"could you possibly be a 'god' too?"

Ming returned home, releasing the frogs to roam freely.

On his way upstairs, Ming saw Wendy sweeping the ground floor hall with practiced precision and attention to detail. He was quite pleased with her work ethic. Wendy, once set on a task, wouldn't stop until told, and never once had she complained. Such dedication was truly commendable.

"Wendy," Ming beckoned, handing her several snakes, "Clean out their insides and peel the skin."

With a nod, Wendy set aside her broom, accepted the serpents, and headed to a cliff on the western side of the mountain. This was her designated workspace where she would dispose of waste such as fish scales and household refuse, tipping them into the crevices below.

Contented, Ming continued upstairs, shooing away three mice sprawled on his couch. He reclined to rest. Even with his formidable abilities, a fight still took its toll. This last he bridges the Euryale, but it also set him back by over 2 million.