Maybe there is a problem with the simple communication method, or maybe humans themselves are ruthless and ungrateful creatures.

No one has ever said anything other than asking and being grateful to Him, and no believer has ever thought about problems from His perspective, except for some sailors driven by desire who forcibly gave Him a [female] posture and godhead.

During this time, He had almost nothing to gain. Before the Shurima Empire promulgated the decree "Prohibition of worshiping false gods", He was the most powerful. Even then, the power He possessed could only respond to the believers' requests every day.

After requesting it, the female elf incarnation will be maintained normally.

He never left anything for himself until he met a special believer who said that when someone bullied him in this world, he would feel sorry for her... her.

she?

Isn't it Him?

Qingniao was stunned, a little confused by the strange emotions he had and the gender recognition he had for the first time.

Looking back on his past, Jahn-Alem discovered that only after coming into contact with him was he willing to transform into her, because in this way he could respond to his love for her. The same was true for the shadow creature that transformed into a woman.

This is what I told myself.

His love for himself seems to be completely different from that of other believers. Although he doesn't know what it is, Gan Arem understands that if he loses such love, he will be sad.

Unknown to Janna, who had tasted primitive human emotions for the first time, her emotions were very complicated. Lester's attention was attracted by the hurried pace of the Presidenians.

The purpose of coming out was to obtain some unexpected information. Naturally, Lester would not miss such an opportunity. He quickly blended into the crowd and walked in one direction.

This is a very common open space in Presidence. It is common to see such an idle open space at the entrance of every village. It seems that it would not be a village if there is no open space left.

In the open space, a short battle was taking place. The Ionian he faced was a monk from Shuoji Temple with obvious characteristics. The other one was an out-and-out weirdo.

Wooden poles and lampposts used as weapons were randomly inserted into the ground. The weirdo was wearing a thick dark purple fur coat and a porous iron mask on his face. His whole body was wrapped so tightly that not even a single hair could be seen.

The weirdo has three fingers on each hand, and his dry skin appears dry purple-gray.

After several rounds of close contact, the weirdo clenched three of his thick but flexible fingers into a virtual fist and easily deflected the monk's flying kick. The weirdo grabbed the monk's calf with his backhand and followed the force of the flying kick.

The monk who lost his balance was thrown directly to the ground.

Rolling to his feet, the monk awkwardly raised his numb arms and was about to attack again. After thinking about it for a while, the monk clasped his hands together and bowed to the weirdo.

From a technical point of view alone, the monk who was overthrown has already lost the battle. If he continues to fight shamelessly, it will actually be a disadvantage for the monk who pursues the spirit of martial arts.

"You are indeed powerful. I lost and am convinced."

Putting his palms in front of his chest, the three-fingered weirdo bowed his head slightly and bowed in return, watching the monk join the crowd.

The weirdo's etiquette is in place, but his tone is particularly domineering and arrogant.
Chapter completed!