Oh. Okay. That was. More than he expected to get in response, okay! "The Norse are, uh. European?" Shang Qinghua was never that good at geography. "Er. Does that make you a god? Or an immortal? I'm a cultivator, an immortal master. I'm, er. I'm originally from a world that had Canada in it, but I died there and was reborn into a... fictional different world, and I've lived there a lot longer." Shit, that's weird to say out loud. He's never tried to explain transmigration to someone before. He's only ever talked about it to Cucumber-bro, and he already knew.

He waits for the System to deduct ten thousand B points or initiate punishment mode or something. Nothing happens.

Casper god-son is very polite! Shang Qinghua flaps a hand at him.

"Ah, that must be an... interesting industry for someone with your heritage?"