"You're absolutely right."
Why would Shane argue?
What the old bastard said was correct.
Precisely because he had grown stronger, he had gone from being despised by others to despising them.
At first, Shane had not wanted to look down on anyone either.
But there was no helping it.
Those who liked to scorn others and rank everything against everything else.
Those who preferred to keep the peace whenever anything happened, and insisted that others kneel along with them.
And those who muddled through life, dull and vacant, never knowing why they knelt.
In truth.
As long as you were strong enough, even if the thought had never crossed your mind.
They would naturally do it anyway.
Even Saint Saturn respectfully bowed his head before Imu.
Before the day Shane became strong, more and more people had already been kneeling without cause.
There were scarcely even any who dared to meet his eyes.
For someone like Saint Saturn, it did not matter whether the true god was Imu or Shane.
As long as someone was stronger than him and held power over his life and death, he would immediately kneel and worship them as a god.
"You don't seem to like new players joining this game."
Shane was a brand-new player, one who even possessed the strength to eliminate the veteran player Saint Saturn.
"You don't understand. Above the players, there are even stronger beings who make the rules of the game."
Saint Saturn considered Shane nothing more than an ignorant, grandstanding clown.
How desperate would someone like him feel if he encountered Imu?
"Ah! You mean that one. I know."
"I'm sure you know where I've been, so why bother hiding it?"
"Once I've defeated you, I'll send the whole world into an uproar. Do you think Imu will