Qin Chuan pinched the black crystal, which was about the size of a fingernail. It felt cold to the touch, with a sticky, greasy slickness to it.
This thing is a fragment of the Lord of Original Sin's Origin Essence?
He was just about to use his Divine Might to examine its internal structure.
Suddenly, a malicious mental wave filled with resentment drilled into his mind through his fingertip without warning.
[So you're the bug who stole my power?]
A chaotic, clamorous consciousness twisted from countless voices exploded in Qin Chuan's sea of consciousness.
If it had been any other god—even an Upper God—having their Godhead directly struck by this consciousness could have caused it to crack on the spot.
But Qin Chuan merely raised an eyebrow.
As a Main God, his sea of consciousness was as solid as a boulder. The mental shock failed to raise even a ripple.
"Who are you?" Qin Chuan replied lazily on the mental level. "I don't converse with nobodies."
[Bug! How dare you profane the Origin Essence!]
The voice clearly paused before erupting into even more violent fury.
[I am the Lord of Original Sin! The supreme existence of this dimension! You devoured my servant and stole my Origin Essence. I'll burn your soul in the Original Sin Karmic Fire for a hundred million years!]
"Oh, so it's you." Qin Chuan suddenly understood. "Sorry, you were shouting so loudly that I thought you were a stray dog by the roadside."
[...]
His sea of consciousness fell into more than ten seconds of dead silence.
Clearly, the lofty Lord of Original Sin had been rendered speechless by Qin Chuan's words.
It had lived for who knew how many eras and had seen arrogant people before, but never anyone this arrogant!
[You lowly crawler from