"The Little Evil God."

"But I don't have any money," The Little Evil God replied with unusual frankness.

Hearing this, Gul was at a loss for words. Finally, he said, "Anyway, you troublemaker, try to stay indoors when there's nothing urgent. When you need to go out, I'll give you some pocket money."

"You're giving me money? Great! Give it to me now! Heh heh heh, Gul, this is more like it. Remember, I am a demon summoned by you. You should provide for me lavishly every day, offering me delicious food, drinks, fun activities, and money. All of it should be presented to me," The Little Evil God said, hands on her hips, looking smug.

"Provide for you? Ha," Gul replied with a dry, expressionless laugh.

"Money, give me money, hurry up," The Little Evil God demanded, stretching out her small white hand towards Gul.

Gul didn't know how to feel at this moment. Giving her money felt awkward, but not giving her money would lead to more trouble, like today’s incident at the convenience store. At least if she had money, she wouldn't eat and take things without paying.

"Hurry up, give me money! I want to eat something good, go to the amusement park, and ride roller coasters," The Little Evil God shouted as Gul hesitated.

"From now on, if you want to go out or do something, let me know first. It would be best if I go with you," Gul said, worried about what trouble The Little Evil God might cause on her own. Without any identification, she might get into serious trouble, and Gul definitely didn't want that.

"Tch, I'm not a child," The Little Evil God pouted.

"I wish you were a child," Gul muttered, rolling his eyes.

"By the way, that bald guy gave me this," The Little Evil God said, taking out some items.

"Bald guy? You mean the Ancient One. Show some respect. They gave you tools so you could walk among humans. What’s this? A driver's license and ID?" Gul was astonished as he looked at the documents. With these, The Little Evil God now had a legitimate identity in this world.

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Gul couldn't help but admire the Ancient One's thoroughness. Not only had they provided tools to disguise The Little Evil God as a human, but they also arranged a genuine identity for her. Now, The Little Evil God could live normally on Earth.

"Tch, as if I care. That bald guy slashed and burned me multiple times. If I get the chance, I will exact my revenge. I’ll kick them until they beg for mercy at my feet," The Little Evil God said, imagining the Ancient One kneeling before her.

"Except for your immortality, you're just a punching bag to the Ancient One. Where do you get the confidence to think you can make them beg?" Gul mocked.

"Hmph, that was only because I hadn't regained my full power. Just wait, when my powers are restored, I will beat the Ancient One, and you too, Gul. You've hit me more than once. I will make you both kneel at my feet," The Little Evil God retorted fiercely.

"Is that so?" Gul said, smirking.

"Of course! Mere humans—uh, I was joking. Don't hit me," The Little Evil God said, panicking.

Thud! The baseball bat landed on her head again.

"I don't know why, but I've become more violent lately. I feel like hitting people all the time. Oh well, it’s not me who suffers," Gul thought, tossing the bat aside.

As Gul turned to leave, he felt a pair of hands tightly gripping his leg. Looking down, he saw The Little Evil God clutching his calf.

"The Little Evil God, what now?" Gul asked, exasperated.

"You said you'd give me money."

"You didn't forget that, did you?" Gul rolled his eyes and searched his pockets. He had $7.08 left from the money he took from the thugs and after paying the convenience store owner.

"Here, take it all."

Swoosh! The Little Evil God snatched the money from his hand. "Heh heh heh, I have money! I’m going to eat burgers, pizzas, donuts, and go to the amusement park."

Hearing this, Gul twitched. The money he gave her wouldn't last long. But he didn’t want to give her too much, considering she had no concept of spending it wisely.

Realizing she had been cooped up for over half a month, Gul decided to take her out: "Alright, let’s go to the amusement park."

"Yay, awesome! Gul, I suddenly think you’re a good person. When you die, I’ll take you to Hell and protect you," The Little Evil God said joyfully.

"Forget it. You can go to Hell by yourself," Gul retorted, rejecting her offer.

Taking The Little Evil God outside, Gul realized she was like a wild horse off its reins. He had to keep a close eye on her to prevent any mishaps.

"Wow, what's this? Looks delicious. Mmm, so sweet! Heh heh."

"The Little Evil God, stop! Don’t steal a kid's lollipop. Sorry, sorry, she has a mental issue. Here’s money, I’ll buy the lollipop."

"Wow, this looks fun. I want to play. Yay, this is so much fun!"

"Stop, don't take other people's skateboard."

"Wow, is this a burger? It’s so good!"

"Damn it, stop eating. Sorry, here's money."

Throughout the walk, The Little Evil God's antics gave Gul a headache. Even though his iron fists repeatedly landed on her head, she never seemed to learn. Gul wished he could put her on a leash.