Gods and the Man Who Wants to Kill Gods

He knew that deception was useless. The Giovanni family had already represented itself when they retreated from the battlefield, and the only one who could help the family in such a situation was himself. He loved his family, so in just one year he was able to climb the ranks of the people on an almost impossible path, starting from the lowest level of the council.

He doesn't have enough resources around him, and there are no people who put him in the eyes of the entire council. For him, this may indeed be an opportunity, and one of the few advantages of the ants is that when they are about to attack, none of the elephants will care.

When Rochester was still in infancy, when Luvier was still indulging in the sweetness of love, and a humanoid who was ten years older than them was already fighting for his family's honor, the Giovanni family was not like Rochester's family, Rochester's father and grandfather were all old military families in the actual sense.

The Giovanni family has only stepped into the limelight, so it can be squeezed into the position that belongs to the family. And after the end of the foreign war, the whole family can no longer gain benefits and attention from the war. In the days 400 years since the Third Star War, the already small family business and political legacy have been consumed.

Rochester's family may be qualified to care about the gains and losses to properly raise a good heir, but for Marati, he has already lost such an opportunity. Although the humanoids he works with are all trying to nibble on the family's vultures, he should also be aware of the possibility of being scratched by the edges when trying to grab food from cans.

Marati made every humanoid who came to open the cans scratch without exception, and even killed them from the infection. His tactics apparently angered not only some humanoids, but also quite a few humanoids. Some people are embarrassed, and some people are relieved. And the biggest backers were none other than the then head of parliament and the head of the royal family at that time.

The leader of the council has always been very deep, and no humanoid knows where he came from, no humanoid knows what his purpose is, not even the council he single-handedly established, but no humanoid knows how this humanoid came up with such a complete system.

Marati's greatest fear is the unknown, he was born in an era full of unknowns, trying to use the unknown times to stabilize his life and family, he has always adhered to the love for his family, they may not be perfect, but they must be their own family. It's not just blood, the word family is synonymous with Malatti, his fantasy of the world.

Of course, this is slightly known to humans, only the human race around him sometimes hears him confide a little unwillingness from his old mouthpiece in his old years, but unfortunately this sound is like a shriveled fruit that is not important to that human race.