"What do you think, Lord Evil God, about everyone calling you an evil god?"
"There's no one set way to look at it, right? I mean, nothing is ever just one way, right... Anyway, we have to look at it dialectically," Zhang Yang said, having just picked up his head and set it back on his neck.
"If that's how you see it, there's nothing I can do." The sparrow perched on Zhang Yang's shoulder spread its wings and said.
"I'll sue you for slander, you know! I'll sue you for slander! They're slandering me!" Zhang Yang said, surrounded by all manner of indescribable horrors.
"Beast, monster, trash, lower than pigs and dogs... That's our god!" the evil god's followers said with reverent expressions.
The victims from the mortal world, the Spirit Realm, the Divine Ruins, and the Soul Realm: Weird as it sounds, plus one.
Zhang Yang sat on a throne of skulls, with mountains of corpses beneath his feet, and spoke in a helpless tone.
"I'm really not an evil god!"
