In the third year of the Blood Moon Volley, the city turned into a jungle ruins where the jungle was infested with predators. I sat lazily on the top of the former landmark building, looking down at the team of survivors fighting for supplies below. An unsightly team tried to snatch my seat, and three shadows suddenly tore out of the sky behind me. They knelt down in fear: "You... Which King of Heaven are you?" I chuckled: "King of Heaven? How dare you use such an inferior title to address a god?"
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In Second Class, when the three gods reunite you, you try to be a sidekick, just like a rich man saves a beggar, and the beggar says he is the rich man's collaborator. It's funny.
In Second Class, when the three gods reunite you, you try to be a sidekick, just like a rich man saves a beggar, and the beggar says he is the rich man's collaborator. It's funny.