"No, what's with the 'fear neither heaven nor earth' attitude? I mean it, I'll really do it, don't underestimate me!"
The God of the Battlefield's voice was filled with immense anger, and that anger quickly turned into a loud, high-pitched scream!
"Where's my internet? Why is my internet down!"
"The TV, why did the TV turn off by itself!"
"I hadn't saved my newly written complaint email yet!"
The God of the Battlefield cursed aloud, "Damn that War Recovery God, he must have used some underhanded trick to cut off my network!"
"Damn it, is this how you treat a retired old man? I was really enjoying my show!"
The God of the Battlefield slapped the TV furiously, but unfortunately, if he were a follower of The God of Abandonment, perhaps he could have fixed the TV using thought power and the Divine Art of patting. However, he was not.
That thing had already been remotely turned off by a certain God of Fiction.
