Death Star.
In the Thunder God Inheritance Palace.
Little White sat atop the wooden puppet's head, wandering around the palace.
Anything it deemed a treasure, the avaricious rabbit would not miss, packing them all into its Dimension Space.
Little White took a bite of a carrot and said happily, "Thank you for helping me find so many treasures."
The wooden puppet smiled, "It's nothing, they were just lying around anyway, and since you need them, they're all yours."
Little White nodded happily, feeling the wooden puppet was really thoughtful.
"By the way, I still don't know your name," Little White asked curiously.
The wooden puppet sighed with melancholy, "I'm practically a dead man, let's not talk about the past anymore."
Little White looked down and into the wooden puppet's eyes, sensing this guy had a story to tell.
The wooden puppet forced a smile, "Little guy, why are you staring at me like that?!"
