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I’ve Already Become a God, and You Told Me to Be a Bartender?

Owen had been a god for a thousand years. But due to slacking off, he was judged by the gods and exiled to a world on the brink of destruction. Soon after, Owen awakened a system and received his first task. But the task was... to create the best pub in the world? And to become the greatest bartender ever? Come on, I'm a god! Thus began his not-so-peaceful life as a bartender. [Ding! Detected that Host has mixed a special drink, which has evolved infinitely into god-tier mana liquid!] [Ding! Detected that Host has assembled a rifle, which has evolved infinitely into the most powerful magic cannon!] [Ding! Detected that Host has taken in a homeless man, who has evolved infinitely into the strongest human on the planet!] Well, I guess I can accept this. Saving the world through unconventional means starts today!

NewandMoe · Fantasia
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Chapter109-"You're No Match for Owen!"

Had he not used the Blessing of the Crescent to bolster his defenses, he would have been torn to pieces by the force of the blow, rather than suffering only minor injuries.

"Interesting!" 

For the first time, Fenrir's expression shifted to one of mild surprise at seeing his claw—capable of slicing through metal—stopped by Edward.

Fenrir's previous strike had been infused with enough magic to break through nearly any mage's defenses.

Edward's current strength shouldn't have been able to withstand it… Fenrir realized he might have underestimated him.

But before Fenrir could act on this realization, Edward shifted from defense to offense.

Cloaked in a radiant aura, his power surged, and he launched a punch straight toward Fenrir's forehead.

Star-Shattering Fist!

This was Edward's most powerful offensive spell, carrying the strength to shatter meteors.