"If you were the one standing in my way, I might already have become the Lord of Hell."
Andrew sneered. "Serpent God Set, you don't really think a mere crown can stop me, do you?"
"One crown is enough to deal with you."
Set said, "Mechanical Demon King, you have a glaring weakness."
Andrew tilted his head. "Let's hear it. I've always thought I was invincible."
Even Set was a little speechless. A mere Skyfather, claiming to be invincible? Even I wouldn't dare say that!
"Your weakness is that you're too young. You've only existed for five short years."
As Set spoke, he used the crown to cast Mind Memory Magic on Andrew.
An unimaginably long stretch of memories suddenly flooded Andrew's mind, engulfing him in an instant.
In a certain universe, after Earth came into existence, a being called the Creator—the embodiment of creative power—created four old gods on Earth.
They were Mother of Earth and Nature Gaia, White Magic God Oshutu—one of the Vishanti—God of Dark Magic Xi Suo En, and Serpent God Set, who represented destruction.
When the four old gods first came into existence, they had no physical bodies. They lived on Earth in a special form, absorbing cosmic energy while contemplating the power of rules, gradually perfecting themselves.
The memories flooding Andrew's mind were Set's memories from before he had a physical form, spanning millions of years. Andrew's mere five years, plus the twenty-odd years of his previous life, amounted to nothing beside them.
More importantly, those memories contained countless rules. Andrew had always placed great importance on the power of rules, which caused him to lose himself completely in those memories.
That was the weakness Set had mentioned: Andrew had existed for far too short a time.
"Done. Chthon's money really is easy to