My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

They looked up at Lin Mo with curiosity, like a group of newly hatched chicks finally welcoming their mother back to the nest.

Then they started talking.

It wasn't just one person talking; it was everyone talking at the same time.

They chattered and buzzed, all talking at once.

Who are you?

"New friend, new friend."

"Dad said we should be polite and offer cookies to new friends."

……

Others said nothing but circled around Lin Mo's feet, making bubbling sounds as they did so.

Dozens of mouths opened and closed at the same time, and dozens of different voices, some sharp, some round, some thin, and some rough, were mixed together.

Like a pot of boiling sweet porridge, bubbling out one incoherent syllable after another.

Lin Mo frowned. His hand was already on the hilt of the black sword, his knuckles tightening slightly.

The voice of judgment came from behind him, tinged with undisguised vigilance.

"These are the benevolent sweet spirits. They may look harmless, but to be used as an army by benevolence, they are definitely not just harmless decorations."

As soon as she finished speaking, several particularly mischievous sweet-tooth elves had already squeezed from Lin Mo's feet to the front row.

They stretched out their short arms, made of dough, and grabbed the hem of Lin Mo's black robe. They looked up at him with their mouths, repeatedly chanting, "New friend, hug me," "New friend, lift me up high," and "New friend, eat cookies."

One creature tried to climb up the black robe, but it was bounced down by the residual killing energy on the fabric before it could climb even half an inch.

It rolled twice on the ground, got up, and continued to pounce on Lin Mo's boots.

Lin Mo drew his sword expressionlessly.

The black sword swept horizontally, its eerie blue light drawing a chilling arc in the sweet air.

The first row of sweet sprites was neatly cleaved in two by the sword's edge. Their dough-like bodies split open from the very center, with no blood at the crack, only a few strands of viscous syrup seeping out.

The two halves of dough twitched on the ground, and new dough swelled up from the cracks, as if the cut dough had fermented again, growing into two complete sweet sprites in an instant.

Both of them raised their heads together, their mouths opening and closing simultaneously, their voices even more cheerful than before: "Thank you for helping us separate!"

Then they continued to surround him, holding small cookies in their hands and stuffing them into Lin Mo's hands.

Lin Mo frowned, and with a backhand stroke, crushed one of them into mud.

It's not splitting, it's crushing.

The black sword was turned sideways and slammed down with its spine, turning the dough into a sticky mess.

The batter splattered onto the cake surface, and golden syrup seeped out from beneath it, mixing with the cream on the cake floor.

Then every single fragment moved.

Each and every single one of these visible crumbs of dough begins to expand the moment it hits the ground.

One grain becomes one, a puddle becomes a swarm.

In the blink of an eye, the crushed sweet fairy turned into more than a dozen smaller sweet fairies, each only the size of a thumb, but with the same big mouth and the same noisy voice.

They climbed onto Lin Mo's boots, tugged at the hem of his black robe, and stuck small cookies onto his sword sheath.

The cookie crumbs stuck to the leather of the scabbard, and the birds climbed up to try to lick them clean, but the more they licked, the more crumbs appeared, leaving the scabbard covered with a layer of shiny saliva mixed with cookie crumbs.

Mianmian peeked out from Lin Mo's shoulder, her dark eyes staring at the group of sticky little things for a long time.

Then she made a terrible mistake.

She opened her mouth and took a big gulp.

She swallowed more than a dozen thumb-sized sweet sprites into her mouth. She chewed them a couple of times with large movements, and her expression changed from curiosity to confusion to regret in the blink of an eye.

Then her whole face scrunched up, and with a "plop," she spat a still-wriggling lump of dough onto the ground. She frantically rubbed her tongue with her paws, making the barbs on her tongue stand up, her voice full of heartfelt disgust.

"Disgusting! Ugh! Dad, you can't eat this!"

The spit-out dough bounced twice on the ground, its surface covered in slurry saliva, before it began to expand again.

The portion of dough that had been moistened with saliva bubbled, fermented, and rose at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, it has grown into a new, wet, drool-smelling sweet fairy.

This new sweet-tooth elf was more excited than all the others, hopping around Mianmian's paws and constantly chanting, "My new friend kissed me!" "My new friend kissed me!" "Again! Again!"

Mianmian looked utterly dejected and buried her face in Lin Mo's neck, refusing to look at him anymore.

Yin Xue flew up from Lin Mo's right shoulder, crossed his arms, and his scarlet eyes swept over the swarm of little creatures at his feet, which were growing larger and larger as they fought. A gloating smile appeared on his lips.

"Interesting, Lin Mo, why don't you try using Soul Erosion to blast a whole area? It would be really cool."

"No need for that."

Lin Mo spoke calmly, his right hand resting on the hilt of the black sword, and a killing aura silently spread out from beneath his feet.

A crimson light curtain swept outwards from him, enveloping all the chattering sweet sprites within it.

He had already killed the same enemy on the lower level of the floating island.

God of proliferation.

Each spore can divide, and each cell is an independent individual. More than 20 million clones covered several islands, yet he still managed to kill them all with a single sword strike.

Even the law of proliferation itself was swallowed up by the law of slaughter, let alone these lumps of dough that were created by the law of benevolence?

The arc of the black sword as it was drawn left a trail of eerie blue light in the cloying air.

The moment the sword fell, every cell of every sweet-tooth elf within the killing field was individually locked by the slash.

It's not about splitting or crushing, but about sentencing someone to death directly from the level of the law.

All the sweet sprites on the street froze at the same moment, then silently disintegrated.

This time they did not split.

The law of killing severed their connection with the law of benevolence at its source, turning them into puddles of ordinary batter that no longer moved, slowly flowing down the slope of the cake road into the caramel drainage ditch.

"It seems the law of killing is indeed effective against them."

The voice of the Goddess of Judgment came from behind Lin Mo, and she clearly breathed a sigh of relief.

But before she could finish speaking, the walls of the gingerbread houses on both sides of the street began to crack again with numerous tiny fissures.

More sweet sprites poured out of the cracks, several times more than before.

They filled the entire street, climbed up the toffee lampposts, and flipped over from behind the cream flowerbeds.

Even the walls of the cookie castle overhead started spewing dough out.

At the same time, atop the tallest gingerbread castle in the very center of the floating island, a deep red gummy bear wearing a crown slowly emerged.

Its face is a standard smiling face drawn with icing.

The curve of his lips was precise yet stiff, and two dark chocolate beans were embedded in his eye sockets, with rich fluctuations of laws surging deep within them.

It looked down at Lin Mo on the street and slowly spoke in a soft, trembling voice, "Who dares to provoke my people?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of synchronized footsteps echoed from the buildings on both sides of the street.

Cookie soldiers emerged from behind the doors of each gingerbread house, their armor made of crispy soda crackers, their joints held together by melted marshmallows.

The spears they held were spiral lollipops, their tips gleaming with a crystalline sheen, as if they had been licked and then solidified.

Lin Mo slung the black sword back over his shoulder, glanced at Yin Xue and Mianmian, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"It's time to cause trouble."