No one would have expected the battle among four high-ranking gods to resemble a brawl of street thugs, with each punch landing flesh to flesh.
This is why Forseti watched intently as the gods fought, covered in mud, hoping to learn some divine techniques from these high-ranking gods, as Lord William had suggested.
But how should he learn?
Could it be that all the combat skills and secret techniques he had learned over the years were false?
Could it be that to become the leader of the Ultimate Force Alliance, to become a high-ranking god, he should discard all spells and not use any artifacts, and fight in the most primitive way?
The more Forseti watched, the deeper his frown became.
It’s entirely possible!!
Otherwise, why would Lord William want him to learn from the combat of these four high-ranking gods?
While Forseti was absorbed in learning, William picked up another roasted wing and started eating.
It must be said, deserving of being Forseti’s wing, the taste was indeed exceptional. Just a simple roasting brought out a chewiness unmatched by ordinary birds.
Given Forseti’s young age, essentially just reaching adulthood, the meat was also quite tender.
The wing even had a subtle seafood flavor, naturally delicious, simply too wonderful.
William considered himself a reasonable person; eating Forseti’s wing in front of him was something he probably wouldn’t do.
So, giving him half a watermelon to let him seriously study the fight between the four high-ranking gods was his approach.
Indeed, young Forseti was utterly fascinated.
This diligent spirit of learning was commendable.
William, gnawing on the wing, nodded in approval as he looked at Forseti.
So, what genius? A genius is just someone who spends the time others use to eat grilled wings on learning.
Clearly, Forseti was that genius.
“How long do you think they’ll keep fighting?” William, sitting next to Prometheus, quietly asked.
Prometheus hadn’t eaten for who knows how many years, and the roasted wing William had given him was already finished. Hearing William’s comment, he didn’t respond but gave William a knowing smile and picked up a large spoon from the table to start scooping food from the Celestial Furnace.
William’s smile widened at this knowing look, that wise glint in his eyes. He was certain Prometheus had fully regained his memory and his wits were sharp again.
What did it matter to Prometheus how long Odin and the others fought?
Wouldn’t they have to come over for a meal after they finished fighting anyway?
Prometheus didn’t have a high opinion of them, even harboring a bit of hostility. So, of course, the plan was to enjoy the feast while they were still brawling.
Why share with them?
Odin was beaten and covered in wounds by the three high-ranking god-kings of Olympus, but the three high-ranking god-kings of Olympus also took hits from his fists and feet. All in all, merely not being beaten to death was hardly a good outcome for anyone.
They had never fought like this before,the first time they did, it was somewhat exciting.
“Mr. Johnson asked you to change how you address him. Do you now know what to call him?” Hera also made the reason for beating Odin very clear. Since the beating had already happened, it was necessary to make Odin understand why he was beaten.
Odin still doesn’t understand how exactly he managed to offend the three high-ranking god-kings of Olympus.
Although they are not from the same camp and have a non-aggression agreement, usually greeting each other cordially on the rare occasions they meet, why does it seem like they all went mad today?
“What I call him is none of your business,” retorted Odin, who was used to roughing it out. Given their way of fighting, it was unlikely they’d kill him, so he bravely continued to trade blow for blow.
The injuries sustained would heal quickly since they were just suppressed in power by William, not in their inherent physical strength, so…
This battle was destined to drag on!
William pulled out cola and beer brought from Earth, telling Prometheus, “These were made by humans nowadays.”
After consuming a fair amount of food but still not fully satisfied, Prometheus drank a bottle of cola and downed a large glass of beer, excitedly asking, “Where are humans now?”
William took out his phone, opened a video, and after Prometheus watched it, he solemnly said, “Humans nowadays seem to be living well.”
“What you see now is the deity of witchcraft from Divine Realm going to Prime World, spreading witchcraft among humans to help them have better physiques and guiding those who are lost.”
“They seek the power of believers’ faith, what about you?” William looked at Prometheus.
There’s no such thing as free help, and the deity of witchcraft wouldn’t help humans without reason. If not for the power of human faith, Moros and the others probably wouldn’t be so kind to humanity.
Maybe!
As Prometheus said, high-ranking gods are no longer considered human. When one’s power reaches a certain level, humans appear no different from ants and livestock in their eyes.
Or perhaps, having grown strong through the faith of humans, they’ve gotten used to helping humans. This habit, for humans, can also be considered a good thing.
Prometheus, known as the benefactor of civilization, had almost all human faith concentrated on him before his downfall.
After his death, gods reborn in Divine Realm formed various factions, spreading their ideologies through soul reincarnation or finding human agents, competing for the faith of humans.
How many people remember Prometheus today?
Even if people worldwide know of Prometheus’s deeds, it hardly constitutes faith.
Hearing William’s words, Prometheus grinned and said, “As long as humans are doing well, that’s enough for me.”
The video William showed him featured witchcraft thriving on Earth, and the number of followers of various religions gradually increasing.
During William’s absence from Earth, numerous deities from parallel dimensions descended on Earth, and evidently, they ended up disastrously, some even losing their lives.
Just like the group of angels who foolishly attempted to invade Earth, they were nothing but dust before Poseidon.
Now, Earth has many powerful deities. Going from Divine Realm to Earth isn’t challenging for the truly powerful beings, unlike before, when crossing dimensions was necessary, and high-
ranking gods and Absolute Deities worried their presence might destabilize Earth.
Times have changed!
William then asked, “Do you want to return to Earth?”
“Earth?” Prometheus looked at William, puzzled.
William smiled and explained, “That’s what humans now call their world.”
Prometheus’s eyes sparkled as he nodded vigorously.
William further inquired, “What do you plan to do once you’re there?”
“I’ll just watch as an ordinary person,” Prometheus said. “Don’t worry, I won’t compete with them for the power of faith.”
William thought for a moment and suggested, “Maybe you could write a novel once you’re back?”
“Huh?” Prometheus was bombarded with too many new terms.
William continued with a smile, “A novel is a story. I’ve even thought of a title for you, ‘Prometheus Returns to Live as an Ordinary Person.'”
The modern-style title only added to Prometheus’s confusion.
The wisdom-filled eyes of Prometheus were clouded with bewilderment.
By this time, they had almost finished eating the hot pot. William cleaned up the area, packed away the Celestial Furnace, and then called out towards Odin’s direction, “Haven’t you finished fighting yet? We’re leaving now.”
At that moment, Poseidon was holding one of Odin’s arms between his legs.
Zeus was hesitating whether to resort to the disgraceful tactic of grabbing Odin’s “balls.”
Hera was pondering what respectful title Odin should use to address Mr. Johnson.
If calling him William directly was inappropriate, what should Odin refer to him as? 𝑖𝘦.𝑐𝘰𝘮
Mr. Johnson?
It seemed not humble enough…
When William shouted this, four pairs of eyes turned towards him.
The Celestial Furnace that had been boiling the hot pot, sending delicious aromas into the air, was gone. Even the tables and chairs had been neatly packed away, leaving only the cool breeze blowing through the desolate space…
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