Shang looked at the God on his throne.
"What would you have had me do if I chose 22 without an interesting reason?" Shang asked.
The God lifted his left hand, and the hammer of the jester appeared in it.
"As you know, I regularly change my decisions on a whim."
Shang didn't say anything.
The God looked at the hammer. "You wouldn't have directly killed someone, but you would have indirectly killed thousands."
Shang took a deep breath when he heard that.
"I would have given you this hammer," the God said with a grin, looking at the hammer.
Then, he looked at Shang.
"And would have asked you to hit Warrior's Paradise's foundation."
The hairs on Shang's neck stood on end.
"And what would have happened?"
The God only smirked. "Can't you imagine?"
"It would have toppled over like a tree."
Shang felt a deep, black hole of terror open in his chest.
Yes, Shang could deal with killing his enemies.
