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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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Chapter82-The Past of the Blood Empire

"You once said that a shattered body could not truly kill you, and the passage of time could never bury you! One day, you would return as a king!" The skeleton gazed at Owen with fervor, placing his right hand over his chest, speaking each word with conviction.

The flames in his eyes burned brighter, almost radiating heat.

"At that time, you used the Blood Clan's secret arts. Everyone thought you had died, but we knew—you hadn't perished; you had merely gone away temporarily!"

The skeleton's sincerity left Owen slightly unsettled, beginning to wonder if he really was the Blood Empire.

The skeleton seemed entirely sane, and its loyalty to the Blood Empire was undeniably genuine.

Even Owen found himself nodding slightly, moved by the skeleton's earnest devotion.

If he didn't know better, he might have been convinced he was the Blood Empire!

Perhaps there had been a misunderstanding?