Chapter 70.3

Kevin closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again and looked at Melo's face. "So you created the sand ghosts that have no emotions?" he asked, each word carefully enunciated.

Melo nodded without hesitation. "I did," he said slowly. "But I'm very puzzled. Thenis and Feisa can create people who worship them, but I can't. What did they do? What did you do?"

His voice was serious, like a studious student asking for advice. "What did you do? Did you curse me? Why can't I create obedient living people? I even tried it on existing living people, but it didn't work. The ones I created were all dirty waste."

"What good can a scum create?" Oswald spat. "I despise filth, and so does the Empress God. No wonder he has to hide his face behind a mask."

Oswald stood up and walked over to Kevin, Sinia, and the Elder Elder.

He put his arm around Kevin's shoulder and said, "The Empress God has a lot of nerve. He thinks he can just give us a godhead and we'll be grateful to him. But now that we know his true colors, we're not afraid of him anymore."

Melo's face darkened. "Just because I gave you a godhead doesn't mean you're qualified to speak to me like that," he said in a cold voice.

Oswald laughed. "A godhead? What's so great about a godhead? You're just a coward who's afraid to show your true face. You're not worthy of being a god."

Melo had always seen the God of Light walking alone, a solitary figure against the backdrop of the sky. He was used to it, for the God of Light was a being of immense power and presence, and he did not need the company of others.

But now, a mere mortal stood so confidently beside the God of Light, and Melo was overwhelmed by it.

The mortal was young and beautiful, with a radiant smile and eyes that shone like stars.

He stood tall and proud, his head held high, and he seemed to radiate a light of his own.

Melo could not understand why a mortal could stand side by side with a god so confidently.

He had never seen anything like it before.

The mortal's presence was so strong that it seemed to challenge the very nature of divinity.

"I can give, but I can also take away," Melo said with a trace of disgust in his voice.

Kevin looked at him for a moment, then smiled indifferently. "Why are you angry? He is right. You will never be able to create a real flesh-and-blood person like Thenis and Feisa did."

Melo raised his voice. "Why not?"

Kevin's face darkened. "Because they loved the people they created. And you?"

He snorted coldly. "This is the difference between you and them. Thenis created you, and all the gods really loved you. But what have you done?"

Melo's eyes flashed with anger. "I have done everything I can for them!" he said.

Kevin shook his head. "No, you haven't," he said. "You have only thought of yourself. You have never cared about the people you created. You have only used them for your own purposes."

With a sneer, he spoke. "Still want to create humans? What was your psychology when you created humans?

"The people of this continent are becoming more and more corrupt, and their faith in God is waning. You are restless. So you want to create a new group of believers to replace them, correct?

"You created them only to use them, just as you wanted to create a group of gravekeepers to guard the gates of my tomb, but only created a batch of monster-like tree branches.

"You do not even have feelings, so how can the things you create have feelings?"

Melo laughed suddenly, his voice filled with scorn. "Emotion? Love? The love of the gods is the most hypocritical. I am but a pet you created in your spare time, a creature of whimsy and fleeting fancy.

"What if one day your interest wanes? What if one day you deem me a failure? Will you simply wave your hand and let me disappear?"

He tilted his head slightly, as if scanning the area beneath his feet. "Mirror Island... I have been here with you once before, when you watched Fei Sa cast aside a piece of land he had created by accident, as if it were nothing more than a scrap of trash.

"Yes, you tell me you are here to correct a mistake. But to you, it is but a simple matter of waving your hand. To me, however, it is different. For I, too, was created by you."

"I cannot even control my own life and death. When I open my eyes today, I may still be alive. But tomorrow, your interest may have waned, and you may find me boring. Perhaps I should die then." Melo's gentle tone finally changed, revealing a hint of questioning.

"If this is truly love, why have you never considered giving me a godhead? Why do you always let me be inferior to you? Why don't you give me an equal opportunity to stand beside you?

"I do not wish to do those things, but I detest that my life and death are controlled by others. I simply wish to live with peace of mind..."

Kevin narrowed his eyes at him, as if he had never known this person before. "Why didn't I give you a godhead? You have been obsessed with this problem your entire long life, and you have wasted so many years."

He nodded, raised his hand, and tapped his forehead. "Do you want to know why I didn't give you the godhead? Behold!"

The man's slender fingers shook and twitched, as if possessed by a strange force.

A white spot of light appeared on his fingertips, like a flickering cluster of flames.

The light danced and swirled, so mesmerizing.

The man then patted the light spot in front of Melo with a blank expression.