Chapter 1693: Kneel Peasants
"Amitabha, I know that look, brother Pebbles," said Monk, stepping up to the hamster. Yet the bear cub was not looking at the hamster. No, the bear cub was holding up a mirror and looking at himself.
He had assumed that upon becoming an Earth Immortal, he would finally grow a little in strength. Unfortunately, his size remained the same. Only a small patch of its fur grew longer, now giving Monk a mullet.
His new hair style, paired with his prayer bead necklace and monk robes, made him look extremely adorable, and completely nonserious.
"What look?" Pebbles asked defensively. The fact that his right arm now ended in a flame thrower, and his entire left leg was now a missile, made him look extremely... extremely adorable, given his tiny size.
"It is the look of ambition. Save yourself the trouble? Why walk onto the sizzling plate when you can merely put a steak on it stead, and enjoy a nice, sizzling steak covered in mushroom sauce alongside some mashed potatoes? Such a thing can even be paired with a nice, refreshing drink? But what will ambition get you? Sweaty - thatโs all."
"Hmph. I will become captain - you will see. And then, I will sleep in the big bed," Pebbles said derisively. How could a monk understand the romance of a hamsterโs glorious ambitions?
"My beard is tingling," said Longbeard, stepping out of a bright light as he exited the Challenge realm. "Itโs never done that before. I wonder what it means. If only this thing came with an instruction manual."
"Brother Longbeard, I read long ago that tingling is a sixth sense that warns of trouble," said Monk, though he continued to pose for the mirror in his hands. "Perhaps with your increased power, you have stepped into the realm of tingling - a realm only ever mentioned in legends."
"We are in the lands governed by the Artica race. What trouble could there be?" Pebbles asked dismissively, only to cause Longbeard to facepalm.