Yes, because this routine was all too familiar.
It was just like what he used to do when pursuing girls. Once you started accepting gifts, you crossed the first threshold toward the corruption of your soul. By the time you wanted to repay him, he would show you what it meant to owe a debt you could never settle.
He, Lin En, had no intention of selling his soul.
Firstborn did not know whether to laugh or cry.
"But this thing is no use to me if I keep it."
Lin En said, his expression (●-●):
"Then take it back and use it as a rag."
"..."
Firstborn could only smile bitterly. There was no doubt that Lin En was still far too wary of him.
And he was probably the only girl in the world who dared to reject him so bluntly to his face.
But Firstborn did not mind.
After all, affection had to be cultivated little by little.
There was no rushing it.
"So what exactly is that thing?"
Lin En swiftly changed the subject.
Recalling the cold that had frozen him to the marrow, he looked toward the distant ice field.
Even the divine status inherent in his soul had been unable to fully suppress that power for a moment when it invaded this body.
This was the first time he had ever encountered anything like it.
Firstborn paused, then returned to the subject and raised his head.
"It's called a Snow Demon."
"As for its identity... it's a Vessel of God, just like us."
Lin En's pupils instantly contracted at those words.
A Vessel of God?
Firstborn brushed the accumulated snow off himself, the distant wintry sky reflected in his eyes.
"But unlike us, it's a vessel for a True God, and a First Generation