"My point is, you seem a little too lively."
"Kid, you don't understand! If you were sitting in my position and saw someone capable of replacing you, you'd be even livelier than me." This fragment of Poseidon's Divine Sense let out a long sigh.
Back then, he had been the greatest troublemaker on Douluo Continent. If he went a day without stirring something up, he would be bored to death. After becoming invincible across the land, he ascended to the God Realm, thinking an endless world of challenges and unknowns awaited him. Instead, the moment he got there, he was put out to pasture.
Because his Godhood was bound to the God Realm, he could not leave even if he wanted to.
What adventures? What unknowns? What endless challenges and battles? What opportunities to charge toward even greater heights?
None of it existed. The God Realm was a lifeless retirement home, full of gods just like him, all wishing they could casually toss their positions to anyone they found and go adventuring together.
The God Realm had a wonderful environment, an excellent one, but staying in a place like that for a few years was enough. A few decades? A century? He truly could not endure it. Every day was the same, without any change, without any hope.
No unexpected incidents, no battles, none of his favorite showing off and crushing arrogant fools...
Who the hell ascended only to become imprisoned in the higher realm?
After finally finding a sucker capable of inheriting his Godhood—ah, no, that was not it... a peerless genius capable of inheriting his Godhood—how could he not be happy?
"Could it be that after becoming a god, a terribly miserable fate awaits me?"
"What I mean is, things after becoming a god aren't all that interesting.