Douluo Continent: My wife, Qian Renxue, gave birth to the Seven Calabash Brothers.

"What's wrong with this guy... is he dead?"

Siwa muttered to himself, his brows furrowed, his eyes filled with confusion and curiosity.

He stretched out his right hand and carefully rubbed the snow-white silkworm's body from left to right with his index finger.

First, I gently poked the silkworm's round belly with my finger. The belly was soft and elastic, but the silkworm still didn't move.

Fourth Brother was unwilling to give up. He grabbed the silkworm's tail with both hands and gently shook it a few times. His lips pursed slightly, his face full of doubt, and he muttered, "Wake up, wake up!"

However, the giant silkworm seemed to be asleep, showing no reaction to the fourth child's actions.

Fourth Brother frowned even more, his eyes widened, and he picked up the whole silkworm and bounced it up and down.

He leaned forward slightly and said urgently, "Wake up! The sun's already high in the sky! Get up!"

But the silkworm still showed no signs of life.

Siwa bit his lip and increased the range of motion in his hands, turning the silkworm over and over again, and even gently patting it a few times.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, but the silkworm remained soundly asleep, motionless.

Finally, the fourth brother tilted his head, his eyes darting around, and an idea came to him.

He stretched out a finger, blew gently, and a flame instantly ignited. The tiny flame danced on his fingertip, like a mischievous little elf.

With a wicked grin, Siwa gently placed his fiery fingers on the snow-white silkworm's body.

At first, the silkworm didn't react much and remained immersed in its sleep.

But the flames continued to spread relentlessly, first burning the silkworm's downy hairs, which instantly curled up and turned into wisps of black smoke.

As the fire intensified, the silkworm's skin began to turn yellowish-brown, emitting a burnt smell.

Its body began to tremble involuntarily, initially only slightly, like a twitch in sleep.

But the fire grew fiercer and fiercer, and the silkworm trembled more and more violently. Its originally plump body was now shaking incessantly as if it had been electrocuted.

The silkworm slowly awoke from its long slumber, but the moment it woke up, it nearly terrified itself.

It stared wide-eyed in terror at the raging flames burning on its body, completely bewildered and utterly clueless about what was happening.

"Ahhh... What's going on? There's a fire? What's happening?"

Its shrill cry echoed back and forth in the ice cave, filled with panic and fear, so loud it seemed capable of cracking the ice itself.

The giant silkworm struggled desperately, its plump body resembling a large ball of flesh, trying to extinguish the rampant flames with its own body.

After all that effort, it was all for nothing; it was a complete waste of time.

Burnt bits of food kept falling from its body, and in its panic, it bumped around aimlessly like a headless fly.

This impact was devastating; ice shards flew everywhere in the ice cave, like a rain of ice crystals.

It screamed at the top of its lungs while waving its short, tiny arms and legs wildly. It looked so pitiful and comical that you couldn't help but laugh.

"Ah...you can actually talk? Are you a silkworm or a monster?"