[I just love how so many webnovel readers are sered by the mc being turned into a devil, calling him being a sve and such lol. As if I like the idea of writing sve mc's lol. Anyways, hopefully more Webnovel Karens would e and pin about the mc being sve and suake my day!]

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  What do you think it feels like to have the G-Pass?

  Well. You ow spam the shit out of it!

  “Are you done now?” God’s eyes twitched several times as he crossed his arms in front of me.

  “…od. God. God. God. God.” As for me, I was grinning as I could no longer feel any zaps or pain after uttering the word for almost a huimes by now.

  Seeing that the man I’ve been calling for huimes was getting annoyed, only then did I stopped.

  o fully annoy the man and suddenly have my G-Pass revoked.

  “So if I’m in danger of something, I just yell your name?” I asked for the umpteenth time. I still ’t believe that I just gained God himself for my bed call.

  “Yes, something like that.” God nodded his head.

  “Why though? If yod, I’m sure you know who or what I am, right? Don’t you think its a bit tradig sidering I’m supposed to be your enemy?” I fusedly asked, to be ho, I’m not gonna be surprised if he already knows that I don’t belong to this world at all.

  “You’re right. But are you really a devil?”

  “What do you mean? I just turned into one.” His words fused me.

  “That’s not what I’m talking about. The word devil is all about being bad and evil. Devils are called like that because they’re sidered as evil by the word. Do you think it was me who ied the word devil?” God then looked at me with an amused smile.

  Well, now that I think about it, I haven’t seen an evil devil so far. Although I only entered two devils since I came here, none of them were evil like how they’re supposed to be.

  That’s weird. All this time, I thought devils are supposed to be evil. But now that I’m a devil, does that mean I’m a devil?

  “I see you’re thinking about it. There’s o trouble yourself about it for now. Just live the way you want to.”

  “But that doesn’t answer my question. Why?” I squinted my eyes. I still ’t find any answer from this old man.

  “Because I like it.” For some reason, God grinned, even though grins are supposed to make others feel unfortable and uneasy, why does God’s grin looked like it could rival even the ki looking smile iire world?

  Is this the advantage of being God of the Bible? I wonder what’s his backstory. Like how did he bee a God or how did he create Angels ah.

  I could already imagihose Christian fanatics g blood ohey have the ce to hear God’s past.

  No o only me perhaps have this kind of on-a-lifetime ce.

  I suddenly feel like fshing a smug towards those fanatics. How weird.

  “fusing right? You see, if you’re strong then this is how you’ll think. Being able to do whatever you want without any kind of w holding you back.” He smiled.

  “What do you mean? But what about the ws you applied, aren’t you the one who created this so-called ws?”

  “Like I said little Chamber, I’m strong and I do what I want.” Just as I wao ask more of him, he quickly tinued, interrupting what I was about to say.

  “Anyways, as much as I would like to chat with someone like you but I have to go, I just sensed anel falling from grace. Sigh.” With a shake of his head, God disappeared in a fsh of light before my very eyes.

  ‘An Angel falling from grace? So Fallen Angels also exist? If he’s truly powerful, why ’t he stop that from happening? ht, cause he’s strong and powerful.’ I rolled my eyes as I expected what would God’s reply be if I asked that question.

  Well, there goes the holy and ultra kind image of God in my head being shattered after meeting him, great.

  I wonder if we'll meet again?

  Hopefully we won’t meet in a battlefield standing on opposite sides.

  Just thinking about it made me shudder. If that truly happens, I still shout his name for help?

  After waiting a few more minutes and ensuring that he’s indeed not ing back, I finally left the stables.

  Only to noticed something.

  “It’s already night?”

  ***

  Obviously it's already nighttime and I would hate to veside the vilge during this time.

  I mean you believe it? Street lights haven’t been ied yet!

  I’m scared of the dark, you know!

  So, with the help of a few kind men I found in some dark ers of the vilge, I mao save up enough silver s to rent a room at the one and only Inn on the vilge.

  During that time, I also learhe name of this vilge.

  Dematyn Zhapyraktar Zheri

  Or also known as Land of the Resting Leaves.

  I don't know how I know of that. The farmer that I just entered told me those words and my mind automatically tra to a nguage I speak, which is English.

  Now this is weird. Does this mean I uand all nguage in the world? Simir to Asgardians and their innate capabilities of AllSpeak?

  Speaking of Asgardians, do they also exist in this world? If so, I wonder if I could meet with Thor or Odin here.

  Especially Odin, siderihe God of Wisdom, maybe I could ask his help or something.

  Or maybe, this is just a theory of mine, maybe the Odin of this world could speak to his other version aka, the Marvel version of Odin.

  If that’s the case, going bay previous world is guaranteed.

  ‘Okay, o self, find Odin and seek his wisdom for help.’

  “..id…Hey kid!” Snapping out of my thoughts, I realized I’ve been standing in front of the Inn’s clerk, bearing an annoyed look on her face.

