"The next Divine King, huh? That's unnecessary." Nokron bluntly rejected the request.
"Why? Why!?" There was a sudden look of excitement in Geb's eyes. To him, Nokron's succession was also part of "destiny."
Senior Dream Garment had already woven the most perfect future.
After all, by coincidence of rebirth, they just happened to return to hand over their twilight years.
"What can I change by becoming the Divine King?" Nokron retorted.
"This..." Geb hesitated a few times, opening his lips, but ultimately couldn't say a word.
Indeed.
The lifespan of the current era is limited. Being a Divine King, living for thousands of years, or not being one, it's still thousands of years...
The Divine King seat of the era is not essential to Nokron.
No one can have longevity now.
"But! But!!?" The old Geb became agitated. "Don't go! I can't trust any of the new generation Divine Kings. I'm afraid of their tyranny in old age, seeking longevity...."
