"It's finished. Come take a look."
Painter gently picked up the sheet of paper and gave it a shake before Adolf. The scent of ink wafted into the air.
Adolf looked up, instantly gritting his teeth in fury.
The painting depicted none other than him, kneeling on the ground and wagging his tail in supplication.
You fucking Painter! How dare you humiliate me like this!?
"What an excellent painting! It's absolutely brilliant!" Adolf applauded in praise. "If you could add a few tears of humiliation, it would be even better."
In ancient times, King Goujian of Yue slept on brushwood and tasted gall. Today, Shadow Hand Adolf knelt on the ground and praised a painting!
Adolf silently recited it twice in his heart. Listen to that—how pleasing it sounded!
Once he completely replaced history, he would make sure today's history was widely celebrated, so that everyone in the world could learn from Adolf's spirit!
This was not a dark chapter of his past, but the road he had traveled!!
Painter glanced at him indifferently. Seeing the pride and delight in Adolf's eyes that he could barely conceal, he silently nodded. "It truly is brilliant."
He knew he could not humiliate Adolf any further. If he did, he feared Adolf would climax on the spot.
Adolf's wonderful state of mind reminded him of an old acquaintance.
One had a way of winning even in defeat; the other found glory even in humiliation.
"Tell me about Calamity Heaven God's return."
Adolf hurriedly opened his mouth, but the words stopped at his lips. His gray eyes rolled.
The scheming Adolf had come online.
"He is not Calamity Heaven God, but Calamity Heaven God's incarnation in the human world. Otherwise, there was no way I could have escaped alive."
Adolf did not mention the