Everyone Is A Bolt In Socialism

The night came real quick, the final rays of twilight fighting off the rising darkness. In the distance, the white fatty and Puppeteer, whose body lolled over his shoulder, got fainter with each passing heartbeat. Soulsqn and the highest god were consumed by the darkness and became mere silhouettes in Lin Sanjiu's eyes. 

The highest god remained silent for several seconds. 

Lin Sanjiu guessed he was inspecting Soulsqn's memories. After all, it was impossible for him to finish analyzing Soulsqn's biological information at the same time. However, something just did not add up. As the queen of a species that had existed for such a long time, it occurred to Lin Sanjiu that the highest good took far too little time to analyze the flesh worm's memories.