What,
did everyone know he was an Evil God?
Kallen felt rather speechless.
Mr. Hoffen said he was an Evil God, the family cat said he was an Evil God, and the Radio Fairy said he was an Evil God too;
but he
really wasn't.
He wasn't some reincarnated "mighty being,"
nor was he some reborn "True God."
He had absolutely nothing to do with the God of Order or the God of Light;
even his understanding of this world had begun with Aunt Mary and Uncle Mason's everyday family chatter.
He had been Zhou Xun in his previous life, and he was Kallen in this one. That was beyond doubt.
Still,
he had grown somewhat used to it, just as he had grown used to his handsome face.
Kallen placed the gift box on the passenger seat, but after a moment's hesitation, he put it away in a compartment inside the car, securing it with two stacks of Lu Coins so it wouldn't bounce around.
Barring any surprises, this box of paints should have been made from Linda's ashes.
Because if it were merely a box of ordinary paints, given Piaget's wealth and his own family's circumstances, there would have been no reason to give it to him specially. He wasn't some impoverished apprentice obsessed with painting who couldn't afford paints.
He started the car and drove off.
As he drove at a steady speed, Kallen pondered:
In that case, Linda probably wasn't a follower of the Berry Church, but of the Wall God Church.
Because to a certain extent, the style of Berry Church followers was very similar to that of the Wall God Church;
the former pursued gratitude toward nature and advocated freeing one's natural instincts. Their morals had once slipped so far that whenever people heard