"Hello sir, are you dining alone? What would you like to order?"

The waitress spoke in a soft whisper, her head lowered, her voice very gentle, but she didn't dare to meet the customer's gaze.

The guest sat quietly by the window, resting his chin on his hand, looking outside. He carried an indescribable aura. The refracted morning sunlight gently streamed in through the shop window, making the air seem silent.

Why hadn't she noticed him immediately? Was she too engrossed in discussing last night's events with her colleagues? The waitress's mind wandered, her thoughts chaotic.

After raising his eyes to observe the waitress for a moment, Gu Mo took the menu and casually ordered a few dishes, then turned back to the glass window, seemingly watching the commotion on the streets. However, he was actually staring at his own reflection, deep in thought.

The waitress returned quickly, but that didn't explain much—

Because perhaps it was him who reminded those young men and women, causing their exaggerated reactions to attract the attention of the waitress who had already noticed them, making her indirectly aware of his presence, which had triggered those reactions.

Then there were the previous two policemen who came to the room and knocked on the door. Gu Mo opened the door himself, so they wouldn't have felt anything was amiss or ignored his presence, as the door was opened directly by someone.

This was equivalent to Gu Mo giving a direct response, attracting attention.

Contemplating this, Gu Mo gazed at the corner where the awkward group of young people were now peeking at him cautiously. The girls had slightly flushed faces and evasive eyes, while the guys appeared confused.

Now they could all see him and were paying attention... But why had they ignored him earlier when he was sitting here? Saying they weren't careful enough doesn't hold water; there were too many people to overlook, especially the guy who had plopped down brazenly next to Gu Mo...

How could they be so blind not to see a living person right next to them?

As Gu Mo was lost in thought, the waitress reluctantly walked away, glancing back frequently. However, this was ultimately a public place, and the confusing allure of the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox's powers, although scientifically targeting the opposite sex, would not easily muddle one's mind.

The previous incident at the clothing store was just an exception. In a relatively cramped space with only two people, it provided an imagined possibility, as if the environment was encouraging and suggesting that possibility, making it easier for irrational impulses to override self-restraint.

However, in public places with others present, the environment and the presence of others provide constant reminders, and those affected tend to restrain themselves, avoiding rash actions.

This is a common phenomenon. Many impulsive, malignant events often occur because the venue is private, the space is hidden, allowing bad intentions to arise... It's not about blaming the environment entirely, but it's undeniable that environmental factors influence thoughts and actions significantly.

This is a pattern Gu Mo had discerned before, allowing him to live confidently in the big city.

Staying low-key, avoiding places with few people... Even if he was gradually becoming a Fox Elf, he would merely be a scenic view in others' eyes, without significant interaction.

"The qualifications for becoming a god in this world are so cheap..."

Watching the occasional farce outside, Gu Mo vaguely understood what was happening to him.

The world was teeming with gods, dragging their feet, with low lower limits and equally unremarkable upper limits. He vaguely recalled there seemed to be a Warring States Era military spy who, due to fear of posthumous vengeance and haunting, was worshipped and had a shrine built, ascending as a Calamity God.

There was also a modern search engine's anthropomorphic avatar, which, due to its popularity, ascended and became the god representing the concept of "search"...

Emmmm, it all seemed rather trivial.

Hence, Gu Mo naturally suspected that perhaps due to such reasons, after last night's limelight, the accumulated popularity and wish power had begun to propel his existence to ascend towards godhood under the rules of this dungeon world.

Judging by the commotion outside, he was currently making waves in this city—

"This world will be judged! The God of the Broken Throat will save us!"

"The apocalypse is coming, please spare some time to listen to the doctrines of the Throat-Breaker Cult, our great Heavenly Father and Savior—Lord Broken Throat..."

"People are born with sin, living to atone. We must bid farewell to the old era and welcome the new epoch bestowed by Lord Broken Throat!"

Gu Mo: "..."

——Damn... are these people really out of their minds? Can't they use some creativity and come up with a more imposing alias for me?

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