We gods of the Divine Court have worked so hard to protect this world for so many years. We regulate the seasons, command the clouds and rain, and cleanse the filth of the mortal realm. Without us gods, you humans would never have come into being. How did we become evil gods?
Wait, have we ever asked you to do anything?
Have we ever demanded anything from you?
We've protected the mortal realm all these years. Is it really so hard for you to show us a little respect and say a few kind words?
Would that cost you your life?
Good grief. So all the things we've done over the years look like oppression to you? Seriously, what have we oppressed you over?
The Lord of Illusory Dreams couldn't understand what this human was saying, or how he thought. He considered himself quite familiar with humans, after all. He often entered people's dreams and gave them pleasant dreams, and he'd always felt rather fond of them.
After all, they offered sacrifices to him every year and spoke well of him in his temples. Their offerings didn't do him any good, but humans knew how to flatter him. Their words were pleasant to hear, and that was enough for him. He didn't expect anything from them.
But he simply couldn't understand the way this human before him thought. In all his long years, he had never seen a human so... so bizarre. The man felt not a trace of reverence for gods like them. If anything, he was full of hatred.
It was incomprehensible!
But there was nothing for it.
The Lord of Illusory Dreams sighed. Normally, if he saw a fellow like this, he wouldn't give him a second glance. If one of the more short-tempered gods had come