"So, deep in the human soul, the fear of evil gods has been inherited, and humanity's fear of evil gods has been passed down."
"But do you really think fear is the only emotion humans possess?"
"Fear doesn't last forever. What comes after the fear? When they looked at their ruined homes and their dead loved ones, what did they think about then?"
I laughed, my smile growing more and more bizarre. "You're too foolish. Do you think humanity's ancestors would pass down their tragic experiences so that their descendants would live in fear for generations?"
"You're wrong. What they passed down wasn't fear, but hatred!"
"It was the helplessness of watching you slaughter humans and wreak havoc, and the despair that gave rise to courage after the cries of despair."
"With so much tragic history, do you really think it existed to make future generations afraid?"
"It existed to awaken future generations. Weakness itself was the original sin! It made them stronger and taught them to hate!"
"That's precisely why we've come this far, step by step. Look around you. Do you really think they're afraid of you?"
The evil god looked around blankly. Everyone nearby was glaring at him furiously.
"Kill him!"
"What's so great about an evil god?"
"Kill him and make him pay!"
These people shouted like mad, their eyes filled with frenzy. Seeing this, the evil god's face became incredibly strange.
He felt his power actually beginning to decline without end. Although it was nothing significant, it still filled him with terror.
At that moment, he looked at me, seemingly realizing something. "I see. You were plotting against me?"
"Is that so strange?" I smiled faintly and looked at him. "Most of an evil god's power comes from fear. The more people who fear you,