Having learned where his enemy was, Qin Fen thought it over and decided not to use an emoji. That thing was powerful, but it basically had no killing power against mortals. The higher-level the immortal, the better its effect. So how was he supposed to deal with ordinary people?
Qin Fen took out the Stylus and wrote a huge character for "quake" on the screen, aimed at the island nation's location within the Three Thousand Lesser Worlds.
Words became reality—this was the essence of Great Prophecy. Well, Big Chef was just messing around.
The instant that character appeared, Mitsui, who had been waiting anxiously, gave a violent shudder. Then he lost his footing as the earth trembled several times, as though it had been struck by a falling star.
He collapsed crookedly onto the ground and stared dumbly at the purple sun in the sky as its color gradually faded. "Heavenly god! This is a miracle!" Even an idiot knew that Big Chef had fulfilled his request and sent down divine punishment. This quake was bound to be earth-shattering!
"Someone, hurry! Go investigate the enemy's stronghold and see what happened! Dong Re is mighty! Pass down my decree: from this day onward, my imperial family shall become servants of the true god Dong Re, generation after generation, never to repent! Any who repent shall be struck down by Heaven! Throughout the nation, Dong Re shall be the one and only true god, forever unchanged! All shrines and sacred palaces may worship only one heavenly god! Rename all sacrificial rites! I want the heavenly god Dong Re to guard my Yamato forever!"
Qin Fen watched Mitsui, who seemed to have been injected with chicken blood, and smiled strangely. As a Chinese person, if he refused a request like that, Mitsui's ancestors