For a deity, swallowing an apple made of symphony and resentment was no different from swallowing a warhead emitting terrifying radiation-one that detonated instantly, at that.
Kroya could see the humanoid figure made of radiance trembling violently. Golden and pitch-black specks shone through the holy light covering its body, making it look like a silkworm chrysalis.
"You really are hideous."
"If I exposed this ugly state of yours right now, could you still remain the most powerful deity sustained by faith in the human world?"
He made no attempt to hide his disgust. The thing was simply too ugly, a serious affront to his sense of aesthetics.
The other party soon reacted, however.
Without the Ring of Radiance's seal, the Father of Light's intelligence was rapidly recovering. Countless rays of holy light stared fixedly at Kroya like countless eyeballs.
The deity sensed something he needed within Kroya.
The true poem belonging to the sun.
So much so that he ignored the symphony and resentment destroying him. All he could see was that brilliantly shining sun.
"Mage..."
The Father of Light spoke as gently and tolerantly as possible. "Everything you desire, everything you seek, I can give you, as long as you are willing to join my radiance."
He spoke as though addressing a mischievous child, utterly unconcerned with what the child had done, offering only tolerance and love. Yet hearing it made Kroya sick.
If this had truly been a selfless deity who embraced everything, that would have been one thing. But this fellow was clearly a hypocrite who only wanted to obtain what he desired.
More importantly, this fellow had no understanding of his own situation. Merely keeping the symphony and resentment barely suppressed already took everything he had, yet he still wanted to embrace Kroya?
"What makes you