A thin, elderly shinkan with a weathered appearance, gloomy eyes, and Onmyoji robes glared furiously as he questioned Meng Yi, who stood atop the throne.
"Oh?"
"The King of Wa hasn't spoken yet. What are you supposed to be?"
Meng Yi slowly raised his right hand. Black Light Threads gathered between his fingers and shot through the elderly shinkan's brow with a whoosh, rapidly reading his memories.
"A demon god! A demon god! Kamisama! What has brought your true form into the mortal world?"
"If you have any demands, make them quickly. I'll satisfy them with everything I have!"
Toying with minds, manipulating puppets, Body Alienation...
Such methods were nothing like those of a human, fully deserving the title of demon god.
The King of Wa's cheek remained pressed against the floor, his eyes darting about as he tried to elevate Meng Yi to the divine altar in exchange for a chance to stay alive.
Every action had a purpose. Even demon gods had needs.
The King of Wa had made up his mind. Whether Meng Yi intended to alter Fusang Mythological Heritage and make himself the Supreme God of Fusang, or wanted power, status, wealth, beautiful women, human sacrifices...
He would satisfy every one of Meng Yi's demands without condition, asking only to keep Meng Yi placated for the time being.
As for what happened afterward, once he uncovered the truth behind this "demon god," they could settle the matter then.
Fusang was a warped and twisted people, fanatically worshipping the strong while also cherishing the "traditional virtue" of overthrowing those above them.
What was a god?
A power beyond the ordinary, and an endless lifespan!
No ruler could remain calm when faced with the descent of a "demon god." The King of Wa was clearly no exception.
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