Color drains from Andrew's face as Joddy pulled him away. The joy of knowing Iwanma is dead dissipates as soon as Pink Anne appears, dragging a huge olive green rocket launcher with her. Instead, a barrage of questions now flooded his head.

From where did she even get a rocket launcher? I don't think Sotvana has as strict firearm rules as the claim. And how can a girl like her carry something that weighs like a ton? Just how strong is she?

Pink Anne gets on her knees and place the barrel of the rocket launcher on her shoulder. "Andrew~" She hums. "Don't say I didn't warn you!"

Joddy stopped on his track. "This girl is mad," he grunted. "I don't think running away will save us from a rocket."

"Yeah, you don't say," said Andrew.

"Guess I'll have to intervene," Joddy said. "You go hide in a corner."

Andrew furrowed his brows, but did as told anyway. He's a god. He can probably make something work.

Joddy Ferdinand turned his back to Andrew, facing Anne on the other end of the street. His chest lifted up fearlessly, hands propping around his hips as his head raised to the sky. He took off his police uniform, exposing his undershirt and hunks of rocklike biceps. "Give me your best shot," he said, and Andrew was sure that the man was smirking.

Peeking out from the corner, Andrew was in awe of Joddy's bravery and heroism. The sun streaked through his auburn hair, basking its glory on his glowing skin. At that moment, he was indeed a god among men.

Then, Joddy started doing squat jumps. "Left leg, right leg, left leg, right leg. I AM FOCUSED. I AM FOCUSED. I AM FOCUSED. I HAVE THE HEART OF A LION. THE STRENGTH OF TEN & THE BLEEDING DESIRE OF A THOUSAND MEN." He huffed as he switched to jumping jacks, burpees, then jogging in place.

Andrew's jaw dropped. I know cardio is probably good for you, but not rocket-destroying kind of good!

He jumped a few rounds, did a few one-handed push up, growling as he sped up. "No one can tell me what I can or can’t do! I decide what is possible for me. I decide what path I will choose."

Even Anne was dumbfounded. She stared at the man doing push up for a few solid seconds with a look of shock and disgust. Then, she gritted her teeth. "No more games. You're dead meat, gym dude."

Joddy resumed his initial stance. Anne fired her rocket.

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The policeman lowered his body focus, his hands swinging wildly as he shouted, "Oh, I will survive. Oh, as long as I know how to love, I know I'll stay alive. I will survive!"

And a portal opened right before his face. The rocket lunged itself inside a portal and disappeared.

"What the fuck?" Andrew and Anne exclaimed in unison.

Another portal opened right in front of Pink Anne, and the rocket shot out of there. The rocket thumped on her stomach and dragged her to a nearby building before exploding with a bang. Black smoke fumed from the hole the rocket just punched on the walls, and Anne was nowhere to be seen.

"Is she dead?" Andrew's lips quivered as he asked.

"She's the main antagonist. She can't die that easily." Joddy replied. He held out his hand and pulled Andrew up.

"What the hell did you do earlier?"

"Nothing much. I just warped reality by dragging the very fabric of space-time in its vicinity around with it, stretching it to infinity to create a two-way wormhole through another dimension by condensing ridiculous mass into one-ten-thousandth the diameter of a proton."

"You can do that? Why the hell didn't you do it in the first place?"

"Foolish mortal." Joddy snorted. "Every action consumes an unsustainable amount of energy. If I keep making portals, it won't be good for myself but also for the balance of the planet."

"You gods and your dumb balance talks."

"Now let's get you to the airport. We can still catch the last flight of the day."

When they arrived at the airport, there was only one flight back to Canada. Andrew kept glancing back and forth as they did their exit procedures, afraid that Pink Anne would suddenly appear in a corner with a grenade in hand. However, until they got to the airplane, his crazy ex was still nowhere in sight.

"There won't be any flights coming in until morning. We're safe for now." Andrew slumped to his seat and heaved a reassuring sigh.

Joddy patted on his shoulder. "You can't run away from her forever. It will soon be time to face the consequences of your undoing."

"I don't even know what I did wrong apart from saving this cursed world, but okay."

When the flight stewardess was reminding passengers of the rules on the plane, Joddy took the menu from his seat pocket, turned to the main course section and showed it to Andrew. "So which one of these dishes is Canada again?"

"You don't know about Canada? I thought you're God?"

"I don't need to know that. I'm the God of Dimensions, not the God of Culinary."

"Canada is a country."

"Oh. Let me check. . ." Joddy pulled out his phone and clicked a few buttons. "Don't worry, I've found a brochure online. It has all the information I need to blend in. We'll become locals in a week."

"Okay."

Joddy scrolled through his phone before stopping. "Wow. Check out this fact #5. It'll blow your mind. Make sure to not eat your house just because they're made out of poutine and maple syrup."

"Wait, what?" Andrew exclaimed. "Houses in Canada aren't made of poutine."

"Yes they are. It says so right in this post."

"Which site did you get that from? The Internet isn't a trustworthy source of information."

"I know my sources. I got this from Faceebook, the most credible source of all. Hey, did you know that snake oil can cure the tumor in your birdbrain?"

"I know for a fact that that's not true. Both the poutine thing and the snake oil thing."

"How do you know? Have you fact-checked with other Faceebookers?"

"I lived in Canada."

"Sorry, but that's confirmation bias. Just because you lived in Canada doesn't mean you know that your house isn't made of poutine." Joddy shook his head. "Gullible kids these days. You need to learn a bit of healthy skepticism from a well-seasoned cop such as myself."

"I. . . argh, whatever. Go there and see for yourself." Andrew exhaled.

The plane shook like a mad cow as it took off, leaving Sotvana behind. Looking out the window at the buildings getting smaller, Andrew felt a bolt of relief knowing he would never have to live in this forsaken country again.