You Said It Was Fifty-Fifty-So Which One Was Fifty?

"What New Gods, Old Gods—making yourself sound all incomprehensible and mysterious..."

Russell curled his lip in disdain and continued, "I don't believe in gods, not because I have the mindset of the strong, but because gods have never existed in this world. So-called gods are a kind of faith, or rather, the goodness that exists in people's hearts. That faith represents every virtue."

Everyone present listened in silence. The little wings behind Russell, combined with what he was saying now, truly left quite an impact on them.

"For those who believe in me, the gates of holy light will always stand open. For those who don't, the gates of holy light will still be there. If you can't do even that, then don't boast that you're a god. God my ass!"

Russell looked at Apocalypse with contempt. "Someone like you, who relies on overwhelming power and conquers the world through fear... can only be called a false god. Even demons are better than you. At least demons understand equivalent exchange."

"Utter nonsense!"

Apocalypse's blue face stretched long. "I have surpassed humanity on the path of evolution, and I have surpassed other mutants as well. I am unquestionably a god."

Russell spread his hands. "By your logic of power above all else, gods are worthless. They're divided into ranks, too. Compared with that big shot from before, you're just some insignificant little god. So here's the question: if I really had to choose a god to believe in, why would I give up the big shot and choose you?"

Apocalypse snorted coldly and said arrogantly, "Because I am stronger than you. It's that simple."

"..."

I talk reason with you, and you talk faith. I talk faith with you, and you talk fists. I talk fists with you, and you say