Puppet God's tone was somewhat excited but quickly turned to panic. As a wooden person, his emotional changes were extraordinarily frequent, likely a phenomenon resulting from the regrets, reluctance, and wails of the civilization that had created him.
And this situation, where at any time the Carpenters and Rune craftsmen's lousy skills could infuriate him, sending his head spinning into the sky, was evident enough!
Puppet God held his head, "This kind of competition, this... I mean this competition is too intense, my skills aren't up to it, too poor, I need more practice! The timing of this grand event, one Divine Blood Book, I think the date should be pushed back some more!"
"Give me some time to practice, I'm sure I can blow up the AI, you all know me, when it comes to reviving civilizations, I'm more dedicated and committed than anyone!"
Reviving civilizations by playing games was something unheard of in the past, not to mention such an outrageous game never even existed.
