"What the hell."
Howard Lee looked at Scar Dog with a slightly speechless expression: "What's in your head? Although I know I used to play wild at the construction site, it was a helpless move, okay? In reality, I'm still a normal person."
"Don't compare me with Jimmy Ward. That kind of person has transcended mortals, and ordinary people can't surpass him."
"My point is."
"This is, after all, a Sleeping God. Even if the Divine Power is exhausted inside, it should still be useful, right?"
"For example, we can bring it back to nourish our Father of the Blue Star?"
"Although this thing has little to do with the world origin consciousness, a sleeping god should be able to nourish the Father of the Blue Star to some extent, right?"