"My name is Little Oil Lamp. I'm a candidate god, though many people also call me the Lamp Genie. Since I was little, my wish had been to help people—to let more people know me, recognize me, and believe in me. Then I could reach the pinnacle of life, become an official god, earn the reverence of countless people, become eternal and indestructible, and turn into one of the gods' handsome, rich elites. Just thinking about it got me a little excited. But I never expected that one day, I'd run into a beast—
"My life had been without regrets. Thinking back to that day when I ran beneath the setting sun... that was my lost youth!"
Inside a strange Persian-style room, a sweating man looked pitifully into the mirror. Damn it, all his hair had turned white. His youth...
That man was none other than Little Oil Lamp, the Lamp Genie of Aladdin's lamp, who had vanished for quite some time. He truly did not want to use that childhood nickname, but he had no choice. Ever since he met that beast, his power had fallen to just one percent of its peak.
If the other party had been any more ruthless, he would have died long ago. That beating had been utterly insane.
Whenever he thought of that bastard, his heart twitched painfully.
Looking at the unbreakable cage above his head, Little Oil Lamp's face turned ashen. He was never getting out in this lifetime.
His face darkened, his eyes reddened, and his hands clenched into fists as he threw back his head and shouted, "I'll never grant wishes again! Starting today, I'm going to fool mortals into fulfilling my wishes!"
A psychologically twisted crippled god had been born under Chef Qin's hand! Along with Little Oil Lamp's