The treasure of God's Blood is right beside him, yet he tenaciously forgot about it for half a month, Ybur pondered for a while and felt something wasn't quite right.
"A bout of laziness," Sherry commented succinctly.
Ybur was speechless: "...Sherry, when will you change this bad habit of throwing a jab at me whenever you feel like it?"
"I'm tempering you," Sherry argued confidently, "I think your perspective on becoming a god is too narrow. If one day, you can accept my attacks without a change of expression, then you might ascend to the state of a god... Hmm, perhaps the God of Tolerance."
Ybur picked up Sherry, "Before that, I think you need to experience the Slime's Wrath first!"
It swung its tentacle in a grand arc, throwing Sherry far away, watching as Sherry spun in midair with a clatter, then spread open its pages like a bird flapping, but still couldn't withstand the immense force, irresistibly flying into the distance: "Just you wait—"
