“BOIL BATHWATER FOR FROST-GIANTS?!”
Inside the Rank 7 Supreme Demon-Stewing Pressure Cooker, the three-thousand-foot Blood-Siphon Fiend slammed all ten of its heads against the inner rune-wall in utter despair.
“Kill me! Just kill me right now!” the Fiend sobbed through the brass steam whistle on top of the lid, its voice echoing across the fifty-mile-deep cavern. “I am a Rank 7 Nascent-Soul Guardian forged by Great Enforcer Xue Sha of the Blood-Moon Immortal Sect! I am supposed to drink the blood of worlds and dine on the souls of emperors! I refuse to make potato manure and boil bathwater for hairy blue giants! Shatter my core! Let me die with my Upper-Realm dignity!”
Inside the pot, the Fiend curled up into a giant sulking ball, crossed all five hundred of its remaining tentacles over its chest, and clamped all ten mouths shut, refusing to curse or breathe out a single spark of blood-fire!
Outside on the Star-Steel deck, the spinning steam whistle on the lid slowed down—wheeee... wheee... pffft—and the pressure gauge needle dropped from the green zone back down toward yellow.
Down at the bottom chute, a half-formed green fertilizer brick got stuck halfway out with a sad clunk.
