"Coach, I want to learn immortal cultivation!!!"
Roselle Gustav, the former emperor and current doll, lay prostrate on the polished mahogany desktop in a textbook dogeza.
Thinking back over the years, he was overcome with sorrow.
What kind of life had he been living all this time?
He had teetered on the edge of madness, weaving himself a lifeline from his believers' prayers. The first thing he did every morning was check whether he was still himself. How was that any different from tap dancing on a tightrope?
Now someone was telling him there was a broad, open highway right next to him, wide enough to accommodate an aircraft carrier. Who the hell would bother with the acting method anymore?
Immortal cultivation was the way to go!
"Seriously! Could you have a little dignity?"
Stiano looked down at the tiny figure prostrating himself on the desk, utterly speechless.
He could not reconcile this shameless, tantrum-throwing fellow with the emperor in his memories, who had once tried to wrest authority from the gods with steam and steel. To think he had actually needed this clown's help to digest his potion back then. It was a stain on his divine existence.
"Hah, dignity?"
Roselle jerked his head up and bellowed, "Can dignity put food on the table? Can it free me from the Uniqueness's corruption? Can it let me grind those sons-of-bitches Outer Deities into the dirt? No! But immortal cultivation can!"
He scrambled to his feet and planted his hands on his hips, an imposing aura erupting from his tiny body.
"Uh... you don't think this is easy, do you?"
His brazen self-assurance left Stiano momentarily at a loss, and he could not help making a sarcastic remark.
"If you can do it, why can't I?"
Roselle craned his neck defiantly,