Chapter 1987

Nash turned his head and realized Zaafea was nowhere to be seen.

"Hey, where's Zaafea?" Nash asked in confusion.

"Oh, Master said he was hungry and went to get something to eat," Deluca replied.

"Eat? Does that guy even need to eat?"

...

In the grandest luxury viewing box, Sycamore sat quietly.

Opposite him, Zaafea was munching on some fruit.

"Ruin," Sycamore began, breaking the silence. "I don't recall you ever being the type to help others out of the goodness of your heart." Zaafea, who was now full, leisurely lay back on the couch and yawned. He showed no intention of responding to Sycamore's query.

"Hey! Our great emperor is talking to you! Are you deaf?" a burly man grabbed Zaafea, attempting to pull him up.

the hell are you? Can't you let me finish my nap first?" Zaafea squinted

about to punch Zaafea but found himself

the ground and said

his hold on the man and lay back down on the couch. The man hurried to Sycamore's side, apologizing

turned

fault. I'll answer your question. I just want to prevent those gods from being

of his own kind?" Sycamore's tone was calm

me clarify.

Zaafea now,

I'm

gods of the West for

forget our rules. Excessive interference in someone's

d

forgive me, I have a bit of a memory problem.

you have grievances against those gods of the West. But we cannot continue interfering Some predetermined outcomes are veering out of control because of your actions. It's

King. I'll listen to you, okay?"

I prefer the previous occupant of

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