Some things were destined to be recorded in history from the very beginning.
In this timeline, the very existence of gods meant they were destined to occupy an extremely high ecological niche in mortal society.
They were tangible big shots, industries, companies—even, one could say, a kind of "natural phenomenon."
"A bunch of antiques swept into history's trash heap think they can stop our rise?"
Even cornered, Lu PingAn remained as calm as ever.
Some things had been fated from the start. The moment he had vaguely become Eastern Kingdom's foremost Life God, he had become a thorn in the eyes of the other Gods of Life.
"Foolish! Arrogant! Child, you are nothing but a weakling who rose to power through the advantage of coming later, by sheer luck!"
"Oh? So you admit I'm above you? How about calling me Dad?"
Lu PingAn made no effort to conceal his mockery and disdain. When the Nirvana Plan had begun, weren't these old gods equally entitled to participate, to continuously evolve and grow with the times?
Besides, the Eastern Kingdom had always valued stability above all else and was remarkably "sentimental." After all these years, if they had truly done their jobs as gods and brought positive value to the nation and human society as a whole, would they have been cast aside so easily?
Lu PingAn had no need to hide his displeasure with them.
When he had invested in the "supernatural industry," when he had begun popularizing and lowering the price of all kinds of entry-level supernatural goods, these bastards had caused him no end of trouble.
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