Slightly tilting his head, he looked at the mortal deity before him, who was much smaller than a demon, barely able to contain the ice-cold greed in his eyes.
The thunder god of the mortal realm... What delectable sustenance.
The uninvited guest had been right; this was indeed his greatest tonic.
If he could obtain this power, it would fill the void of his origin power... However, with the delicacy before him, the Demon Prince had no choice but to restrain his own desires.
This was not the true body, just an incarnation of the mortal deity. Plus, the origin of a deity cannot be forcibly stripped away... Even as the laws of the present world became more stringent and the origin power repeatedly faded, now, even if the deities themselves were willing to help, stealing divine authority had become increasingly difficult.
"Not at all."
Repeating again, the Demon Prince said half-smilingly: "According to what it told me, you are indeed the god who wields thunder in the mortal realm."
