Blizzard City is just an ordinary city in the Divine Realm, yet it buzzes with activity and prosperity.
Within the city, Mortal Deity, Guardian Deity, and Elemental Deity levels are commonly seen.
Additionally, one occasionally encounters Shapeshifters lords with beastly heads and human bodies, as well as demons.
Surprisingly, these diverse races coexist peacefully within the same city.
William noticed that hundreds of mountains float thousands of feet above the city, where the city lord’s mansion and some of the city’s stronger inhabitants reside.
In Blizzard City, guards patrol periodically, though these guards generally do not possess very high levels of strength, with the leaders being only at the Guardian Deity level.
The identity token William previously used was self-made, and he adjusted his aura to appear as that of a Mortal Deity level. Anyone above the Mortal Deity level could perceive his strength.
He didn’t want to draw too much attention,being at the Mortal Deity level was somewhat considered lower-tier in this city.
Such a power level wouldn’t attract too much attention, and he believed the guards at the gate would inform the city lord about his identity as a disciple of Poseidon, thus he should be “safe” within the city.
William always believed that to understand a city, one should start with its cuisine.
Therefore, he headed straight to a restaurant named Heaven’s Feast.
Along the way, William learned that transactions in the city are conducted using energy-storing crystals as currency.
These crystals are standardized in size and bear magical inscriptions to ensure the energy doesn’t dissipate until absorbed.
Both gods and Shapeshifters, before reaching the Nature Deity realm, rely on absorbing energy to enhance their strength, making these crystals a solid currency in the Divine Realm.
How solid?
Certainly, more solid than gold.
William’s spatial storage ring contains many such energy-filled crystals, collected over countless years.
The interior design of Heaven’s Feast is exquisite, yet the patrons inside seem subdued. In such a large restaurant, no one is talking.
William glanced inside,all these folks are just sitting there, not ordering food?
Odd indeed!
This piqued William’s interest even more.
He enjoys peculiar situations, especially now that he ostensibly carries the identity of Poseidon’s disciple. Wouldn’t this bring him fame?
After entering the restaurant, no waiter greeted him with the usual welcome, nor did anyone come over to serve him…
With no one attending to him, William just picked a table at random, sat down, and knocked on the table, calling out, “Waiter, I’d like to order.”
Upon hearing this, the Shapeshifter girl in disguise at his table frowned.
The other deities and Shapeshifter lords in the restaurant all turned their gaze towards William.
Many gods began telepathically whispering to each other.
“Does this kid have a problem in his head?”
“He seems seriously ill.”
“A Mortal Deity sitting at Drakaina’s table? Does he have a death wish?”
…
The waiters didn’t move,they were all at the Guardian Deity level and didn’t bother with William.
With the restaurant filled with powerful figures today, who actually came here to enjoy the food?
“Scram!”
The female Shapeshifter sitting across from William coldly hissed, sending a surge of formidable energy towards him.
William didn’t move an inch from his spot.
The female Shapeshifter before him, with her left eye flashing red sparks and her right eye swirling with azure light, was a descendant of the ancient Shapeshifter lord Hydra. Her lineage was pure, and she had already grown five heads, known as Drakaina.
Today, she represented the Shapeshifter race in Blizzard City, aiming to claim the relics of an ancient dragon.
“And if I don’t scram?” William took out a crystal that flickered with red light and placed it on the table, then shouted again at the waiter, “Waiter, bring the menu.”
“…”
Drakaina was momentarily at a loss for words.
Normally, someone of Mortal Deity strength level facing her wrath would have died instantly.
In her eyes, William might have been sent by the city lord of Blizzard City to provoke her, aiming to ignite a battle.
Now a Shapeshifter lord with Nature Deity level strength, she commanded a hundred Shapeshifter warriors ready to strike. If Blizzard City was provoking her, she had no intention of backing down.
But what was the deal with this Mortal Deity level individual before her?
The onlooking crowd was also stunned.
The energy Drakaina had emitted was undeniably strong.
Had she held back?
Did she restrain herself?
“Curious why I’m unharmed?” William winked at Drakaina.
“Why… Why?” After asking, Drakaina felt a bit foolish and, infuriated with embarrassment, shouted, “I don’t care why! If you don’t want to die, scram now!”
Why unharmed?
Is he insane?
William took out his forged identity plaque and placed it on the table.
Above the table, his identity information was projected.
“Disciple of Poseidon?” Drakaina’s eyes widened.
The surrounding gods, Shapeshifter lords, and demons all scrutinized William without blinking.
Unperturbed, William said, “Yes, that’s right. But I see everyone here seems to be busy with something. I’m just passing by for a meal. You do your thing, I’ll eat my meal; that doesn’t interfere, right?”
Now was the time to test if the name of Poseidon held any weight in the Divine Realm.
After all, he is a high-ranking god king; he should have some clout here.
Many in the room took a deep breath.
Olympus’s god Poseidon is getting involved too?
It seems the relics of the ancient dragon are indeed real.
It’s just unclear what kind of elites Olympus has sent this time.
Drakaina sized William up and down: “A Mortal Deity level disciple? Would a high-ranking god king like Poseidon take you as his disciple?”
The information on the plaque was quite clear: Disciple of Poseidon, William. .
What did that mean?
Killing him would directly enrage Poseidon himself!
William chuckled, “If you don’t believe me, why not kill me?”
Drakaina was so angry she was practically grinding her teeth. She really wanted to kill this guy.
But considering what had happened earlier, this William likely had some kind of magical artifact for protection. It was for this reason she was convinced that the man before her could indeed be a disciple of Poseidon.
Killing him and offending Poseidon would be a huge loss.
“Why did you choose to sit at my table then?” Drakaina’s frown deepened. She didn’t believe for a second that this disciple of Poseidon was here just for a simple meal.
William glanced over the other tables and said, “Aren’t all the other tables full? Do you think I wanted to sit with you? If you’re not happy, you can go sit at another table. I don’t like forcing others to switch tables.”
Drakaina was fuming.
If the person before her had been one of Olympus’s mighty, she would have naturally backed down.
But this guy was only ranked as a Mortal Deity, merely flaunting his status as a disciple of Poseidon with such arrogance.
Hiding behind someone’s back!
Drakaina wished she could punch William, but she had to restrain herself!
Hold back!
She must hold back!
William looked at the little shapeshifter before him, wanting to take him down yet not daring to make a move, and felt genuinely pleased.
It seemed the order within the city was still very good. The Divine Realm was not a place ruled purely by fistfights.
Updated from 𝑖𝘳.𝒸ℴ𝑚