"What the fuck do you mean I can only fuck and fight?" Damian blurted out.
The words echoed across the living room as he stared at Rin and his wives with complete disbelief. Moments ago they had calmly explained what the life of an immortal looked like. According to them, his clones would handle the expansion of his influence, his followers would spread his faith, his servants would manage his territories, and his role was simply to continue growing stronger while enjoying the benefits of godhood.
The more Damian listened, the worse it sounded.
To them, it was normal.
To him, it sounded unbearable.
Rin sat comfortably on the couch while his tails swayed lazily behind him. "You need to get used to routines. That's the only way you can get stronger."
Damian immediately shook his head.
An empty existence was not a routine, I was stagnation. There was a difference. He refused to dress it up with pretty words.
