"Don't you want to become Birka's God?"
Randall froze for a moment, then said, "Me, Birka's God?
But I'm not even a Skypiean. I don't have wings."
The Black Mountain King said ingratiatingly:
"Of course you do! Your wings are invisible."
Randall rolled his eyes to the heavens. Have you repeated that so often you actually believe it now?
He shook his head and said:
"Not interested. Do you think I have the time to run an island?
Pick someone yourselves."
Seeing that Randall really was about to leave, the Black Mountain King panicked and hurriedly said:
"Wait, hold on! Look, if you don't have the time, you could find someone to manage it for you!
You'd only have to make the important decisions. You wouldn't have to worry about any of the details!"
Randall glanced at the Black Mountain King and said:
"Why do I get the feeling you're really eager for me to become this God?"
The Black Mountain King gave an awkward chuckle but said nothing.
But Randall just stared at him expressionlessly.
He immediately broke into a sweat and could no longer hold out.
"All right, all right, I admit it. If you don't become God, I'll probably have to flee Birka."
The people of Birka had spent far too long nursing their grievances under God's oppression.
Before, God had kept them in line through overwhelming force.
But now, God was gone.
As the Four Priests, they naturally had strength, but they couldn't crush everyone the way God had.
He alone knew of three people who were only slightly weaker than him.
Without God to keep them down, those people would vent their long-simmering resentment on God's Priests.
If he didn't run, his fate probably wouldn't be much better than God's.
Randall nodded, then said:
"In