Lighting the pollution in his hand, watching the shell beneath his feet turn to ashes, Durin sighed. As expected, it's a counterfeit, the real Evil God couldn't possibly be killed so easily.
Unfortunately, in this world, all Evil Gods are just counterfeits.
But even these counterfeits dare to invade his Divine Sense, attempting to twist Durin's alignment with their words.
Pathetic thing, maybe others would fall for it, but not Durin.
Because this Evil God had never seen the kind of despair the butcher of the High Tower, Durin, had faced in the past. Each step of civilization need not be progress. Yes, for civilization can regress. And each step of living beings need not be happiness…also true, for life never enters this world to bask in happiness. The child of the poor looks up from Purgatory to an unattainable Heaven, willing to become a monster to climb higher. Meanwhile, the child of the rich must plunge into Purgatory to become a monster lest they fall behind their peers.
