When the Crimson Goddess sent her subordinates to relentlessly insult the Death God of Souls, the God of Death, clad in bizarre gear and wielding four kinds of primal props and weapons, passed through the Fog Gate. At that moment, the Death God of Souls, seeing his true Savior, let out a foul-smelling cry!
"Save... Save me, haha, ahahaha!"
However, the God of Death instead began with, "Death God of Souls, I am here to negotiate terms."
The Death God of Souls cursed loudly: "Damn it, shouldn't you be negotiating with that Ancient God instead of me? What do you want from me?"
God of Death: "There's nothing worth discussing with her, and you're about to become the first dead to endure endless overtime. Of course, I have to discuss your salary terms with you, and this is mandatory. If you don't agree, just stay here and be insulted by her forever. Anyway, as a special NPC, you won't die!"
"Now, I have a method to clear this in ten seconds, choose for yourself!"
