NewandMoe

Owen had been a god for a thousand years.
But due to slacking off, he was judged by the gods and exiled to a world on the brink of destruction. 
Soon after, Owen awakened a system and received his first task. 
But the task was... to create the best pub in the world? 
And to become the greatest bartender ever?
Come on, I'm a god!
Thus began his not-so-peaceful life as a bartender.
[Ding! Detected that Host has mixed a special drink, which has evolved infinitely into god-tier mana liquid!]
[Ding! Detected that Host has assembled a rifle, which has evolved infinitely into the most powerful magic cannon!]
[Ding! Detected that Host has taken in a homeless man, who has evolved infinitely into the strongest human on the planet!]
Well, I guess I can accept this.
Saving the world through unconventional means starts today!

I’ve Already Become a God, and You Told Me to Be a Bartender?

Not only Caesar, but the other masters also saw it.

When they saw Owen's pale face, gagged mouth, and the thick ropes wrapped around him several times, they collectively gasped in horror.

"Owen, my friend!" Caesar rushed over immediately.

"Oh my god, how did this happen? Don't worry, Owen, I, Black, am here to save you! As long as I'm here, no one will hurt you!"

"Old Raven, are you sick or something? Why are you repeating your name so many times? Owen already knows who you are."

Everyone rushed over to quickly untie Owen.

"You finally made it!" Owen said, feeling a warm relief as he looked at the familiar faces around him. "If you had come any later, I'd be a rootless person by now."

Did Constantine, that little brat, try to… castrate Lord Owen???

Everyone turned to look at Constantine.

Now it was Constantine's turn to break out in cold sweat.

Chapter65-Why Did You Mess with Him?