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?

Under the peculiar gazes of the two, even with Owen's thick skin, he couldn't help but blush slightly, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"I must have eaten something bad; those colorful mushrooms are not to be trusted!" Owen shook his head with lingering fear.

"Thank you for waiting, gentlemen. Today, I'll give you a discount on the drinks," he added.

Saban, being a top-tier powerhouse, had encountered many strange people and odd situations, but it was his first time meeting someone as peculiar as Owen.

After steadying himself, he smiled casually, "No worries, Mr. Owen. Your health is more important."

"I'm feeling much better now," Owen replied with a smile.

Saban nodded, finally shifting his focus from the restroom to the pub around them.

The layout of the pub was simple, yet everything here exuded an extraordinary aura.

Chapter91-The Intentions of Saban