Aslan was dumbfounded at Shiva’s shout. He was at a loss for words. The powerful magical energy that had been emanating from his body was long gone.

Aslan didn’t know which part he should tackle first. He looked lost. “Wait a moment. He entrusted what? Who gave what to you…? What? Gun has his memories?”

Shiva looked at Aslan as if he found explaining it tiresome. 

Aslan was a renowned genius magician in the Divine world. At an early age, he had made all the sage gods submit under his feet. He was an incredible being.

- Sage? Is that all you have to show for your age? You guys consider yourselves top-tier gods with so little knowledge? It’s unjustified. You guys will be more useful by dying and coming back as cat litter. 

The sage gods had lived for thousands to tens of thousands of years. Some of them shed bitter tears as they came to the Great Spirits such as Shiva. They cried and asked the Great Spirits to punish Aslan. Others decided to crawl under the rule of Aslan.

Mimir was one of those who decided to serve Aslan.

He was almost like a bull in a china shop.

Anyway, Aslan was so talented that he was arrogant and he got away with being deceitful. 

Shiva found it funny that such a god was at a loss for words because of his son.

“No way… It can’t be…” A confused Aslan glared...