"Are you kidding me?"
Ollerus stared at Roland in disbelief.
Hair as deep and dark as the night, eyes as clear as lamplight, flickering between brightness and darkness, and a gentle smile on a handsome face.
Judging by appearances, he was a boy who would unconsciously inspire affection.
But anyone who actually stood face-to-face with him would immediately discard that ridiculous first impression.
Both his air of oneness with nature and that elusive detachment, as though he were shrouded in mist, made it clear that while his appearance still fell within human standards of beauty, this was undoubtedly a form that transcended humanity.
To every one of Ollerus's senses except his sight, Roland was the root of all disorder.
He merely stood there, yet gravity flowed outward from where he stood, as though its center had shifted.
Nothing was amiss at present, but with a single thought from him, both the surface laws of physics and the phase sparks in the depths would collapse.
Unless Roland allowed it, even someone who fled using a Demon God's power would circle back to his side of their own accord before all the phases and worlds were destroyed.
In terms of sheer impossibility, Roland was far more terrifying than Othinus.
Even Ollerus, whose universal love bordered on selflessness, had to admit that if Othinus's existence did not eliminate his chance of becoming a Demon God, his current plans and obsession would probably have focused on Roland instead.
And yet this monster was calling him too dangerous?
This behavior defied common sense so thoroughly that Ollerus's thoughts kept wandering, and he even wondered whether this was some bizarre ploy involving deliberate self-injury.
But when he saw Roland's utterly genuine expression, he immediately put that ignorant thought aside.
-He's serious.
"Of course I'm serious."
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