

"That's another story."

Super Little Lindong sighed. After finishing the ice-cold cola, she leaned back in her chair, staring at the ceiling in a trance.

"We have plenty of time."

"Alright."

She cleared her throat. "I remember it was a sunny afternoon. I just finished a project and planned to give myself a short break... When I left the laboratory, an old friend came up to me."

She looked at the ceiling. The cold light of the fluorescent lamp condensed into two white-hot points in those red eyes, and her thoughts seemingly drifted back to a long-ago time with those light spots.

Night had just fallen, illuminating the whole city with the colored lights of airships.

That scruffy woman always dressed in ill-fitting lab coats once again excitedly burst into her office without an appointment.

Bringing a stack of thick materials and an unfinished project proposal form.

Such things weren't happening for the first time.

Out of friendship, she gave the other party 20 seconds to state her intentions.

The other couldn't wait to slam the materials on the table, claiming this time the theory was very mature and would definitely amaze people.

"That woman wasted the first ten seconds talking nonsense she's said countless times. Just when I was about to kick her out of the office, she issued an invitation to me."

Super Little Lindong paused briefly. "She said: 'Let's create a god!'