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"Anyway, I'm not a god now.

"I'm just the lowest and most lowly zombie slave under the whip of Ms. Myossage."

A proud smile appeared on Myossage's face.

Matthew was also very emotional.

It seemed that this fellow had suffered a lot at the hands of the Mother of Slaves. He had completely lost his previous arrogance.

But Matthew didn't want a slave zombie.

So he asked the mother of coolies to leave the workshop.

Only the War God Zombie was left.

Matthew asked again,

" Now, no one will hurt you. You can answer my questions truthfully.

"Are you a god or not?"

He looked straight at the zombie's soul fire.

The Necromancer's ability allowed Matthew to easily grasp the intense emotional fluctuations in the Soul Fire.

"I, I don't know…"

The other party's voice was filled with confusion, hesitation, and a strong sense of unwillingness.

Matthew smiled lightly.