Holy shit!

Qin Ye casually ignored the Harken’s qualifying words and stared at himself in horror. He’d read his own fair share of fantasy novels, and yet… to think that he was now a god of death himself!

He was a true blue god of death!

Immortal and indestructible, and a peerless existence throughout the entire universe!

Holy crap! I’ve always known that I was awesome, but who would’ve thought that I was actually this awesome?

“What are you so excited about? Your divinity is hardly stable at all. After all, divinity is built upon the foundation of faith. How much faith do people have in you right now? It’ll take you at least three generations before the mortals of Cathay will start to speak more of your name, and learn more about you from the stone tablets, cultural relics, and history books of the mortal realm. That’s when people will truly start to worship you and offer you incense, and that’s when you can actually call yourself a fully-fledged god of death!”

No! I’m not listening to you! I refuse to listen to you!

To Qin Ye’s mind, it sufficed that he had the label of a god of death. After all, that meant that not even the heavens were going to look down on him in future.

“Besides, are you really in the mood to concern yourself with these things? Don’t you understand the gravity of the situation over here?” The Harken bit down hard on...