Raul POV.
Opening a therapy salon right in the middle of the forest.
Ah, reminds me of the days I was a lawyer back in my old world.
I did some pretty insane shit back then.
Guess I should thank my old mom and dad for completely fucking up my mental health.
If they hadn't, I wouldn't be this traumatized, pathetic, and batshit crazy.
Thanks, Mom and Dad.
I'm redirecting the demon god worshippers here.
I just created an illusion path for them; they have more corrupted divine power, so I can feel their presence.
Not all of them, but half of them just get this place.
I'm not interfering with fate; I'm just playing a game.
So there shouldn't be any problem.
The guy in front of me was telling me about his father.
"My dad got old, of course, and ended up in a nursing home…" I actually feel a little sorry for him.
He's father was an alcoholic and was beating him up when he was a child.
He went through hell to worship the demon god. "So how about a rematch?"
