"Nice to meet you, old man God. It's a pleasure."
Indeed, the figure standing before Zuo Ci was the pinnacle of DC Comics, the legendary Creator, the supreme God who needed none of Michael's long string of titles to establish his stature.
So, once Zuo Ci realized who this figure truly was, he adopted a rare look of seriousness, utterly unlike his usual carefree demeanor.
He couldn't help it. This was the real boss of bosses, after all. He had to show some respect.
"No need to be so nervous, child. Relax."
God didn't seem particularly pleased or displeased by Zuo Ci's behavior. He simply smiled kindly, then invited him to sit.
"No, I'd rather... huh?"
Zuo Ci would have been lying if he said he wasn't nervous about meeting someone of this caliber for the first time, so his instinct upon hearing God's suggestion was to refuse.
Yet by the time he realized what was happening, he was already sitting on a small sofa beside God. Not only that, a little dining table had appeared before him, bearing a plate of chocolate cookies and a glass of hot milk.
"Give them a try. It's been a long time since anyone visited me, and I'm not sure whether my tastes still suit humans."
God's smile remained full of kindness, but his tone brooked no argument.
Right, that's just how God is. If serving a king is like living with a tiger, then keeping God company is pretty much like living with a nuclear bomb.
Seeing God take such a firm stance actually made Zuo Ci less nervous. He leaned back on the sofa without a care and picked up a cookie.
He certainly wasn't some masochist who wilted whenever someone else got tough. The main reason Zuo Ci could relax