Confused by Sami's changed personality, Jung neared the god, extending his hand.
"Give me," he said, waving his hands.
"You don't even know what I am talking about. Don't act like an asshole with me. I'm not your friend, kiddo."
"Here he goes," Ori said. "He is back."
"What's wrong with him? Why is he suddenly speaking that way?" Jung asked.
"It happens every time he is done with his work. The reason is unknown even to me, but his temperament flips the moment he creates something as if his entire concentration had been occupied before," the sage god explained.
"Can you stop blubbering about me when I am standing here?" Sami scolded, massaging his forehead, he ordered, "Come here before it's too late."
Jung closed the distance right away, appearing before the man.
"What is it? What are you plotting?" he asked with a hint of irony and interest.
Instead of answering, the creator god touched his own leg and applied pressure with his fingers.
