Temple of Heaven...
A strong wind blew in the distance, waking up the old face that was looking at the lower world.
Brown age spots have appeared on the originally green face, and the two flexible antennae when he was young have shriveled up with the traces of time.
Some people stand tall in time, while others are buried in the river and grow old.
"You came."
Old Bic leaned on his crutch and slowly looked at the person who was frozen in the air. When he saw that person's figure, the swarthy little fat man next to the god suddenly pushed over a cart of delicious food with such skill that it made people feel distressed.
Carrot El's floating figure slowly landed on the temple, floating on the ground as light as a goose feather, and cast an appreciative look:
"You see Bobo is so sensible."
God Piccolo: "..."
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"well..."
Sighing, the old man's helpless expression made this aloof god become like an ordinary person.
Sitting casually on the ground, Old Bic and Carrot Al sat on the floor. Mr. Bobo, like a waiter, handed the god a cup of tea and helped Carrot peel a four-pound lobster.
"Why, are you tired?"
After taking a deep bite, the delicious lobster meat filled his mouth and slid down the back wall of his throat into his stomach. Even he couldn't help but look intoxicated.
The look in Old Bic's eyes was not just as simple as old age, but more of regret for his own powerlessness.
At the age when he should have gained strength, he suddenly chose to become a god, which not only cut himself into two, but also locked the growth of his own strength.
Even though it has been more than two hundred years since he became a god, he is always controlled by others and has difficulty intervening in everything. This is the bitter fruit of his youth.
"The world has changed, and there are many things that I can't control..."
Carrot El could not deny it, and the contempt in his heart could not help but reveal a smile from his eyes. He slurped the lobster gravy and said with a smile:
"Correction, it's not that you can't control it now, it's that you can't control it from the beginning to the end."
"You are not a god of high stature, let alone not strong enough."
"What else do you think you can do?"
"On top, controlled by Odin, trapped in the nine realms."
"I, let alone those powerful demon lords in hell, you are not even afraid of the one who registered and stamped at the door (King Yama)."
"In the human world, except for those who climb the tower, they are not authorized to interfere with other matters."
"In the circle of gods, even though you are green, no one treats you like an onion."
"He is a god in name, but in fact he is just a puppet to whitewash peace."
"Shut up!!!!"
Old Bic's face grew darker and darker as he listened, and he gritted his teeth and held the crutch: "You are here to make me angry on purpose, right?"
"So much food still can't stop your mouth."
"You can do it, come on!"
"Five years ago, I said that I would give you the position of God and then retire, but you were unwilling and almost destroyed the God's Temple."
Carrot El put the last bite of lobster into his mouth, picked up a bottle of sports drink and drank it in one gulp:
"Yes, if I don't like it, no one can force me."
"I just didn't expect that you have survived for so many years and still haven't understood the nature of being a god."
“The one whose heart desires is a god, and the one who is powerful is a god.”
"He who anchors his destiny is a god, and he who conquers heaven with his heart is a god."
Carrot El stood up and patted the dust and said:
"You god...hehe...are more like a toy to fool a child. You can't even stay young forever. Even the ability of the wishing bead is something you bring with you."
"I don't need to be a god at all. If the facts are as I expected, my status is already higher than that of a god."
After eating and drinking, Carrot El's eyes finally gathered a trace of solemnity, and he retracted his playful intentions in front of his elders:
"And I want to confirm this, so I'm here to get answers from five years ago."
Silence suppresses the sense of scrutiny in the still sky.
Carrot El's words were as expected by the God Piccolo.
Time, looking back at the beginning of the summer night five years ago.
The young man in the black martial arts uniform was not as tall as he is now, but his aura vaguely exuded the feeling of being superior to all living beings...
"Since you can observe the lower world, help me find the S mark that is the same as it..."
"In five years, I will come again."
"In exchange, I will let Piccolo live in peace with humans for five years, and then integrate into human society."
However, for five years, Carrot El turned a deaf ear to this, and he seemed to have completely forgotten all of it.
An answer that could be answered in less than three seconds confused the God Piccolo for five years, and he did not get the answer from Carrot's subsequent visits:
"I could have told you this five years ago, why did you come today?"
Upon hearing this, Carrot El pursed his lips in astonishment. Although it was only for a short moment, God could still see a look that looked at a fool from it. He heard him say:
"Because at that time, I didn't have enough strength."
"A reckless exploration of one's origins may attract something immeasurable and the world's greedy gaze."
"My adoptive parents taught me to focus very early on. I should learn to be afraid of the boundless starry sky, endure it, and grow up."
"Until now..."
As he spoke, Carrot El's voice echoed in the temple. He slowly touched his arm, feeling the huge energy and flowing blood contained in every cell, and closed his eyes:
"I am no longer afraid of the strong winds between heaven and earth, and I am not afraid of the torrent of disasters."
"At the same time...I am also increasingly unable to control certain things in my body."
"With the awakening of those things...I realized that I was not a god...because, I started to ask for something..."
"What do you want?"
The cold sweat on God Piccolo's face dripped to the ground as his brows furrowed, and even he didn't notice it.
The trembling horror in that tone was because in the past five years of observation, he had always seen Carrot El's indifferent attitude towards everything except food and family.
He is not afraid that he wants something, but if someone like Carrot wants something, why would he hide it?
Carrot El opened his eyes and looked into the depths of the Milky Way deeper than the sky. At this moment, God Piccolo saw an extremely pure smile from his pupils:
"I'm not cruel, just a little belligerent."
"You can't be an ant, because it's not fun at all. I love a lot of people, so I don't want to gamble."
"The rest...is all right."
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