411 Perfectionist Deified Dog

"Wind-blowing skills or spells, whatever. It's your opportunity."

The white dog tried to talk some sense into him, "We know that you're incredible, you're a God amongst Dogs. However…times have changed. Blackie's the new Lord Dog now. It's your breakthrough that he's impressed by you."

The Deified Dog said arrogantly, "So what if he's the Lord Dog? I'm the Deified Dog. I don't need an opportunity like that!"

"Stop being foolish. Can you earn food by being the Deified Dog? Being the Deified Dog's better than dog food?" The white dog shook his head, his long dog hair swaying.

Then, it took out a plastic dog bowl and placed it on the ground. He took out some brown beans from beneath his thick hair and placed them in the dog bowl.

Then, it started to lick on it.

It started to chew on the dog food with enjoyment.

Crunch, crunch.

The crunchy sounds echoed throughout the mountain.