Watching the absurd scene before her, the Halloween Queen turned her head and seriously asked the leader beside her.
"Maybe... they came to celebrate with us of their own accord."
Li Zihan, who felt that a certain God King and Star Spirit could make a name for themselves on a variety show even after losing all their power, answered very seriously.
While Li Zihan and the Halloween Queen exchanged idle remarks, the scallion planted in the dirt—cough, Indra—stretched a hand out of the soil, pressed it against the ground, pulled his head free, and spat out a mouthful of mud.
Looking like nothing less than a mud-covered monkey, the God King glared at a certain Star Spirit who had been far too heavy-handed, then shouted at the two people calling him a comedic performer.
"Bastards! I am the commander of the Heavenly Army, not some comedic performer!"
"Mm, he isn't a comedic performer. He's the King of the Gods (lol)."
The youth who had once used the identity Bahram earnestly introduced this former top-ten powerhouse of Little Garden to those around him.
Indra, now called the King of the Gods (lol), turned so green that even the mud covering his face could not hide it.
Just as he was about to retort, White Night Yaksha beside him spoke up, interrupting Indra's thoughts.
"Enough, kid. Don't make fun of a washed-up god."
The Star Spirit of the Primal Star looked at the man whose divinity no longer had any connection to Zoroastrianism's War God and said this.
If she had harbored some doubts before that the person before her was not "Bahram," those concerns had now been dispelled.
After all, in the world called Little Garden, there were only a few people who would call Indra the King of the Gods