After searching bitterly for more than half a year, he had finally found a Soul Power Fruit he had dreamed of—and yet it had already gone into someone else's mouth. What kind of experience was that? God of Order, Red Light, had plenty to say about it.
The enormous blow turned his entire world gray and dim, stripped of all its former color.
He had been just one bite away from gaining the power to fight those utterly hateful Golden Dragons, to grind that Golden Dragon calling himself Chip the Devil King beneath his feet and wash away his past humiliation.
But now, there was nothing left.
Even though he was a lofty Deity, a Deity who had lived for who knew how many years, he could not bear such a blow!
A nameless fury surged up from some unknown part of his body, billowing outward as though his entire being were about to burst into flames.
That little bastard had actually dared to steal and eat a fruit that belonged to him. Utterly detestable.
He had already shouted for him to stop, yet that little bastard had still dared to take a bite. After taking a bite, he had dared to run. Running was one thing, but he had eaten faster and faster as he ran, looking back every three steps...
For the first time, God of Order, Red Light, realized that he hated little brats of six or seven this much.
Rage unleashed a massive force within him. He broke into a run after the little fellow. "Stop right there, you bastard!"
The little fellow kept looking back, his face filled with terror. Wind whipped beneath his feet as he darted like a phantom—but how could he possibly outrun an adult?
God of Order, Red Light, caught up