"Father!"
Little Enma watched helplessly as Imu's figure emerged once more from the slowly fading crimson pillar of light.
But Imu looked somewhat strange now.
Not that his appearance had changed.
Rather, wisps of black mist were leaking from his body, making anyone who looked at them feel uneasy, tense, even slightly afraid.
Yet when Imu's feet touched the ground, the black mist swiftly flowed back into his body like water.
This was Divine Power—the Divine Power of the God of Death's divine office.
He had only just gained this power, so his control over it was poor. That was why it had spread around him, making him look like a Dark-Dark Fruit user.
The Divine Power Imu possessed now mainly came from the national strength of the Sea Star Underworld.
As for the power of faith from the Underworld's undead and the Human Realm's living beings, it was practically nonexistent.
After all, hardly anyone in either realm even knew who he was.
How could there be any faith to speak of?
"Did something happen just now, Father?" Little Enma's eyes were filled with concern.
Imu was rather speechless.
Earlier, both of them had thought the Underworld's will would choose the other to become the new Lord of the Underworld. Who would have thought it would ultimately fall to him?
Honestly, he still found it strange.
As he had said before, he was not undead.
He even suspected that the requirement for him to stay here for three months every year had also been tailor-made for him by the Underworld's will.
That made the matter worth pondering.
Did this Underworld will possess an independent personality, consciousness, intelligence, and desires?
Or was it truly just a natural law maintaining the Underworld's operation, choosing him as Lord of the Underworld purely out