The future was different from the future, and Charles knew it long ago.
Who was it! It was destroying the foundation of the gods!
Charles gritted his teeth. For the first time in his life, he felt powerless.
He didn't know who his opponent was or what the other party was doing. He only knew that if this continued, not to mention carrying out the plan, his position as the Archmage God would be easily affected.
"That belt looks a little similar to the one that the Kitchen God, the otherworldly god, has…But it seemed different…Damn it!"
Biting his thumb, the Brain of Truth spun frantically, thinking of countermeasures.
"In my opinion, all of this must have something to do with the Kitchen God! Kill him! Only then can everything return to the right track!"
"No! There are countless experts behind the Kitchen God. I can't act rashly!"
"Haven't I already become friends with him? How can a friend stab you in the back?"
