Eternal Life

Clearly, no matter the situation, once someone provoked another person, they were not guaranteed a peaceful outcome.

Jon was naturally no exception.

If living gods had been standing before him, he would never have come here. But how could the remnants left behind by a group of dead gods—remains that had retained barely any power—possibly inspire reverence in him?

The fact that he had not smashed this place to pieces was already out of consideration for the fact that he had taken something from them and should not go too far.

Otherwise, did these people think they would still get to stand here and talk to him properly?

Did they really think that just because the Mysterious Bird was not moving, he had no strength at all?

He grabbed the chain hanging from his wrist with his backhand and gave it a shake. The chain of laws was immediately disrupted by him, transforming into a cane.

It looked rather similar to the Earth Scepter Jon had used before.

He slammed the cane heavily against the ground, and the shackles around his feet instantly shattered into fragments.

He was already sick of this sort of thing. There was clearly no need for him to get involved every time, yet again and again, he was forced to wade into a mess of chaos.

Ancient Egypt had been the same before, but at least that time there had been an entire pantheon thrown in. This time, there was nothing. He had come solely for that seed.

Did they have to act as though he had dug up their graves?

His initial cooperation had been because he still held a sliver of goodwill toward this place's owner and had intended to part on good terms and go through the motions. But now, he was