We Are All Negary

Leon's mouth twitched as he looked at the utterly undignified god.

Hadn't he said he would bring a newcomer to meet him today?

Why the hell was he still this slovenly? Did he even want the God of Killers Church to develop properly?

And that copy of Golden X Plum—who knew how many hands it had passed through? Someone might have even jerked off over it, yet he dared cover his face with it.

Ren Xiu, standing to one side, felt her illusions shatter as well.

She had once imagined that meeting the so-called God of Killers would mean entering some dark basement, where a terrifying, sinister idol stood.

She had also imagined entering a bar, gentle music playing within as customers drank and quietly discussed the interesting things around them, while the god stood behind the counter with a serene smile, watching over these countless living beings.

But a middle school convenience store, and a flashy foot-scratching man reading porn—this completely exceeded Ren Xiu's imagination.

This was the God of Killers?

Yet reality told her that her assumptions had not been wrong.

Killer J removed the book covering his face and gave Leon a dead-fish-eyed look. Still wearing the hazy expression of someone who had just woken up, his pupils took several seconds to focus, as though he had only then recognized who stood before him.

"Little Leon's here. How were this month's results?" Killer J asked with a yawn. Then he spotted Ren Xiu behind Leon, her face full of shattered fantasies. "Who's this? You finally want to start a family and ruin someone's life?"

"Think back to then—barely this tall, skinny as a stick, hair in every color of the rainbow, a little brat with a face that screamed 'I'm gonna chop the whole world apart.' And