"Then what do you think you have that I need?"
The golden face asked another question. It descended a little lower, drawing closer to the ground, and the oppressive pressure intensified along with it.
"This is the second thing I wanted to mention. Why did that Idea House Golden Figure give me 'paint'?"
Holding his cigarette between the fingers of his other hand, Su Ming put a finger into Strangle's mouth and let it bite him with its sharpest teeth. He then showed the other party the rainbow-colored blood dripping from the wound.
"This is good stuff. It even helped me a lot in later battles. I'm grateful for the gift, but it also made me wonder—was it really okay to give me something this valuable for free?"
Receiving a gift, even one secretly given with mutual understanding, was something worth being happy about.
But once that gift later proved far too valuable, it inevitably made one think twice.
It was a bit like a friend from your hometown saying they wanted to take you elsewhere for work. You could make hundreds of thousands every month, the job was easy and not tiring at all, and all you had to do was make phone calls.
Wouldn't that make anyone think they were being taken to Myanmar?
So after using the paint to defeat God, Su Ming had basically concluded that the Golden Figure's blood had not come free. The other party definitely wanted something from him.
It had not said so at the time, which meant the price would surely have to be paid in the future. No matter how he looked at it, entering the World of Creation felt far too much like being guided here. The connection between painting and creation was simply too close.
Once he had