I, Lein, Only Speak the Truth

Unforeseen events!

You never know how your enemies die.

Just like the famous Frederick I, who led a large army on an expedition, only to drown nonsensically in a river.

Or like Duke Jing of Jin during China's Spring and Autumn period, who drowned in a latrine.

Compared to them, an old acquaintance being critically hit by the Island Nation's Number One Gunman and then "killed" by a quack doctor is practically child's play.

Although Lein's mind was full of question marks, it didn't stop him from putting on a little show.

Lein instinctively tilted his chin thirty degrees upwards towards the incredibly beautiful goddess.

His surging interest in retorting even made him instinctively ignore the solidified, Godly Level [Violent Charm] effect, deliberately overlooking the face that made him want to order Egyptian cream puffs every time he saw it, or her G-cup passive special effects.

Lein's lips curled, his facial expression at this moment was spectacular: it was no longer arrogance and insolence, but a classic, playful cat-and-mouse amusement!

Seeing Lein's reaction, Susanna's heart sank, and she thought, "This is bad." She didn't know what Lein was relying on, but every fiber of her being was telling her—do not bet with Lein at this moment, or she would absolutely lose everything.

She had come to seek a god, not to seek revenge, so there was no need to offend Lein.

A hundred years ago, if it were her back then, who only looked down on the gods, she would have definitely given Lein a hard time.

Having been beaten by the Chaos Army too many times, her "insignificant pride" as a Powerful Divine Power God meant nothing in front of a true God King.

Although her facial expression shifted a bit stiffly, she still managed a smile: "Oh my,