He really was useless...
Useless...
Useful...
Wu Buyu's words echoed in the air, every word cutting deep.
Jia Guangliang completely lost it. His defenses shattered-
"If you're so capable, you do it! So what if you can read minds? So what if you're from the Special Affairs Office? Kill me if you've got the guts! I've had enough of living in the Southwest anyway! Do you think being the Divine Lord is easy?"
"Anyone gets hurt, they come to me. Anyone gets sick, they come to me. Anything happens, they still come to me! My superpower gets drained dry every single day. Do you think I've had it easy?"
"I saved so many people, and now not one of them cares about me! All they care about is filling their own stomachs! You make me sit here hungry and watch you eat, and you call yourselves government people? Why doesn't the government look after me? Am I not a person?"
"Being the Divine Lord isn't easy at all... Having everyone worship me was a novelty at first, but then I had to solve people's problems every single day. Even when I was scared to death, I still had to lead the charge! And I had to be so careful to maintain the God of Light's dignity. Boohoo, do you think I've had it easy?!"
He glared at Wu Buyu and roared, "Tell me! Have I had it easy?!"
Jia Guangliang sat on the floor and bawled, his round face trembling as huge tears rolled down his cheeks.
He was no longer the God of Light.
Just a chubby guy crying his heart out over how unfairly he'd been treated.
He had only been nineteen when he started pretending to be the God of Light. At first, he must have done