But compared to the God of War, He did not seem to have reached the point of losing His mind yet.
—He had yet to forge the highest-grade creation, the Star Cup, because there was still a great creation ahead of Him that He had not conquered, rather than casually forging the Star Cup and having no idea where the road ahead led.
So, He had not yet become morose and arrogant, only to be inexplicably beaten down by a human with the third stage of forging aura.
Russell carefully watched the old bastard ahead of him, his gaze burning.
Excellent. The gift of existence was about to fall into his hands.
Whether he dragged him back to his hometown, beat him into kneeling submission, and enslaved him, or used this world's game rules to seize ownership of him, what came next would be an unprecedented improvement.
In almost an instant, strange magical ripples spread across the crimson, flame-like sky, as though a gateway to another world had silently opened. Accompanied by a heart-pounding roar, a "whale" slowly emerged in the heavens.
Though it had the shape of a whale, even an idiot could tell that it was not a creature of the ocean at all, but a far more exalted being.
The Winged Race's city-state, the Fantasy Species Abyss Heim.
"Hairless monkeys want to declare war on us? Interesting."
An "angel" with a single horn on her head and a pair of symmetrical wings at her waist, seemingly woven from light, descended straight from the heights of the sky.
Then, upon seeing the two gods, a trace of surprise appeared on her face.
"Good day, Lord Tet and Lord Okan."
She bowed to the two deities, yet she did not seem particularly restrained.
—The gods of this universe were,