"Now kick your own butt."
Shen Ye pondered for a few moments, then jumped up and kicked his own butt like kicking a hacky sack.
—Compared to "the ability of the Master of Sequence is a dung bomb," kicking your own butt became an extremely trivial cost.
"Now integrate the entry 'Master of White Impermanence' into the sequence," said God.
"Hey!" Shen Ye said.
"Trust the Lord; the Lord will never make you do things without meaning."
"...Such a useful entry, well, forget it."
Entry integrated.
Dammit.
It was hard to cultivate an entry, just about to change identities, and now it must be used for assimilation!
But there was a barely detectable urgency in God's tone.
This was acutely sensed by Shen Ye.
"I know you know I'm anxious, but you don't know why," God said.
"Why?" Shen Ye asked.
"You need a historical fragment to establish yourself in the Other Shore—this is a moment related to your success or failure—"
"And I can't stay here any longer."
