"You were very interested in God's Power, weren't you? You even left a mark on Bruce."
The old Black man continued. He had never intended for Bruce to wield God's Power forever, because that was impossible. Bruce could not bear it.
"You're being this good to me? Could it be that I'm actually your long-lost... father?"
Andrew quipped. He did not believe pie fell from the sky. The old Black man was rendered speechless and retorted, "Normally, shouldn't it be a long-lost son?"
"I have no interest in being the Son of God."
Andrew said, "God, let's skip the nonsense. You could clearly deal with Malebolgia yourself, so why did you make me do it?"
The old Black man said, "Since you've asked, I won't beat around the bush anymore. I want you to become the God of this world. I gave Bruce God's Power partly to leave behind a miracle, and partly to see how you would handle this.
"The facts proved that you are exactly as I understood you before: an old schemer. Or rather, a super old schemer."
"Hey, we're familiar, but if you keep talking nonsense, believe it or not, I'll sue you for slander?"
Andrew raised an eyebrow and asked, "You want me to become God? Why me? Also, old man, are you looking for an heir because you're about to die? Uh, we're not close, so I probably don't need to give you funeral money, right?"
Andrew was not particularly excited. After all, he had already been God before, even an omniscient and omnipotent God. The God of this world was merely the lord of a Small World to him. He did not care that much.
Not to mention that it had yet to be confirmed whether this was true. Pie did not fall