"Stop bluffing and just die already!!" Asher shouted, sending a barrage of ice spears toward Genzai's head with a flick of his hand. His hope was simple—if Genzai died, the fallen god Moriel controlling him might die too. A small sacrifice to ensure the safety of the entire world.
But Genzai wasn't that careless.
He fished a small gadget from the pocket of his broken suit and pressed it. Instantly, a magnetic field shield deployed around him, the ice spears shattering harmlessly against the invisible barrier.
"Oh, wait a minute. Let me recharge," he said casually, completely unbothered by the relentless assault.
He turned and walked toward the stands, where his fans were screaming with love, praise, and blind loyalty.
"We love you, Lord Genzai!!"
A group of women in the front row blew kisses at him.
Genzai pointed at one of them—a young, strikingly attractive girl.
"You. Come here!"
"Me??"
