"Heavenly Realm? Hmph, that useless Fang Cheng. Back then, all it took was a little maneuvering to trap him in that world and leave him for dead. I never expected him to scrape through alive in the end.
A False God is still a False God.
A bunch of even more incompetent things."
City of a Thousand Stars, Tower of Babel.
Lu Jiayun casually tossed a report onto the floor. He looked somewhat disheveled. In his eyes, ever since Grace withdrew from the Homecomers, the emotions he had suppressed for so many years seemed like a dam with a broken floodgate, destroying his facade of gentleness.
"The Train Conductor, those useless False Gods, even the so-called True Gods-it makes no difference. Anyone who stops me from going back deserves to die!"
Bang!
His fist slammed into the desk before him. The expensive magic wood desktop became something utterly ordinary the instant he touched it.
"I destroyed Heavenly Realm once, and I can do it a second and third time! An organization made up of a pile of useless trash-what does it matter how tightly they stick together?!
Batos!"
Standing guard at the door, Batos sighed inwardly, then turned and entered.
"Boss, I'm here."
He did not dare look into Lu Jiayun's eyes, and his tone was less natural than usual.
"What... are you thinking? What? Are even you going to betray me?"
Batos swallowed and said in some alarm:
"No, Boss. I wasn't thinking anything. I... I was just thinking about how to lead a team to deal with the trouble that is the Heavenly Realm Organization."
Lu Jiayun continued staring at him. After a long while, his agitation gradually faded, replaced by his usual calm and gentleness.
"Sorry, Batos. I've been in a bad mood lately, and it's affected