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?

Black smoke rose from the Zombie Blood Empire, its wounds inflicted by thunder and flames twisting like a cut worm.

Even though the Zombie Blood Empire no longer felt pain, the sluggishness from its injuries made it frown, its murderous gaze fixed on Amtea and Caesar.

Its decayed, yellowed mouth opened slightly, revealing a few teeth encrusted with grime, exuding a nauseating stench. A hoarse, grating voice erupted from its throat.

The sound reverberated, creating visible ripples in the still air.

Then, the Zombie Blood Empire lunged forward, attacking both of them at once, its black, emaciated hands brimming with compressed mana fluctuations.

Though it had lost its soul and acted solely on instinct, the magic within the Zombie Blood Empire had fully integrated into its body over millennia.

Every movement was a perfect fusion of magic and flesh, striking like lightning and leaving no opportunity for counterattack.

Chapter86-Zombie Blood Empire