["Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"]
Nenasha interrupted Herbert's rapid chanting with laughter.
["Cough cough, what you said earlier was barely qualified! Next time you better pray properly!"]
Honestly!
So anxious and hurried!
Cheapskate, can't even take a joke!
Sensing Nenasha's ease, he also relaxed a bit.
"So, my dear deity, what do you plan to do?"
["Since you have sincerely prayed to me, then..."]
With a chuckle, Nenasha said casually: ["A merciful deity will naturally respond as you wish."]
So confident?
Herbert was slightly curious about what method Nenasha would use to grant him the power to confront an epic-level deity incarnation.
Is she going to borrow my body for an upgrade?
Am I going to turn into a tentacle monster covered in shadowy tendrils?
As he was thinking this, Herbert suddenly felt a tremor beneath the shadows at his feet.
"It really is tentacles... huh?"
With curiosity, he looked down and saw hundreds of pitch-black feathers flying out.
