“My god... bestow... your blessings upon us...”
“We... your devout followers... are willing to offer everything...”
“We beg you, my god... drive away... drive away that ‘filth’...”
“We beg you, my god... grant us... the right to go on living...”
Followers? My god?
Chu Nan’s mind went blank. As he stared down at the monster-like “people” kneeling in worship, a sense of absurdity welled up inside him.
Him? A god?
You've got to be kidding.
