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Haul ass, dead meat… Contrary to their expectations, the absolute being known as the Mediator of All Creations talked smack and cursed inelegantly and vulgarly like a gangster. As beings whom everyone praised and worshiped before their deaths, Tomte and Balor’s pride were naturally hurt.
『Disrespect?』
The two golden eyes in the sky curved as if <Deus Ex Machina> found their reaction funny. Tomte and Balor immediately realized that he was sneering at them.
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