It had no ambitions to become a god, its only desire was to resurrect its love!
The red light on the three-lobed eye mask of the Ninth Finger flashed incessantly, and its body trembled slightly, stirring with excitement.
Once it obtains the Authority of the Gods, it would be the sole protagonist of this grand drama!
"Oh dear, the chance to become a god... it's truly tempting!" The voice of the Eighth Finger rang out. The Void Ghost Mask stared intently at the door disciples and others, ready to interfere with them at any sign of movement.
Criiack!
Silas Davidson had spent decades in the Silent Netherworld, but had no real desire to become one of the Underworld Deities, after all, it was difficult to grow coffee there.
If he could be the God of Coffee, he would dedicate himself to it without hesitation!
