"This isn't becoming a God; this is signing a death warrant." Han Feng clicked his tongue, but his heart sank.
'This trap was a bit deep.'
'Those two natives, the Thousand-Eyed Demon Moth and the Void Ghost Crab, certainly hadn't mentioned this catch.'
'But then again, those two were native creatures to begin with, and they've probably been around for quite some time.'
'This kind of patch, aimed at "New Gods" and "Foreigners," most likely didn't apply to them.'
'How awkward.'
'Originally, I just wanted to find a power bank for the base and have Ye Jinghong act as some free muscle on the side.'
'But in the end, I accidentally tricked the guy onto the road to the guillotine.'
"Are you sure you didn't misread that message?"
Han Feng asked tentatively, "Could it be that you're new to the position, unfamiliar with how things work, and mistook the 'novice protection period' for a 'death countdown'?"
Ye Jinghong shook his head, his expression solemn.
