...
One night of swirling dragons and fishes.
The following day.
Lin Suo sat on the lavish bed, leaning against the headboard, snapped his fingers, and a negligible amount of divine power was consumed from within his body, producing a cigar in his hand.
Divine power = Wish Machine.
Combined with the creation authority of a Titan, almost anything was possible.
This 'almost' had an underlying logic, incapable of contravening the forces of rules.
But predictably,
As long as he learned various divine arts and found the perfect way to utilize divine power, anything he wished to do would be incredibly empowered.
I'm too envious of the Titans.
Oh, I'm one of them now, so no worries...
That year at 18, standing like a henchman, frolicking with the gods was very draining, especially a "beep" with a "beep."
"Mmm~"
"My little nemesis, you're really something..."
Lin Suo exhaled a puff of smoke, his face full of righteousness.
