Chapter 1002: Funny, No?

More than 600 years ago, in the Domain of the Gods, Joao was busy blowing all of his treasure in creature fights in the Summoner's City. He had nothing better to do as he had been trapped in the upper plane for hundreds of thousands of years; like most gods, he was just wasting his immortality away until something entertaining actually happened — and perhaps his wish was granted to the point that it was too much.

A black-clad god visited the city and started laying waste to everyone, demanding that Randall resurrect the little mortal he was holding. Of course, Joao was the first to croak as the black-clad god seemed to have targeted him first because of his age; perhaps the most awkward thing about that was that considering every god in Summoner's City, he was probably one of the youngest ones.