"I will not betray the Divine King," Birmingham declared.
"There's no need to betray anyone right now, and I'm not so foolish as to confront a Divine King at this moment," Duge chuckled, "We can just play it by ear, and if there's an opportunity once the war really breaks out, we'll seize it. If not, being a Main God isn't too shabby..."
Birmingham looked at Duge with an expression that fluctuated between shadow and light, clearly uncertain of what to think.
Duge didn't speak again. He only needed to plant a seed, and when the time was ripe, it would naturally take root and sprout.
His keyword was chaos, not power. Stirring up the universe into a mess was his goal.
What did he care about the Divine King anyway?
Moreover, after stirring things up, Birmingham's hostility towards him had gradually faded, and there was even the possibility that they could become friends. How nice!
