Storm God Castle…
The Castle of the God of Storm stood tall and ominous against the backdrop of a dark sky. Occasionally, lightning danced across the swirling clouds above, illuminating the silver castle that pierced the heavens.
The castle, carved from dark stone and veined with shimmering blue runes, seemed to breathe with the pulse of the lightning. Inside, however, the atmosphere was pleasurable unlike outside storm.
The grand musical hall was filled with soft melodies, the sweet notes of flutes mingling with the rhythmic tapping of drums. Dozens of ethereal, curvy, half-naked dancing girls, draped in translucent silks, moved with the grace of flowing water.
Golden torches flickered along the marble pillars, casting gentle shadows that danced along with them.
At the head of the hall, the Storm God reclined lazily on his soft throne. His golden hair cascaded down his shoulders, reflecting the torchlight like liquid fire. He sipped from a goblet of celestial nectar, eyes half-lidded as he enjoyed the performance. There was no urgency in his gaze, no trace of worry on his immortal face.
He was tapping his thigh to the rhythmic music, occasionally, taking a peek at the curves of slender girls.
But everything changed in a flash.
Suddenly, a ripple of space tore through the air before him, and the music came to a screeching halt. Dancers froze mid-step, and the flames in the torches feared.
From the tear in space, a figure stepped forward – the War God, his crimson armor glowing faintly with divine power. His stern gaze swept across the room, settling directly on Storm God.
With the one look of war god, the storm god understood the seriousness of the sudden visit.
Storm God became serious, and waved his hand. “Leave us.”
The dancers bowed swiftly and disappeared like mist into the shadows of the hall. The torches dimmed, leaving only the flickering light around the two deities.
“How can you still enjoy it so easily after doing such a thing?” The war God asked with a serious look.
“Divine supreme, what are you talking about? Is something wrong?” The storm GOD asked with a questioning look.
“Why did you kill the Demon emperor?” The war God asked with a serious stare.
The strobe God smiled casually, and said, “I just did that to save Kent. Also, that broken God slayer relic isn’t enough to stop the demon emperor. So, I just secretly added a flick of my power into it.
But I never expected that human lady to finish off the demon emperor in the end. Anyway, What’s the problem now? The Demon is always our target, right?” The storm God asked casually.
“I can’t understand how simple you are saying this. But what you did, changed the entire fate of the nine realms below. A new Demon emperor appeared and he is churning the Abyssal mountain now. But out of all things, you changed the fate of Kent.” The war god spoke in a serious tone.
“How did I changed Kent’s fate?!” Storm God asked with a confused look.
“Actually, Kent now went inside the shrine of eternal Sands.” The war God said in an irritating tone.
“What are you saying? Even we failed to enter inside that shrine. How did he do it?
Also, what’s the point of churning the Abyssal mountain? Previously, all the Demons failed to get the essence out of it. This new childish Demon Emperor will also meet the same fate.” The storm God said casually.
“The problem is not the abyssal mountain or the new Demon emperor. It was Kent. He shouldn’t have entered inside that shrine. But due to changed fate, he went inside. Because of it, now his entire fate changed.” The War, God said in frustration. Enjoy new adventures at My Virtual Library Empire
“What are you talking about? How can someone’s fate change so simply?” the war God asked.
“That’s the problem. Yesterday, the old god of fate appeared in my dream. He said that the fate of 9 realms changed because of your killing action of the Demon emperor. The main reason for it is, Kent changed. Because Kent changed, several things changed. Now, even fate god doesn’t know what’s going to happen in the future.” The war God said.
“How can that be? The fate god knows everything. He holds the future and past of everyone in the 9 realms. How can everything change all of a sudden?” The storm god asked with a serious look.
“This actually happened for the first time. So, no one knows how this happened or where it will lead to. But one thing is confirmed. Now, Kent holds the fate of everyone. Including mine. My chance of becoming the old God is now in the hands of Kent. Only he can handle the calamity of 9 realms. So, from now on, we must act according to the wishes of Kent.” The war God said.
“I can’t understand this. I am really foolish to kill that bastard Demon emperor. Divine supreme, now tell me what can I do? This all happened because of me. Please give me a chance of redemption.” The storm God asked in a begging tone.
“Actually, the fate god sent a chance of redemption. If Kent accepts the Demi-god position and becomes the God of pleasure, the fate with alter and situation will come under our control.
So find Kent now. From now on, we can’t use divine energy to track Kent. So, use your source to find his location. And grant him the position of Demi God as soon as possible.” The war god declared in a serious tone.
Storm God stared at him in disbelief. “Kent… a demi-god? Now? But he still needs to reach the half-sovereign stage, War God. Do you think it’s possible?”
“We don’t have a choice,” War God said firmly. “The longer we wait, the greater the chaos becomes. You will find him, Storm God. And you will offer him the position.”
Storm God lowered his head, his golden hair falling over his face like a curtain. “I caused this mess… I’ll fix it.”
War God’s gaze softened, but his voice remained stern. “Use your mortal contacts. Use spies, emissaries, whatever it takes.”
Storm God nodded slowly. “I’ll find Kent. And I’ll make sure he accepts. I swear it.”
Lightning flashed again, illuminating Storm God’s face as he stepped out onto the balcony overlooking the storm-ravaged sky. Below, the castle grounds stretched endlessly, with battalions of storm beasts and wind spirits patrolling the perimeter.
Storm God raised his hand, and a bolt of lightning spiraled down from the heavens, striking the earth before him. From the crackling light, a tall figure emerged – a storm knight, clad in armor made of clouds and silver.
“Summon every scout we have. Spread the word across the spirit world. We need to find Kent – and quickly. You go to the desolate desert.”
The storm knight bowed deeply. “It shall be done, my lord.”
As the knight vanished, Storm God clenched the balcony railing, watching the storm swirl endlessly above the horizon.
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