"The Demon King of Hell devours souls, while Heaven harvests faith. Different paths, same destination."
Andrew shook his head and asked, "God, is that your only goal? What do you think about the disasters that have been occurring so frequently lately?"
"Director of S.W.O.R.D., I know what you're worried about. Don't worry, I'm not planning to do much."
The old Black man waved his hand and said, "Unless the world is truly destroyed, neither Heaven nor I will intervene. Doing so would cause humanity to lose the possibility of moving forward, just like before.
"As for disasters, isn't that what you're here for? You may be a Demon King of Hell, but I can tell that you genuinely want to save the world. Besides, your current strength is no weaker than mine."
At first, Andrew was naturally no match for God, but now he was no longer who he used to be. In a direct battle, unless God brought all of Heaven to bear, even he had no confidence in defeating Andrew.
The problem was that God had Heaven, and Andrew had his own territory. If they truly fought, anything could happen.
Andrew asked with a faint smile, "Aren't you afraid I might have some kind of scheme?"
"We actually discussed that question many times in Heaven."
The old Black man smiled. "At first, many Angels wanted to investigate you and find out who you really were, then take precautions before anything happened. But I stopped them, because I sensed that without you, this world would inevitably be destroyed.
"Since that's the case, I'll be lazy and leave things to you. Director of S.W.O.R.D., I have no particular designs on you, but I won't help you either—unless this world is truly about to be destroyed."
"As long as I'm here,