"Yes, business first."
The air was thick with the stench of blood. Gan Fall pinched his nose, seemingly unaccustomed to such a heavy smell of blood. Smiling, he said, "You possess the power that our people revere and worship. It is the sun, isn't it?"
"That's right. I'm a Sun-Sun Fruit user with the power of the sun. What, do you want to revere and worship me?" Norse looked seriously at Gan Fall before him. Were they going to make him a god? This was getting more and more high-end.
"Yes. We hope you can become the Sun God of God's Island, lead us out of fear and war, and usher in a new era of prosperity and peace."
Gan Fall's aged hand grabbed Norse's, trembling constantly. His eyes appeared cloudy, yet they were filled with yearning. "Our people have pursued the power of the sun ever since we came to this world from the dark land of the moon. We have always believed that the sun could bring us luck and light."
"The moon? I've heard a little about it. Still, I'm not particularly interested in your reverence for the sun and light."
Norse appeared indifferent. Sky Island was merely one stop on his journey, though he did not mind having Sky Island under his protection in the future. "Tell me, what are you afraid of? And what war are you talking about?"
Gan Fall was overjoyed. Suddenly, even the stench of blood around him did not seem so unpleasant. He said, "We have always revered you as the Sun God of God's Island. We hope you can help us eliminate the evil child of God's Island and mend the war between the Shandia people and us."
"Isn't that ridiculous?"
After hearing this, Norse mocked Gan Fall. "As far