The Evil God Who Died Eating Goji Berries!

"Human sorcerer!"

"Are you really going to take this all the way?"

"Aren't you afraid my friends will come after you?"

Chthon shouted at the top of his lungs.

But compared with his arrogance earlier, his voice now carried a clear note of fear.

"You have friends?"

Ren gave Chthon an astonished look.

As far as he knew,

Chthon's reputation among the gods was beyond rotten.

He had once been a legitimate god, yet he had insisted on dabbling in Black Magic.

His power had grown, but his heart had turned black through and through.

Even in Ancient times, no one had wanted anything to do with him.

The few who shared his tastes were all selfish villains of the worst kind.

Expecting that lot to risk their lives to rescue him?

What a joke!

If those villains heard Chthon was about to die, most would hide and watch.

Some might even pop a bottle of champagne to celebrate a rival's demise.

Competition between gods could be terrifying.

Gods who cultivated the Laws of darkness were especially prone to trying to kill one another.

Ren didn't believe a word of Chthon's threat about his friends.

Seeing the mockery on Ren's face, Chthon knew that tactic had failed.

He knew even better than Ren what kind of people his friends were.

He had hoped to scare Ren by invoking his backers and make him hesitate.

Who knew Ren understood Ancient secrets so well? He hadn't fallen for it.

"Sorcerer..."

"Name your price. What will it take for you to stop?"

"I can give you all the wealth I've amassed over countless eons. It's a fortune beyond imagination."

"Even a Creator God would envy it!"

"I was the richest being in Ancient times!"

Chthon lowered himself and shouted his offer.

Ren rubbed