However, some things still annoyed Hill whenever he thought of them.
He had only been away for a short time, yet quite a few things had happened in Telashir. Hill had no desire to mention the sordid schemes involved, much less waste his thoughts on them.
He had worked so hard for so many years, amassed great wealth, and become powerful. How could he possibly still get dragged into such pointless nonsense?
Hill also understood that all of this had happened precisely because he was a law-abiding good person.
Good people certainly should not have guns pointed at them, yet whenever anyone wanted to gain something for themselves, their first reaction was always, "Taking just a tiny advantage of him probably won't get me beaten."
If he disappeared for centuries at a time like Falan, Hill suspected some people would even start eyeing his property.
It was not because Aglaia lacked deterrence, but because Hill had no heir in the conventional sense—and, more importantly, he was human.
The Gods of the Multiverse were indeed great and powerful, but because they stood so high above everything else, there were also many places beyond their reach.
Were humans not the same?
If ants or other little creatures appeared in one's own room, one would certainly rush to clear them out.
But if they were in an outdoor garden, or even farmland and orchards, at most kind-hearted people would take care not to step on them, rather than insist on driving them out.
Even if those little bugs occasionally ate some fruit or wheat ears, few people would care... unless they became a plague.
That was how humans looked in the eyes of the Gods.
Yet humans knew perfectly well that they were insignificant ants, but they also knew how to disguise themselves