"Sir, who are you?" Shin asked, voicing the doubt in his heart.
To call this old man a Supreme Kai—he had never seen him before, and the old man looked far too sleazy, not to mention this unfamiliar, decrepit appearance.
He dared to swear on his chest that he had never met this old man.
Hearing his junior ask such a question, the old man immediately chuckled. "Me? I'm a Supreme Kai from fifteen generations ago!"
"A... Supreme Kai from fifteen generations ago?"
"How is that possible!? Wouldn't that make you our ancestor!?"
For the third time that day, Shin and Kibito were shocked into meme-worthy expressions. This information was truly terrifying. A Supreme Kai from fifteen generations ago—just how ancient was that?
Impossible to imagine. Simply impossible to imagine!!
"Hehe, I'm not making it up. A long time ago, I was sealed inside this Z Sword by a bad fellow. I always thought the one to break my seal would be some generation of Supreme Kai, but I never expected..." Old Supreme Kai's gaze fell upon Karochi and Kusu, and his heart immediately shook. "Hm?"
Karochi had only recently inherited the position of God of Destruction, so he had not recognized him at once. But he recognized Kusu, the loli Angel, with a single glance.
After all, there were only so many Angels in the universe, and they did not get replaced with new faces.
And the one standing beside an Angel—did that even need to be said? He had to be a God of Destruction. Cold sweat immediately poured down Old Supreme Kai's back, and he stopped showing off in front of Shin and Kibito.
He hurried over to Karochi and Kusu, then bowed respectfully. "Oh my, oh my!! I never expected the God of Destruction and Miss