Hearing Siga's words, the Death Magistrate's old face reddened.
Fortunately, as a Southern Continent—namely, South American—man, the Death Magistrate had bronze skin, so it was not too obvious.
But that did not stop the Death Magistrate from being so embarrassed that his toes curled into the ground.
What did "don't put too much pressure on yourself" mean? To put it more bluntly, it should have been: don't think too highly of yourself, right?
He had been worrying that he would be unable to become the God of Death and disappoint the other's expectations. Yet it turned out that the other party had never expected him to become the God of Death at all!
"This is not a slight against you. It is a comprehensive consideration based on the difficulty of advancing through the Paths of the Gods and personal willingness. In fact, setting aside the unmeasurable matter of personal willingness, Mr. Azik is indeed the best candidate for the God of Death, no matter which one it is."
Siga spoke sincerely.
Eggs could not all be put in one basket. Although Azik was highly suitable, he naturally could not place all his hopes on Azik voluntarily becoming the God of Death.
In fact, Dunn was also one of the candidates for the God of Death. Sleepless and Corpse Collector were adjacent pathways, allowing one to switch pathways while advancing. However, the risk of losing control brought by switching pathways further lowered Dunn's priority.
Although he could tell that Siga was genuinely sincere, the Death Magistrate was still immersed in his earlier embarrassment. He took a sip of Phoenix in advance to conceal it, then said:
"Then, one final question—how much power do you currently possess to support the advancement of your plan?"
Though he knew that the other side had