"God? More like a lunatic."
Liu Zheng sneered.
Being the progeny of a god only made one top-grade delicacy, coveted by all sorts of forces to be carved up as sashimi.
If one truly became a god, wouldn't they be constantly chased and nibbled on every day?
Judging from that Dickens's strength, he didn't think Yate's native god had much of a presence in the Metropolis.
Seeing Liu Zheng unmoved, that unknown voice did not sound again.
He walked to the main altar and subconsciously turned his head to look.
Amelia had seemingly anticipated his actions; she bowed her head deeply, revealing only her pale and delicate chin.
"Tsk."
Liu Zheng curled his lip, picked up the thing on the main altar, and incidentally put the skull back.
"Name: Divine Son's Umbilical Cord (One-time use)"
"Type: Item"
"Quality: Perfect"
"Effect One: Usage grants random mystical knowledge."
"Effect Two: Usage grants a random number of random skills."
