"Your Divine Excellency! Thank you! Thank you for sparing me your precious time!" a man with a round belly exclaimed as he prostrated himself before a man sitting on a throne.
The man on the throne had long silver hair and piercing blue eyes; his expression looked like he was utterly bored but was keeping up airs just because he had to.
"I have looked into your petition, Duke Redford." The man said in a solemn tone; he had no emotion nor empathy in his voice, as if he was but a machine doing its job.
Duke Redford, the man squirming beneath the throne, looked up at the throne in excitement, but before he could say anything, the man on the throne continued:
"But I cannot grant you your request. Raising the prices of our exports to the Elves would only irk them. Nothing good would come of it."
Duke Redford was a little baffled, 'Are you not the strongest in the world? What are you afraid of?' he snickered inwardly.
But he showed none of it on his face; after all, he is standing before a god.
"But—" he tried to press it a little, but the man cut him off and said,
"This matter ends here, Duke. If you try to press it further, I will be disappointed in you."
GULP
The Duke gulped in fear, his body trembling under the man's heavy gaze, "Y-Yes, Your Divine Excellency, I shall speak of it no further!"
His body shivered at the threat laced in the man's words; after all, disappointing a god meant the extinction of his family!
"Good, you can leave now." The man replied with the same bored expression on his face.
"Y-Yes!" the Duke replied as he gnawed his teeth together, 'Fuck! If only I were stronger!' he exclaimed inwardly as he walked out of the throne room, never daring to raise his head, not for once!
….
Back in the throne room,
SIGH
The man on the throne sighed as he relaxed his body in exhaustion, "Seriously, just how greedy is that bastard!?" the man exclaimed with a frown.
"His duchy already earns a ton of money, and yet he wants more!"
SIGH
The man sighed again, exhaustion taking over his body, 'Why did I even save this race?' He wondered.
The man then closed his eyes and fell back in his seat, 'I used to be your normal weeb on Earth. But the truck-kun killed me, reincarnated me into this fantasy world!' the man mumbled as he recalled his distant past.
'I was born as a human. Who is my mother? I don't know. Humans used to be slaves to other races since they had no powerful leader.'
The man recalled the days when he was a slave to a vampire; he reminisced about how the vampire used him as a blood bank: 'Not wanting to stay as a slave, I rebelled and won. I created a kingdom for humans to live in and made the human race one of the nine major races in this world.'
The man then opened his eyes; his piercing blue eyes now lost their shine as he mumbled, 'I became the strongest, and one of the nine major leaders of the world. And yet, I haven't had sex yet!!'
'Can you believe that!? No cat girls, no shy Elves, no sexy Vampires!! Just work and work and work, my fuck!!' The man's face crumpled in sadness as he whimpered.
'I should hang myself to death! My fellow cultured men would spit on me!'
But then, a resolute expression bloomed on his face as he clenched his fists, 'That's why I decided!' he exclaimed inwardly as he nodded in determination, 'From now on, I, Draven Krone, the god of Humans, shall live a life of debauchery! The era of virgin Draven ends now! Throw me some pussy!!'