After confirming there was no flaw, he spoke coldly.
"What you said has some twisted logic, but that's about it... Speak, what do you want? Whatever you desire the most, I can give it to you!"
"Hahaha, you're quite amusing... boasting without even choosing a different place to do it."
Lear pulled a gold coin from his pocket.
"See this? A gold coin, can it exchange for what I want the most? Can you afford it?"
Damn, that damn tone again.
That bastard Shadow truly owes a beating.
"Enough nonsense, speak! As long as you genuinely want it, I can give it!!"
Lear looked dismissive.
"Keep boasting... Can you even afford a Divine Format? You know the Abyss, right? Give me an Evil God's... the Divine Format of the God of Tyrant, how about that? Can you afford it?"
Damn, is this bastard really here to make a wish?!!
But looking at that expression, it just made him feel stifled.
Damn, today I'm going to let you see, do you really think the God of Mirth is just a showpiece?
