Like he said, his charm would be unrivaled below the Gods. Unfortunately, that was, if these things called otherworlders did not exist. Their existence were like half-True Gods, and their charm was also top notch.
They had charm, Providence and only lacked Faith and a limitless potential. But just because their potential was limited did not an they could not beco stronger. They could also beco God-level mortals.
They could grow through faith. Sothing Gods can give mortals, a thing he learnt of after arriving at the Divine Realm. He felt like True Gods were not special anymore, as even others could do what they do best now.
"If I ca here for free, then when would you finish paying up your debt? Plus, we both win this way. We both get what we want." She said cheekily as she pulled him into one of the rooms upstairs.
Givens and her had a secret relationship. She was the Hero King of Lust, and he was a "Demigod" capable of using faith... as well as the reincarnate of soone who was the embodint of lust. Everyone knew that she ca to the brothel once in a while to relax.
But nobody knew that it was to of course strengthen her Lust, as well as gain Faith through him. She was not a believer, and could only absorb it as such. Thus, they beca friends, then friends with benefits, and maybe much more than that.
But, maybe their relationship was getting better by the mont. "Then why not pay for at once and just buy off as your boy toy or sothin'?" He teased, yet it sounded like he ant it.
He asked as she helped him undress himself, before doing so as well. She then looked up at him in confusion, "I'm not rich okay? They are hundreds of us and tens of high paying missions. I... can only get as much."
She blushed in embarrassnt. For a Hero King, she was damn poor and had to rely on multiple low rank missions just to survive. Suddenly, she felt soone hugging her from behind, feeling his warm breathe over her ears.
"Regardless, I'm yours and only yours. You can use to your liking until you beco your so called Divine Hero." He murmured into her ears gently and softly, his hot breathe brushing past her ear, and his sift words lting her away.
"...Your, Divine Hero." She corrected passionately, her eyes clouded by lust, as she pushed him down the floor. The bed was ignored as the place was filled with burning passion of a "God" and a Hero.
The poorest, high ranking couple ever.
• • • • •
World of Terra
Purgatory, 7th Chamber
Timothy's Cell
A young boy sat within a cell, chained on both hands, legs and neck with strange golden inscripted chains. His clothes were neat, and his complexion was pinkish, showing that he was quite healthy.
The young boy was chained, but could do a lot of things within the cell. His movent was also not limited nor restricted, and he could move corner to corner, or run around in laps without being disturbed.
That aside, the young boy had a handso complexion. His hair was blonde and his eyes were blue, his clothing were those of nobles and royals from the middle ages, looking quite good on him.
He had slim muscles and a slender body, his jawline was square-ish, not too sharp or too spread out. His eyes had no emotions and were half closed, as if he was tired... tired of the World, and tired of life.
He looked down at the achievents without minding his situation at all.
『Congratulations Brandon Del'Einst!!! You have recieved 700 000 Faith points, 7 Reiki essence, 1 years worth of deific essence』
『Congratulations on gaining the 3rd place, your believers quotation has been increased by 800%. Good luck』
『Note: Reiki essence is the power of True Divinity. From now on, True Gods can offer one unit of Faith points for two unit of Divine power essence. The most minimum essence for a Demigod is 10 trillion to 50 rrillion Divine power units. Good luck』
He was not disappointed or happy about the results, if he was 3rd place, then so be it, that was how life was. But, he was very, very disturbed by the presence of the person who kidnapped him.
"Hmm? Is it a ga for you guys? How fun. And Faith, isn't that the new toy that was given to those little Gods down there? Wait, so that thing that gave them that power is related to you guys?!" A figure behind him asked.
He was not short nor tall. He had white ssed up hair, a weary face and a skeleton-like body that was covered by those ancient clothes and modern labcoat he wore. He resembled a mad scientist out of a cartoon.
On his forehead were a pair goggles and on his back, a jetpack or sothing like that. He wore sothing like hover boots and held a sword on his waist, looking out of this world. He also wore a pair of oversized gloves.
And most importantly, he could see through True Will. In fact, Brandon felt like this person was stronger than his father, a powerful being. The impression this old man gave him, was unfathomable... and most importantly, he was quite good looking as well.
Perhaps only the old man Mystique, or the first generational True Gods could fight him or kill him. Mystiques were such types of monsters, and gave off a much more stronger pressure than this guy.
"That thing is biased, damd thing. Why did it not give us those powers?! Huh?! Is it because we are too old?! Or because of our mistakes?!" He then took another look and praised, "Not bad kid, you ca out fouth, no, third. Good boy, good boy."
He patted Brandon's head, then he paused once again and had a strange look on his face, "I take that back, the first place has eight tis what you have. Aren't you trash? That's so cold, don't worry, we can both be losers here, nobody will laugh at you. Hahaha... damned loser."
He stood up and walked to the cell, he touched it and it opened up, but then closed it again. "I still have it in , that's good. Anyway, that thing!!! How could it be so biased?! I an, I could understand if it gave only those weak Gods. But..."
He paused and took a calm sip of tea from the side and cleared his throat before continuing, "...How could it give weakling like you powers as well? It even helped you learn Divine Skills? It shows that you guys are not even Gods. Yet why?! And what are you?"
He cried out bitterly to the ceiling while kneeling. But after a mont of silence, he stood up and brushed his knees off the dust, then continued to sit down on the exact sa spot, facing Brandon sternly.
"So kid..."
'...Old man, please, give peace.' Brandon was a guy who was like Enigma. No, he admired to be like Enigma and isolate his consciousness from the outside world. He did not want to be bothered by the presence of others.
But he doubted whether even his idol, Enigma, could go through the sa shit he was going through right now. This old man... was a complete freak over the word freak itself. He was crazy!!!
Lunatic!!!
"...find him. Tell , how co I can see through everyone on that list except this number one guy? It's worse because I feel like a frightening existence is watching whenever I watch him. Like staring at the Abyss."
"...."
"He must have a strong backing. Well whatever. I'll just go sleep." He shook his head and yawned, then stretched his limbs a bit. His actions were chaotic, but when done by him, they seed fitting for so reason.
'...Thank yo—'
"On second thoughts—"
'Sobody... just kill ... please.' Brandon thought as he was subjected to another form of torture by spending another second with the old lunatic. Being caged here was not bad, but being caged with this freak... was a curse!!
It's been a year, he was surprised how sane he was now. He should be going crazy at this point. And unbeknownst to him, just by being here, his consciousness, Spirit in other words, was being strained and forced to evolve just to adapt.
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