That was precisely why Mercer's words carried such anger.
Ge Xiaolun possessed a Super Gene that could make him the strongest male god in the universe, yet he was still wallowing in despair, thinking about nothing but Rose all day.
"So many soldiers are fighting bravely on the front lines. They don't have a superhuman body like yours. A single bullet can kill them!"
"What do you think this is, some hot-blooded boy saving the world? And you're still thinking about romance?!"
As he spoke, Mercer tightened his grip, squeezing Ge Xiaolun's neck even harder.
Ge Xiaolun struggled desperately. The system in his mind kept analyzing Mercer, but no matter how it analyzed him, the results were always the same: invalid, invalid, invalid.
Everyone around them watched, at a loss for what to do.
Lianfeng held the God-Striking Whip, but the burst of resolve that had let her lash out with it earlier had faded.
She sighed, walked up to Mercer, and said, "He's still just a kid. Don't do this..."
As she spoke, she suddenly realized that Mercer was also just a kid-he was even younger than Ge Xiaolun.
In fact, Mercer had only been eighteen or nineteen before crossing worlds. He still had a teenager's temperament, or he would never have acted so emotionally in front of everyone.
"Hmph!"
Mercer released Ge Xiaolun, who slumped to the floor, gasping for breath. His expression looked grim, not just from the lack of oxygen, but also because of what Mercer had said.
"Earth is still locked in a bitter struggle. It's vulnerable, and plenty of places need people. If you disagree with what I'm doing, fine. But I want to see you do something useful first."
Mercer sighed, his tone softening a little.
Ge Xiaolun sat on the floor with