"What is this guy talking about to himself?"
When the Goddess of Fertility transmitted all the information back to the abode of the gods, both the Goddess of Destiny Fortuna and the God of Magic Bal showed a trace of annoyance.
The greatest arrogance is disdain.
And this mysterious guy before them epitomized this disdain perfectly.
Not hiding his identity, quietly writing a book by the seaside.
As if the so-called gods were nothing more than a distant ant nest in his eyes, not even worth stepping on.
Because to step on it is a meaningless waste of time for ordinary people, even definable as having a perverse tendency to abuse small animals.
"Who does he think he is?"
But it was precisely this attitude that infuriated the gods immensely.
"Everyone, the information he provided is indeed very good."
