My name is Ba, I'm a Star Realm God who governs droughts.
My dream is to live comfortably and peacefully.
A long time ago, perhaps a thousand or two thousand years ago, I happened to arrive in this world.
After landing here, I simply stretched out a bit and modified the climate to make it more suitable for me to live in.
But those foolish native creatures dared to accuse me, saying I turned fertile land into a desert.
This blame shouldn't fall on me; the rainfall here was already scarce, and they cut down all the nearby trees. The place turning into a wasteland was just a matter of time, even without me.
I might have just advanced it by a thousand years. What right do they have to blame me?
Can I be blamed for this? I cannot!
So I strung up those natives who came to scold me and dried them out, thus ensuring no one would trouble me again, and I enjoyed a peaceful period.
