"You... don't do it!"
The passerby was terrified, sitting down on the ground with a flop, which made the War God seem even taller.
War God clenched his fists with both hands, and from the passerby's perspective, his head blocked the sunlight perfectly, making his entire face a deep, pitch-black expanse, only his pair of medical glasses occasionally emitting a strange gleam.
"Don't worry, our hospital charges are very fair. If I said you have traces of an Ancient God's essence in you, then I will certainly help you find it. There's no need to doubt my medical skills!"
War God raised his fists, clashing them together as his knuckles cracked loudly!
"Believing in Ancient Gods is dangerous behavior. Those chaotic, deranged gods from the Primeval Era always use various kinds of irresistible gibberish to deceive people's hearts. Once they fatten you up, you'll be completely controlled by them and lose your own will."
