"Are you really a god?"
Maso warily watched the orange cat crouched on the table.
She had once guessed that this orange cat was the Avatar of some powerful Spellcaster, but elevating it all the way to the level of a god was still too much for her to believe.
"Does it matter whether I am or not? You only need to know that I can help you make Little Tyrants and arcade machines, right?"
When facing the leader of the Sewing Gang, Joshua stopped trying to bluff her and chose a more practical way of speaking.
This woman named Maso had lived in this chaotic city since childhood. It was already incredible that she had learned magic at all. Joshua did not expect her to hold faith in some vague, intangible god the way that lizard elder did.
"Then can you really purify that gray fog or whatever, and save this city's residents?" Maso threw out another question.
"The first part is true. As for the latter... if you think it's true, then it's true."
Joshua was not particularly interested in pretending to be a god. Once he had finished preaching, if the bystanders did not want to believe him, he would not keep holding them there to preach some more.
With the attitude of believe it or not, you'd still end up with another game anyway, Joshua could not be bothered to argue with the woman.
"I believe you're a god. But if I worship you, can you grant me any wishes?"
Maso sat back down on her sofa, lit another cigarette, and asked.
"Wishes? Do you want to play a sequel to King of Fighters, or new arcade games? Things like Metal Slug, Knights of the Round Table, or Cadillacs and Dinosaurs. As long as you make