Chapter 173 (1/2)

Smith Jr. hummed to himself as he twisted his wrist, causing the pan he was holding to jerk. Four eggs flew through the air, performed a perfect somersault, then fell back onto the pan. Living as an immortal was boring. He didn’t need anything to survive; as such, he and Eula were living in a small cabin in the woods, pretending to be mortals. After living for millions upon millions of years, he was almost a little bored of living, and it seemed like today would be no different from any other day.

[User! The system has a huge opportunity for you. Would you like to become a god?]

Smith Jr. blinked. How long had it been since the system stopped contacting him? Back then, there were only five people: him, Eula, Paul, Max, and Karen. They had become immortals together by completing the system missions involving taking care of plants. Afterwards, well…, there was no afterwards. The system disappeared; missions stopped coming. They were left alone in an empty world for millions of years. During that time, Karen’s relationship with the group rapidly deteriorated, and she split off, refusing to keep in contact with them. Later on, things happened, and Smith Jr. finally got together with Eula. They had kids, and after a few thousand years, Paul and Max joined the family tree. After a few more thousand years, Karen got pissed at the four immortals’ descendants and convinced some of them to join her side, forming the forces of evil.

“Smith?”

Smith Jr. turned around. His wife, Eula, was standing in the doorway. “What is it?”

“The system contacted me,” she said with her brow furrowed. “It asked me if I wanted to become a god.”

“You too?”

Eula blinked. “You received the message as well?” she asked. She glanced at the kitchen stove. Smith Jr. was still frying the eggs. Evidently, he thought making breakfast was more important than notifying her about possible godhood. Well, she supposed it was his devotion to cooking that made her fall for him in the first place. How could she get upset at him for something like that?

“Yup.” Smith Jr. nodded. “What do you think? Should we become gods?”

“Things have been a bit stagnant recently,” Eula said and sighed. “It wouldn’t be a bad idea to respond to the system. Shall we become gods then? I hope it doesn’t make us fight each other for the opportunity.”

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