Rama looked at the Godslayer who had come to aid him and then promptly steamrolled Fate itself. A glimmer of surprise flashed through his eyes.
"Once I collect the Authority from a certain old lady who spends all day pretending to be young, this problem will be solved." The youth who had defeated Fate but had yet to usurp its Authority smiled.
"You really are an awful child. I'm still very young, you know."
Pandora suddenly appeared—a petite blonde girl with shoulder-length hair and a Western-style dress. She looked lively and energetic, but her voice carried deep resentment.
"If I weren't worried about messing up the seniority, I was planning to have you call me Big Sister."
Being called an old lady pretending to be young by her adopted son had clearly made her very unhappy.
Li Zihan stared at the blonde girl with an odd look, as though he were watching a comedian.
She and the Prometheus brothers had been among the first to concern themselves with the fate of humanity and the Unwilling Gods. Maintaining the image of pure deities, they had squatted in the Netherworld for who knew how long.
Compared to how long she had been active, even disobedient Susanoo, who had awakened a thousand years ago, counted as a fresh-faced youngster.
"Once children grow up, they stop listening." Apparently wounded by Li Zihan's gaze, Pandora covered her mouth and nose as she sobbed quietly. It was so fake that even Rama and Athena beside her could not bear to watch.
"Instead of complaining about that, hurry up and help me usurp the God of Fate's Authority." Knowing full well what kind of Authority he wanted from the God of Fate, the youth could not be bothered with this living gag.
"Prince Rama is still waiting