Chapter 277 - Disaster (3)
Once people learned I was a god, they began pleading for mercy in every way imaginable.
“Can you truly restore the world to the way it was?”
"If you’ll do that for us, I’ll believe in anything you say.”
"Please, if not for me, then at least for this child…”
I silently watched those exhausted by life beg desperately in front of me.
I didn’t know whether I could actually save all of them. Because I wasn’t a god.
Twisting the world, creating life, ruling over existence, that alone wasn’t enough to be called a god. That described an Outer God. Beings that possessed power but lacked qualification.
"I’ll do my best.”
Still, saying ‘You’ve chosen the wrong deity to pray to’ felt a bit much, so I simply gave them comforting words they wanted to hear.