  From the looks of it, she’s had a very hectic day and an annoyance like me is definitely not weled.

  “You’re holding the line. If you’re lost, be lost somewhere, you’re affeg my business.” Hearing her words, my eyes twitched upon turning around and seeing no one lining up except me, aside from a few gentlemen dining in oables eating what I assume to be badly cooked steaked and rum.

  I really feel like I got myself in a fantasy world or something.

  “I’m sorry, I’m here for a room.” I said before handiwo silvers oable.

  The clerk looked at the s with doubt on her face. As if she’s ’t believe that a child like me has enough moo rent a room.

  “…I’m not accepting dirty s.” The clerk shook her head and said, assuming that the silver s were stolen by me.

  Only if she knew hht she was.

  But would that let me back away and sleep ireets, no.

  “Lady, these are not dirt s, I ear from tending to my grandfather’s friend’s farm not far from this vilge.” Then I used my ultimate card, looking directly at her eyes with my big and round eyes as if I was a cat asking its owner for food.

  “….Still no.” The clerk insisted.

  Dammit, I wish I learned some sort of hypnosis spell.

  Or maybe…I could make one myself?

  I’m ly sure how devil energy works but sis my own energy, I do what I want with it, right?

  Hopefully that’s the case because if not, I might find myself sleeping on the same stable where I talked to God.

  God, that sounds like something you’ll read in a bible verse.

  Walking outside the Inn, I sighed in disappoi. Only now I realized that strength and power is not everything.

  That’s when God’s words earlier suddenly resonated within me.

  With strength, he do what he wants.

  I also do the same? Be the stro?

  But that also means being strohan God himself, right?

  How do I even do that? To be strohan my owod created the humans and devils, right? So I also fall on the same category.

  Hopefully, I do bee strong.

  Speaking of strong, I should get to work on making my own hypnosis spell.

  Reag the stables again, I found that the owner was already sound asleep and the horses also.

  Sneaking my way in the same empty space, I sat on the ground full of hay.

  “Let’s see here. I’ll try basing the creation of the spell through my knowledge about Mystic Arts.” Muttering to myself, I stared at my own hand and saw the slightly deep e sparks being produced.

  If I’m going oh of the Mystic Arts then I’ll need a reference.

  Sihere are no known knowledge about hypnosis in the Mystic Arts, or at least from what I know, then I could take refereo other kinds of magic.

  My mind started pag and recalling any known spells from movies and films that I have watched.

  As for Animes? I’ve heard of them but I only watched Dragon Ball, and my memory about it is a bit hazy sidering I only watched them when I was a child.

  I don’t remember any hypnosis teiques in Dragon Ball, so I’ll cross that out.

  My on the list is a very known and famous film franchise from my inal world.

  Harry Potter.

  ly a fan to the point of being a full fledged fanatic but I’ve watched the entire franchise including reading or skimming through its books.

  Was it Legiles? s?

  Nevermind that. Acc to the film, a wizard use Legs or whatever it is called by staring at someone’s eyes.

  Staring at the other party’s eyes is like eg a bridge between the caster and the other.

  Once ected, the spell has taken effect.

  Now, how do I do it? I’m not versed in mind spells so I’m kind of a newbie in this field.

  ‘There’s some resting horses nearby. I could experiment.’ Thinking it’s worth a shot, I approached the horse who immediately reacted.

  Before it could make a hat might attraecessary attention especially the owner, I quickly transfigured a small stone from the ground inte cloth that flew towards the horse’s mouth.

  “Hmmmpphh!” Scared aermio protect itself, the horse jumped around and tried to kick me on the chest.

  Fortunately my physique is enhanced, so I took it like a man.

  Bam!

  Perhaps surprised that I tanked his kick easily, the horse started bag away with unpreted fear towards me.

  “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt.” I coaxed. Well I’m lying sidering I’m gonna experiment on him and he might get braindead from it.

  “God five me for what I’m about to do.” Muttering to myself, I stepped closer to the horse and stared at his eyes.

  I then willed my devil energy to flow from my eyes towards the Horse’s

  I’m not sure if I’m doing it right but I could feel a small portion of my devil energy crawling like a fluid and ected directly to the horse’s brain through his eyes.

  That’s when the sense of dizziness and nausea hit me like a truck. tless unknown and fuzzy memories started fshing before my eyes, as if I was watg 10 films fast forwarded 10 times at the same time.

  I also felt the stant ption of my devil energy, depleting it as every sed passed.

  Ign the nausea, I tried to gain trol over the devil energy as I could feel the bridge between us being unstable.

  I willed my entire focus on slowing down the fshes and trying to focus on only one part of the memory.

  Not knowing how many seds or minutes have passed, before I k, I have successfully slowed down the memories and I’m not looking at a certain part of the horse’s memory.

  He was coputing with another horse with a white mane.

  Oh fug god!

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  “Did someone yelled my name?” God muttered to himself with fusion.

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