Although the inquiries from the Cursed God carried considerable misleading nature, Shuangxi wasn't going to think toward aspects of Copper Refining. After all, the God in front of her was only interested in curses. Anything that caught his eye wouldn't live long; either it was something already dead or something that should be mourned in advance rather than worrying about how others were doing!
"No, the point isn't whether I like curses or not, but whether your race has any immunity to curses... or legends," the Cursed God thought, perhaps relieved that he had narrowly avoided being mistaken as an Evil God performing live curse experiments.
"In fact, there have been significant findings in your world, but I'm not sure if I was the first to discover them, so I urgently need someone to go there... You are the best choice."
"I think, I have found my Saints."
...
At the break of dawn.
The farm was already thriving, and all this flabbergasted the Eternal Shadow.
