"Please wait a moment."
As Muria was about to step onto the Golden Path leading out of the Torn Wind Elf King Divine Country, the God of Wind called out to him.
"Hmm?" Muria slightly turned his head, emitting a nasal sound.
"Majesty of the Netherworld, may I ask what your plans are for the future?" the Wind Elf King asked a question that seemed to have nothing to do with him.
"Whose are you referring to?"
"Yours, of course!"
"Isn't that obvious? To become the supreme ruler of all Deities!" Muria said lightly, "That is a small goal I've set for myself."
"To become the strongest, no wonder. So, I would like to know, can you accommodate a Powerful Divine Force?"
"Of course." Hearing the Wind Elf King's question, Muria turned slightly and surveyed the formless deity before him, purely composed of wind.
"If even I lacked such breadth of spirit, then my wish to become the strongest would be nothing but a joke."