Although the Divine Avatar had gained Understanding of a trace of "divinity," he was still a hundred and eight thousand miles from complete transcendence from mortality. Besides, he and the Park District Lord shared one mind, soul, and body, so human thinking naturally remained overwhelmingly dominant. Thus, whenever his original self subjected him to endless exploitation, he developed a certain rebellious streak.
I'm the Park District Lord, damn it! When have I ever put up with this kind of treatment? Even if I'm exploiting myself, that's still fucking unacceptable... His eyelids drooping, the Divine Avatar eyed the palm his original self had raised and, in a rare display of brazen defiance, replied, "No need, absolutely no need... I know everything you're thinking. Put your hand away. I'll just slap myself."
With that, the Divine Avatar raised his hand, looking ready to slap himself to death, and cursed, "I'm such a useless piece of shit. I can't figure out how to complete the Emperor Scripture... I'm brain-damaged, I deserve to die, I don't want to live anymore...!"
"Slap, slap, slap...!"
As he spoke, his arms swung wildly, producing dozens of swirling palm shadows as he slapped himself furiously, as though spurring himself on.
He moved so fast that he delivered over thirty forehand and backhand slaps in a single breath. Little Bad King's original self had no chance to stop him.
He really held nothing back. By the time the slapping stopped, his face had swollen into a pig's head.
Little Bad King's original self stared, dumbfounded. Furious, he was about to explode when he discovered that both his own nostrils and the Divine Avatar's were bleeding. His skull buzzed too, his divine sense was in turmoil, and a dull pain throbbed inside his head.
They were one person to begin