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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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Chapter78-We Must Make Sure Mr. Owen Is Comfortable

Caesar glanced back at Owen. 

"My apologies, Mr. Owen. People from the Scarlet Aegis Empire can be quite impulsive. They tend to jump right into action the moment they meet someone."

Ah, so that's how it is. 

Owen nodded, intrigued by the customs of the locals. 

"Ha, it's quite amusing," Owen said. "But we're not that familiar yet, so maybe hold off on the tickling, okay?"

Although Queen Monica's words had been sharp, she seemed oddly friendly—coming up and tickling him right off the bat! Owen considered himself a decent person, but such quick advances didn't seem appropriate.

Monica finally realized what had just happened. 

"My deepest apologies," she said hurriedly, bowing to Owen. "It was incredibly reckless of me to offend you. I sincerely regret my actions."

Sweat formed on Monica's forehead.