"Fine! Just call me the John, the War God Paragon!"
After speaking for a few hours with the various leaders of the human groups, John had finally reached his limit. They kept stressing over which Paragon he actually was, circling back to the question time after time until his patience finally exploded.
"War God Paragon?!! That's… There is already a Paragon with that name, right?!" Thomas, the man in his early thirties who had emerged as the primary spokesperson, asked in genuine confusion.
The look on Thomas's face made John come dangerously close to snapping. He could feel a vein throbbing in his temple. These people were obsessed with labels, clinging to the idea of him being a Paragon like a drowning man to a lead weight. He casually picked a name right on the spot to silence them, and yet it seemed there was actually someone with that title.
"Then call me the Death God Paragon…" John growled, clenching both fists, hoping this would put an end to this useless debate.
