"If there are no objections, we'll move on to the second item on the agenda: gods."
As Chen Fu watched the Titled Douluo who were practically holding their breath, staring at him with complete focus, the corner of his mouth could not help but curl slightly. His indifferent gaze swept over them all.
"Just as you imagined, the god-creation plan was generally a success."
Chen Fu's voice was slow and calm, yet every word reached each Titled Douluo's ears with perfect clarity.
He ignored the increasingly hurried breathing below. Some were nervous, while others had genuinely nearly suffocated from the syllables Chen Fu had deliberately drawn out.
"You should have heard what happened afterward. A god interfered with my plan."
His proud creation had been interfered with by an existence beyond imagination. Fine. Chen Fu was used to it by now. Once was unfamiliar, twice was routine. He had already encountered disgusting things like invisible microscopic high-energy particles, so even if it got more disgusting, he had some ability to adapt. After all, his Martial Soul Ability was microscopic control. This was simply self-immunity born from a stress response.
"As for this god's name, I imagine everyone here already knows it. Isn't that right, Dean Xuan?"
The man on the platform turned his gaze toward Xuan Zi, who was crouching silently in a corner with his eyes tightly shut. A flash of white glinted in his eyes.
For Shrek Academy to gather so many Titled Douluo from across the continent for an anti-god lecture, its contribution had been immense. It seemed there was nothing left to reward them with, nothing left to grant them.
So what should come next?
"..." Xuan Zi remained silent. Whenever he developed greedy thoughts toward that young man, things always headed in the worst possible