The God of Sacrifice looked angrily at the next game.
"Worlds: Throne".
"How can there be no Dragon Clan in this? Are dragons not famous enough? Are they in the Phantom Beast Race? Hmph! I think you ignoramuses disdain the Dragon Clan because you'll never see a dragon in your whole life..."
"The God of Fiction has insulted the culture of the Dragon Clan for one million eight hundred and thirty thousand years, and I demand that the God of Fiction make immediate corrections!"
But the protest of The God of Sacrifice was quickly drowned out by the shouts and laughter of the crowd, and he was even pushed out by the throng. Relying on his towering height, he stretched his neck and looked around.
The incessant hawking, crowds of customers that included competitors from all worlds who had come to participate in the Sunday contests.
The Witch Ghouls and Undead Race of the Pale World were selling vegetables and promoting theories on environmental protection.
