Frederick gestured: "His temple was small, cramped to be precise, with tables next to the bed, and a room that could be described as dirty and untidy. I saw www.biquge.info back of the creator god, sitting at the table, crackling on the typewriter. He was dressed in a fat cotton coat, and on the back of his head was a brown octopus with dense blond hair, whose tentacles fluttered, constantly flipping through books and fetching food for him. Then he turned to look at me, and he was normal-looking, wearing glasses, just like a normal person, and if you threw him into the busy street, you wouldn't be able to find him immediately. ”

"And then you begged him to resurrect you?" Filia bit her lip nervously.

"Yes, I reverently knelt before his knees and told him that I could not hold on any longer, that I was too lazy to intrigue and not want to kill people in a cold manner, and that I would use the faith of the rest of my life to ask him to resurrect me, to grant me justice, to make the world peaceful, and to let my friends and I live in peace and tranquility. I thought that the creator God must be merciful, so I told him that I was tired of war plots, tired of cold tactics, and please let me live a free and peaceful life. Frederick's eyes were straight, and he lay down in his chair and muttered to himself.

"He promised you!" Filia clapped her hands.

Frederick sat up straight, poured a glass of wine for Philia, and said sincerely, "Drink some too, and then I'll tell you what secret I discovered when I was washing the underpants of the creator god." ”

Filia drank the wine and looked at him with a blushing face.

Frederick cupped his cheeks and said, "First of all, I am very curious about the face of God. He is not as unattainable as the Sanskrit texts portray, on the contrary, the creator god is a complete slacker and fool. The Law Field Generator wouldn't allow me to reveal its existence to the gods, and I thought I couldn't hide it, because the gods should have mind reading, right?, and God asked me, 'I don't have the strength to tear the walls of dimension, how did you come to my world in advance?' but when I was in a hurry, God lost interest in me and muttered, 'Maybe you died too unwillingly—what a disappointment, it was you who came down from the sky, not Philia,' and told me to wash my underwear. It can be seen that even God has no way to read my thoughts. God, in fact, is very weak and weak. ”

Philia pointed to her face and asked in confusion, "Why did God disappoint me?"

Frederick gritted his teeth and said, "I'm not going to let that guy touch you!He's definitely trying to do strange things to you!Hey, fool, if you teleport to the divine realm, you won't be stupid enough to be at his mercy, right?"

Filia quickly stuck out her tongue and raised her hand in surrender: "Not now." You go on to say. ”

Frederick glared at the innocent Philia, and then said, "God opened the door to the laundry room for me, and I followed him and looked closely at the back of his head—if he hadn't had a big octopus with teeth and claws stuck to the back of his head, I would have thought of God as an ordinary person." However, his head is closely connected to the octopus, and the octopus will grin exaggeratedly, waving its tentacles and constantly chanting words such as 'anger', 'hunting', 'killing', 'catharsis', and so on. But God didn't sense the octopus at all, and he didn't feel top-heavy, so he taught me how to wash my underwear and happily continued to write at my desk. ”

"Can God write?" said Philia, in awe of God.

"I can write poetry and lyrics," Frederick was jealous, and he thought that Philia would like the god, so he immediately declared, "but God is different. Presumably, the octopus has given the gods special powers, so the gods can manipulate our fate at will by writing their fates - but the gods are not philanthropists, because he began to use his divine powers for profit without hesitation. ”

"Profit-making?"

"Yes. God put a price tag on our world and sold it outright. As a result, our world becomes a zoo, and we are all commodities. ”

"How so!"

"I was surprised, too. Frederick's eyelids drooped and he shook the bottle: "I begged him to stop Wiener's killing and war, but he looked bewildered and innocent as if it were none of his business: 'Don't you like to fight?' Ferdinand and the others are tired of food and clothing, and do not hesitate to pay forty thousand dollars a day to come to your world to enjoy war, how can you hate to fight?"

At this point, I felt that something was wrong, and I carefully asked him, 'Dear God, I don't understand: that anyone should make war fun?'

The creator god danced and flaunted his skills: 'Nonsense!' I tell you, the more people who are bullied, the more they desire thrilling war, as if mediocrity and incompetence are the fault of peaceful and prosperous times, and only by being in the flames of war can they achieve their great ambitions. So I let the war on the Youruo Continent continue, attracting customers to come to it as demigods, letting them wantonly act in the decisive temperament of killing, let them indulge in a sense of achievement, use self-anesthesia to vent their anger, and comfort life by snatching love with a horizontal knife. And you, Frederick, were supposed to be a ruthless and iron-fisted warlord to make things more difficult for their clients and make their victories more realistic - so you weren't decisive enough, you weren't ruthless enough, and I did everything I could to manipulate your fate, and still felt the breath of the Virgin in you, making you look like a waste, and it didn't even make much sense to defeat you. ’

'A little more...... Angry ...... 'I asked, stunned. I could hardly have imagined that the war, which I feared and loathed, could be the entertainment that the gods dreamed of.

'Yes. The resentment accumulated by being insulted by the boss, the anger accumulated by the betrayal of the lover, the complaint accumulated by the dislike of the clansmen, and the unwillingness to be surpassed and accumulated in the same period, these angers made the gods so angry that they wanted to kick the cat and kick the dog. However, animal cruelty will be punished, scolding the gods will be beaten, and only hurting people in the other world will not have consequences - so, in order to escape from reality, the gods have come to the other world, snatched other people's wives, killed other people's armies, and vented their anger to clean up, so that they can be physically and mentally healthy. Frederick, the Elena you guarded was originally my most unique selling point. An iron-blooded young warlord and the empress fall in love, and he fights with the demigods, but he still succeeds, and is narrowly defeated by the demigods, and the prize is the watery Elena - what an exciting process, what a fragrant reward! But look at you, your methods are not cool enough, and the demigods are very boring......

'Who are the demigods?' I'm starting to get scared.

'Prince Ferdinand is the closest demigod to you, and his godly talent is immortal - and now he complains again and again, claiming that his opponent is too weak for his godly talent to be used, so that he hasn't praised me for the past few days! It's all your fault! As Prince Ferdinand's rival, you can't even play warm-up at the same level, do you know that this is a serious dereliction of duty?'

'Are there any other demigods?' I felt the sky fall. (To be continued.) )