Lear took a deep breath and focused intently.
An attribute panel appeared in his mind—
Shadow of the God of Mirth
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On the panel, there was only a simple name, everything else was question marks.
Truly a god...
He felt a bit of a headache.
The God of Mirth was quite legendary on the Main Plane. It was said that he originally did not possess the authority of mirth.
During the ancient Gods' war, with his playful attitude towards the world and extraordinary talent, after witnessing the fall of dozens of gods.
By harnessing the dissipated divine spirits and shattered divine formats, he successfully ascended to become the God of Mirth.
Teasing, games, and mockery were keywords of his authority, and it fit his style well.
Interestingly, after his birth, the God of Mirth did not establish any sect, nor did he spread his faith.
Instead, he remained on the Main Plane in a unique way, and tales of the God of Mirth often appeared in the mouth of minstrels.
