It was a bright and clear day.

On this pleasant afternoon, the captain and I were drinking tea in the lookout tower.

The wind danced, the birds sang.

Watching the new firefighters below the tower, in their ridiculous squatting poses as punishment…

We laughed and made a bet on how long they would last.

She said one hour, I said two.

Then she chuckled deeply, looked at me, and smacked her lips.

Then she looked out the window, squinting slightly to admire the unchanging green ocean in the distance.

Infected by her mood, I chuckled too.

We smiled contentedly.

While admiring the beauty of it all…

Simultaneously, deeply detesting its boredom.

Suddenly, the ground began shaking wildly.

Chairs fell in the lookout tower, bookshelves crashed, everything was in chaos.

Before we could react, the violently shaking floor threw us to the ground.

We were terrified, thinking it was an earthquake!

Just as we were about to fly out of the tower to escape the earthquake.

The fire alarm rang out violently.

We quickly got up from the ground and looked out the window.

What met our eyes was not a forest fire.

It was an endless, overwhelming, apocalyptic sea of magma.

Trembling, we took out the binoculars and looked into the distance.

Millions of acres of forests swayed in the erupting inferno.

The unimaginable loss of forest resources kept unfolding amidst the deathly red inferno.

The distant Furnace Ash Village, which had borne witness to our countless dreams and laughter, was instantly reduced to rubble in the devastating firelight.

Unbelievably, the magma-induced wildfires, like giant red doughnuts sizzling and raging, came hurtling over.

The new recruits under the lookout tower panicked at the sight, chaos ensued in an instant.

We shouted till our horns broke, blew our whistles relentlessly, but there was no way to gather them together now.

Some new forest rangers even went on strike and refused to work, leaving their uniforms behind and flying away.

The captain had to rally the seasoned rangers to regroup.

We swore that even at the cost of our lives, we would stop the spread of this fire.

We cleared trees, encircled the fire, used magic, dampened the forest, and even resorted to rain-summoning spells.

However, all efforts were in vain against the terrifying power of nature.

Eventually, the captain decided to lead us to escape.

But it was too late.

The wildfire was already upon us.

The intense heat waves caused by the raging flames at our doorstep disturbed the magical wings we had extended from our backs.

Even with wings stretched, we could not escape.

The captain, with a solemn expression, reluctantly told us to use magic to dig into the soil and hide underground, perhaps to survive for rescue.

But we all knew that this method would at best leave behind intact corpses.

However, faced with the approaching towering flames, we did as instructed.

Buried in the soil, I felt like a roasted duck in an oven.

In fact, if someone were to pull us out from the earth, we could have been eaten directly.

But even so, I did not give up. Do you know? At that time, I desperately huddled in the almost scorched earth, praying frantically, praying that the gods would come to save me. But the gods did not come. It was a person who came. Just one person. She stood tall in the sky. Mercifully waved her hand. She said, "Let the Red Sea recede." And so the Red Sea receded. I crawled out of the burnt land, looking around timidly. All 208 forest rangers had sacrificed themselves. I had also been burnt to a state without skin, and my limbs were almost charred. I barely opened my broken eye sockets, raised my shriveled eyeballs, and looked up at the sky. I whispered her name with my mouth slightly open. And so I was saved. What do you say...

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"Oedipus is not a god, what else could he be!?" A person wearing a scarlet robe embroidered with golden carp shouted ecstatically at the person tied to the chair. "Ah!? Right?" "I said, right!!??" After several loud roars in a row, the person's tone gradually changed from joy to anger. It's not clear who provoked her, but she seemed to be as angry as a raging inferno, and proceeded to slap the bound person several times with a loud smack. This person seemed a bit mentally unstable. Boom! With a light tap from another person wearing a scarlet carp robe nearby, the mentally unstable person's brain exploded. "You stole my lines." Mira, who had been narrating the story, spoke up softly.