"It's a miracle he's survived this long," Truman quipped.
"He… was born this way," Sasrir said helplessly, exhausted as the deputy lord of this divine kingdom.
"Hello, I'm Leodero." Surprisingly, the enraged Leodero was the first to calm down, suppressing his anger to introduce himself.
"Hello, distant guest, I'm Aucuses."
A man in a white robe approached, beaming with vitality, his short golden hair gleaming in the sunlight.
He felt strikingly similar to the Ancient Sun God.
"You've met all the angels under the Sun's throne," Sasrir said, introducing Truman to them.
"They're not weaker than ancient gods."
Not weaker than a single ancient god, certainly, but the ancient god alliance was something even the Ancient Sun God approached cautiously.
Moreover, the ancient gods whose authorities he sought to reclaim belonged to two opposing camps. Without dividing them, facing six at once would be overwhelming.
Truman was here to push that agenda.
The two continued touring the Sun God's divine kingdom, with the three angels watching from afar.
"Why does he feel so weak?" Medici wondered. "Yet I don't dare act against him, or even provoke him—feels like trouble."
"You two, who's up for challenging him?" Medici goaded the others.
"I'm not a fool," Leodero snorted, refusing the bait.
"Really? How'd I miss that?" Medici's taunt nearly set Leodero off again.
"We might be facing a war," Aucuses said, his smile fading, tone heavy.
"That's perfect!" Medici raised an eyebrow. With an army's support, he thrived in war.
"This place…" Truman marveled at a city several times grander than Silver City, its architecture millennia ahead of its time.
Greek colonnades, Byzantine domes, Gothic spires—styles lost to time were reborn here.
"Beyonders as builders—what a signature move," Truman chuckled.
Materials and low-sequence beyonder were plentiful here. A simple selection process granted potions.
For this era, and even later ones, this was a true paradise.
"This is the future," Truman concluded.
The Ancient Sun God's rise to Third Epoch Creator was evident here.
"Why is the vampire ancestor called Lilith?" After touring the grand city, Truman asked Sasrir.
"Humanoid ancient gods all originate from humans," Sasrir replied.
Truman nodded lightly.
"But Lilith maintains her humanity well, the only one worth cooperating with."
Sasrir approved of Truman and the Goddess's choice of ally.
"I've received word: the demon wolf clan has marched on the Giant King's Court."
The Goddess stirred trouble that quickly? Truman was surprised.
"It's tied to the commotion you caused in Silver City."
The Chaos Sea's aura awakened the demon wolf occupying the Fool pathway from slumber, its location heightening its alertness.
Demon wolves and giants were mortal enemies, constantly craving each other's destruction. The wolves' madness, once ignited, was unstoppable.
"This has drawn all ancient gods' eyes to the Giant King's Court."
"…Then I'll have to laugh twice!" Truman shook his head, chuckling.
Likely, as Truman met the Ancient Sun God, the chaos from the Sea of Chaos's ripple began.
In the Annihilation Demonic Wolf's divine kingdom, within a rugged yet serene temple, a figure took shape.
Amanises, Goddess of Misfortune, opened her eyes, emerging from secrecy. Her face was impassive, a suppressed madness flickering within.
She stepped out of the rugged temple, gazing at a vast primeval forest and a towering, cloud-piercing mountain range.
In the distance, terrifying behemoths writhed, their wolf howls shaking the earth.
The Goddess walked silently toward the mountain's peak, as if on a pilgrimage, devoutly.
"Woo!" A wolf's howl echoed from the mountain, brimming with unmasked malice.
Amanysis, unfazed, faced the massive demon wolf blocking her path.
The wolf was terrifying, a mountain in itself, covered in dark fur, its eight legs robust, black eyes glaring maliciously.
"I challenge you! The throne of Misfortune belongs to the great Gozlat!"
The wolf spoke, its body shimmering with eerie light—deepest darkness, spreading secrecy and fear, symbolizing silent annihilation.
Amanises glanced behind it, where other wolves lurked. Any sign of weakness, and they'd devour her.
A mad ancient god might need a misfortune subordinate, but cared little who filled the role.
This was just another day for Amanises.
These wolves couldn't be killed—annoying pests.
Used to such challenges, Amanysis glanced at the walking characteristics, stepping past.
"Roar!" The eight-legged wolf bellowed, darkness laced with fear and secrecy flooding out.
But Amanises merely stepped forward, turning into a pencil sketch erased by an eraser, reappearing at the peak.
Her powers of secrecy and misfortune were formidable. The Sequence 2 or 3 eight-legged wolves couldn't even see her back, though they were bothersome…
"Amanises."
Another wolf approached, different, lacking the terrifying aura. Elegant, with crystalline spirit worms burrowing in and out.
"Antigonus." The Goddess nodded. Soon, another wolf arrived, similar to Antigonus, its black pupils dominating its eyes, a white tuft on its forehead.
The "God of Wish," Dark Demon Wolf Kotar.
Hmph! Antigonus glanced at Kotar with disdain, walking on.
Ahead stood a half-human, half-beast divine being, covered in black-and-white feathers, its head birdlike, pale skin etched with eerie symbols, exuding death's aura.
The God of the Dead, Salinger.
(End of Chapter)
Do you know:
My puppy Antigonus have a crush on this Amanises.