"Does this count as a confession without being coerced?"
Howard Lee stared at the chat panel in front of him with a strange expression: "If he hadn't said it, we might not have thought about it for a while, but he just blurted it out."
"No, it doesn't."
Scar Dog spoke with slight annoyance: "What do you mean we might not have thought about it? It's not like our brains are bad. We just didn't care about it. It's just that we have no plans to create a deity, so we didn't think in that direction."
"Bring that woman over."
Kerr Cowell softly ordered while leaning on his walking stick.
"Alright!"
Although he wasn't very interested in becoming a deity, if it was simple and had more pros than cons, he wouldn't mind becoming one.
Soon, the woman was brought over.
It had to be said that,
At this moment, the woman with disheveled hair squatting on the ground looked nothing like a deity. Compared to Finn Bush, she looked more like a mortal.
"Do you have a name?"
"Yes."