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

The hall of the Candy Palace was filled with an overly sweet, icy aroma of frosting, and the walls were made of translucent amber-colored hard candy.

In the center of the hall sat a long table sculpted from chocolate, around which Lin Mo and the others sat with solemn expressions.

The table was covered with a tablecloth made of marshmallows, and it was filled with all kinds of desserts: lollipops, gingerbread, cream puffs, and sugar donuts, each one as exquisite as a work of art.

But none of the people sitting around the table touched the desserts, except for Mianmian.

She transformed back into the white-haired girl, holding a gingerbread in each hand, taking a bite from the left and then the right, her cheeks puffing out like two balls, with a layer of biscuit crumbs already scattered on the tablecloth.

Standing to the side is a green gummy bear king.

He wore a rainbow lollipop crown that was taller than any of the other kings.

It wobbles just standing there; someone who doesn't know it might think it's a mascot that's been called to a meeting.

Its dark chocolate bean eyes never dared to meet Lin Mo's gaze. Every time Lin Mo's gaze swept over it, it would subconsciously shrink its neck, and the gummy candy body would bounce slightly.

Its two paws rubbed restlessly on its belly, ruining the frosting.

"I...I really don't know where Father is."

The gummy bear's voice vibrated.

His tone was even more humble than when the black sword was pressed against his stomach in the ruins.

They had clearly given up on resisting Lin Mo.

"This island is located in the southern part of the entire upper airspace. I am the administrator of this southern area. I only govern this area. Further north is not my jurisdiction. There are larger islands, older kings, and more powerful Cookie Generals to the north. My father used to come to inspect once a week. Every time he came, he would bring new cookies to distribute to everyone. Then one day he said he had to go out for a while and never came back."

Lin Mo leaned back in his chocolate chair, tapping the table twice with his right index finger, creating a tiny ripple in the frosting on the table.

"South? Is there a direction in this area?"

This space is so disrupted by the laws that it's impossible to find your way around, let alone any direction. You could even get lost if you closed your eyes and turned around.

Upon hearing this, the Gummy Bear King immediately replied, "Yes, we decided it ourselves. The entire space is divided into eight directions, and this place is the southernmost."

Lin Mo frowned, an idea forming in his mind.

King Bear lowered his head and murmured, "We have never left our territory, and I really don't know any more."

After saying that, it cautiously raised its dark chocolate bean eyes to look at Lin Mo. Seeing that he didn't react, it quickly lowered its head again and continued to rub its belly with its two paws.

Lin Mo stood up.

The chair legs made a slight scraping sound as they scraped against the creamy floor.

He didn't ask the gummy bear any more questions; the gummy bear had already said everything it could.

Kindness gave every sweet-tooth fairy a little cookie, every king a crown and a territory, and then disappeared for hundreds of years.

This doesn't sound like something a guard should be doing; it sounds more like... making arrangements for the aftermath.

He walked to the entrance of the hall and pushed open the double doors made of gingerbread and icing.

The air outside rushed into the hall, carrying a pungent aroma that was a mixture of burnt caramel and the lingering scent of eerie green flames, instantly dispelling the cloyingly sweet baking fragrance inside.

Outside the door was a scene of ruins.

Gingerbread Street was split in two, the gap stretching from the city gate to the horizon, with scorch marks from the aftershocks of the killing field still remaining on the biscuit walls on both sides of the gap.

The cream river was cut in half, and thick caramel gushed out from the break, solidifying into dark golden lumps on the cake floor.

The corpses of the sweet elves were scattered throughout the ruins.

Those once chattering little dough balls now lie quietly on the ground, no longer splitting apart, no longer chattering.

It simply melted quietly into pools of milky white batter, slowly seeping into the cracks in the cake's surface.

Clearly, this place had recently experienced a cataclysmic disaster, and the culprit was none other than Lin Mo.

The little gummy bear peeked out from behind Lin Mo, its round body halfway out. Seeing the ruins outside the door, it let out a muffled whimper.

This was its island, its people, its streets and castle, which Lin Mo and his five companions traversed from beginning to end.

Lin Mo stepped outside, his boots landing on the syrup-splattered ruins.

"Where to next?"

Yin Xue asked, her blood dripping onto his shoulder.

"Head north to the central area."

After saying that, Lin Mo used his legs to fly off the island and landed on the manta ray.

……

After that, they slaughtered countless islands, killed countless cookie soldiers and sweet elves, and destroyed countless cookie castles.

The king of each island said the same thing as the gummy bear.

Ren'ai has been missing for centuries; there is a larger island to the north, and perhaps the answer lies in its center.

The giant spider form was so full that it was too lazy to even lift its legs. In the end, it simply shrunk back to the size of a palm and lay on Lin Mo's shoulder, its eight thin legs hugging its round belly. It hiccuped and muttered softly, "I can't eat anymore."

They passed through the last cluster of floating islands, the surrounding sweet islands becoming increasingly sparse, from initially densely packed to scattered, and finally disappearing completely.

Ahead lay a vast expanse of pure emptiness, devoid of any floating islands.

The sweet, cloying scent in the air had dissipated at some point, replaced by a more ancient and profound fluctuation of laws.

The fluctuation was extremely faint, so faint that even the judgment's perception almost missed it, but it did exist.

The manta ray carried Lin Mo for a long time before the Goddess of Judgment floated to Lin Mo's side, her gray eyes slightly narrowed, and she pointed forward.

"There's something. Directly in front of me, it's very small, but its density of laws is extremely high."

Lin Mo also sensed it.

He patted the manta ray on the head, and the manta ray slowed down and glided forward gently.

The light in the void grew dimmer, but the small outline in the distance became clearer and clearer.

It was an extremely small floating island, so small that it seemed to exist in a completely different airspace compared to the previous sweet floating islands.

The area is estimated to be less than fifty square meters.

It floats alone in the void, with no other islands around it.

There was no trace of any sweet creations, no patrol of cookie soldiers, and not even the chirping of any sweet fairies.

It simply hung there quietly, eerily quiet.

Only when they flew closer could they see clearly that there was no gingerbread castle, no cream river, no lollipop forest, and nothing like Linmo had seen on other sweet islands.

There is only one two-story wooden building on the island, its wooden exterior walls worn white by the passage of time.

A few long-dried vines climbed the window frame, and the steps at the door were paved with several irregular bluestone slabs.

Above the main entrance of the wooden building hangs a faded wooden sign, with most of the paint peeling off the edges.

But the words on it are still clearly legible.

"Ren'ai Dessert Shop".

The upstairs windows shone with a warm yellow light, a soft light that seemed to be an oil lamp lit on the windowsill.

Thin wisps of smoke rose from the chimney, slowly ascending into the air before disappearing into thin air less than three zhang (approximately 10 meters) above it.

There were two small round tables and a few wooden chairs by the door. The tables were covered with red and white checkered tablecloths, one corner of which was slightly lifted and then fell back down by the wind.

A wildflower whose name I don't know is stuck in the vase, its petals still glistening with dew.

In this void filled with shattered floating islands and sweet ruins, this little building was too perfect, too quiet, too much like a trap.

Yin Xue's wings involuntarily tensed, his scarlet eyes fixed on the tightly closed wooden door, and he whispered what everyone present was thinking.

"Isn't this too obvious? Is Ren'ai afraid we won't find it? Or is it a trap?"