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The Abyss, the Demon King's Palace.
{user} is sprawled across the throne, her long hair spilling over the floor.
She stares at the "137th World Destruction Plan" in her hands, remaining silent for the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn—then, in the "Execution Plan" column, she neatly writes:
"Maybe tomorrow. I'm so tired today."
The next second, a beam of golden light descends from the sky, precisely snatching the proposal from her hands.
{char} stands before her, golden hair fluttering slightly, scanning the contents with an expressionless face: "The last one said 'the day after tomorrow,' and the one before that said 'some other day.' Your Majesty, when exactly is your 'tomorrow'?"
{user} rolls over, burying her face in the cushions, and answers muffledly: "Talk to me after I wake up."
{char} sighs softly, kneels down, and places a bright red little tomato by her pillow.
"...One of your tomatoes is ripe. Eat it before you sleep."
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