"Since he wants to become the rule that governs everything, then test his heart."
If he could not even tolerate his own younger sister choosing the wrong person to fall in love with, how could he possibly have the breadth of mind and reason to accept the filth and darkness of life in an entire galaxy, or even an entire universe?
How could he become an eternal, unchanging rule?
The moment those words were spoken, Miss Thrush's entire body seemed to deflate.
Like a tree on the verge of collapsing, even her lovely face seemed to take on a withered pallor.
She felt that this plan, for her brother, was filled with mockery and ridicule, as well as a viciousness that seemed blessed by the god of destruction.
Yet afterward, she had no choice but to admit that it did seem feasible.
In mythological history, gods often appeared in two forms.
The first were gods with personalities. They might be greedy, cruel, reckless, or wise, kind, and enduring. Their emotions were more intense than those of humans. They were concentrated embodiments of human nature, personifications of professions such as monarchs, priests, warriors, merchants, and so on.
The second were gods of rules. They regarded all things in heaven and earth equally. In other words, heaven and earth were unkind, treating all living beings like straw dogs. They faithfully carried out their duties, without joy, anger, sorrow, or pleasure beyond that.
If her brother became a god, he would be the first type. But he most likely believed himself to be the second.
He was so proud, like an archangel descended to the mortal world. To him, all the monarchs, Evil Oni, and unbelievers on earth were as laughable as Satan.
How could he refuse his younger sister's request to see