Inside the demon castle, a monarch-class demon lord was locked in fierce battle with a group of adventurers when an explosion suddenly rang out.
“Boys, we scored big again!”
“I’ll gladly take this legendary piece of gear, and this epic ring too.”
“Whoa, you old geezer, you were hiding a dragon egg!”
“Aren’t you worried Smaug will fly over your roof in the middle of the night and put on a fireworks show?”
Looking at the Lord of Dark Souls, whose hair was styled like a punk rocker’s, Chen Kun pointed at him and cursed, “You’re the Lord of Dark Souls?”
“Listen up, Lord of Dark Souls. You’re a total piece of shit!”
“If you’ve got the guts, come find me on XX Street. I guarantee you’ll get what’s coming to you!”
The deity who ruled the world suddenly descended upon Blue Star. Looking down at the gathered human adventurers, he laughed. “I am the god of this world!”
“You’re all my slaves!”
“Who among you dares kill me?”
“Who among you can kill me?”
“Ha ha ha ha!”
“I dare!”
Chen Kun roared, then swung his blade and cut the god’s head clean off.
A god with a health bar still counts as a god? He was just a slightly bigger minnow.
