After defeating the three hoodlums, Gul intended to leave.

Despite encountering three individuals, Gul managed to procure a mere twelve dollars and eight cents from their pockets. It was pitifully scant.

Nevertheless, Gul pocketed the money without leaving a cent for the three hoodlums. It wasn't out of greed or necessity—Gul now had ample funds to last him comfortably until adulthood, thanks to compensations from Stark and insurance companies.

Gul’s actions were driven by a desire for retribution against the type of petty bullies who had tormented him in the past. Now that he had the chance to fight back, Gul seized it, even though he wasn't the original Gul but inherited his memories.

Call it petty or vengeful, but Gul found satisfaction in his actions.

With his modest spoils, Gul left the alleyway, feeling considerably better. However, he still needed to find The Little Evil God. The thought of her soured his improved mood.

When Gul finally located The Little Evil God, she was being loudly questioned by a convenience store owner. The owner was over six feet tall, while The Little Evil God was barely five feet, looking exceedingly petite. With the owner's hefty build, it almost seemed like he might engulf her.

Seeing this, Gul quickly rushed over.

"The Little Evil God, why did you come here? And what have you done?" Gul shouted even before reaching them, worried about what trouble she might have caused.

"This fat man won’t let me eat. It’s outrageous! I need to teach him a lesson so he knows the consequences of angering a demon," The Little Evil God yelled back, trying to appear menacing. However, her cute face made her look more like a mischievous child.

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"Kid, do you know this girl?" The store owner, relieved to see Gul, asked.

The owner wasn’t a bad person; he wouldn't harm a girl who looked sixteen or seventeen. But The Little Evil God was causing chaos, eating items without paying. The owner had tried to make her pay, but she responded with threats, leaving him exasperated and considering calling the police.

"Sorry, she's my sister. She has some mental issues, please don’t mind her," Gul hastily explained.

"Your sister? Kid, you look younger than her," the owner said, glancing between Gul and The Little Evil God.

"Well, you see, sometimes people develop unusually. For instance, her body grew too fast, taking nutrients needed for brain development, so she has some mental challenges," Gul explained.

"Oh, I get it. She’s all brawn, no brains, and you’re the opposite," the owner chuckled, finding humor in Gul’s explanation.

"Actually, my development is perfectly normal. She’s the exception. Stop eating those buns!" Gul scolded as he noticed The Little Evil God stuffing another bun into her mouth.

"That's the third one. Kid, your sister isn’t starving at home, is she? Child abuse is a serious matter," the owner said, eyeing Gul with suspicion.

"No, not at all. She just has a large appetite because she’s growing fast. Despite looking sixteen, she’s only twelve. Her rapid growth demands more food. Look, she’s perfectly healthy, not malnourished," Gul quickly reassured, trying to avoid further complications.

"Alright, she does look healthy. But eating without paying is unacceptable. Maybe you should call your parents. Do you know their number?" the owner suggested, pulling out his phone.

"No, that's unnecessary. I have enough money with me. The Little Evil God, come here!" Gul called out, trying to maintain control.

"Why? What’s this?" The Little Evil God noticed something else and moved towards it.

Bang!

Gul’s fist landed on her head with a loud thud, making even the store owner wince in sympathy.

"Ouch! Gul, you hit me again! Die!" The Little Evil God shouted, launching a "Flying Kick" at Gul.

Gul sidestepped her attack and punched her in the stomach, folding her over.

The store owner instinctively covered his own stomach, wincing at the sight.

Dragging The Little Evil God by the collar, Gul approached the owner, who took a step back, intimidated by Gul’s apparent violence.

"How much for three buns?"

"Uh, five dollars will do."

"Here’s five dollars. Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Gul, still dragging The Little Evil God, exited the store, leaving the owner staring in bewilderment.