"Holy shit, it’s you—Fat Bastard!"
SirLagsALot’s eyes bulged in disbelief. He leapt forward like a crazed koala and latched onto Bradley, planting sloppy kisses all over his face.
"Heartbroken Loli—goddammit, get your filthy mouth off !"
Bradley shoved him away with disgust, swiping the spit off his cheek before slapping him hard enough to send him flying.
"How the hell did you know I was here?"
SirLagsALot asked, excitent and shock tangled in his voice. He had been ready to die a hero for Godslayer, and now—poof—his "glory mont" was gone.
"Our buddy Orson. I’m telling you, he’s basically an old monster now."
Bradley lowered his voice conspiratorially. "Guy’s got built-in wallhacks. Said he spotted soone wandering around this ship in a pair of Super Saiyan boxers. Who else could that be but you?"
"Ah..."
SirLagsALot’s face turned crimson. A diehard Super Saiyan fan, his deepest secret exposed just like that?
"Good to see you alive, brother."
Then, a thin old man stepped through a fractured mirror-space.
SirLagsALot froze. He’d already seen the broadcasts. He knew Orson had returned. But standing here, breathing the sa air as the man, it felt unreal.
No.
Like a dream.
Or maybe—like a tiny glimr of hope bursting into a blazing sun.
This wasn’t just the return of a powerhouse.
This man was Godslayer’s war soul. The unshakable symbol of Earth’s adventurers.
His return ant...
"He ans everything," SirLagsALot whispered, trembling.
"You bore burdens no one should’ve borne. You endured humiliation no one should’ve endured."
Orson’s smile faded. He looked at SirLagsALot with solemn respect. He knew what it ant to serve as Earth’s "ssenger" to alien dinsions: losing family, losing brothers, losing dignity.
Year after year, treated as a clown by billions of alien viewers, his only "value" was to amuse them while they pressured Madman and the others back on Mars.
"I need your help, my battle-brother."
Orson pulled him into an embrace. A wave of warmth spread through SirLagsALot’s body—not buffs, not stats. Just pure, human strength.
"You’ve lost weight. And you look a lot older..."
SirLagsALot’s voice cracked as he touched Orson’s shoulder. "I’ll do anything for you. For Orgod. As long as... you’ll still accept my worthless strength."
"I heard you married Heartbroken Loli?" Orson teased with a smile.
"Uh..."
SirLagsALot flushed, stealing a guilty glance at Bradley. Married only recently, then snatched by aliens—he felt like absolute trash.
"Whether he fooled around on Earth, I don’t know. But Heartbroken Loli has been waiting. Don’t you dare break her heart," Isla said with a sweet laugh.
"Right. Right!" SirLagsALot’s eyes shone, swearing up and down that he’d never betrayed her.
"I didn’t expect you two to end up together."
Orson’s smile softened. A spark of chaos-fire flared from his hand, dissolving the Wailing Ring clamped around SirLagsALot’s ankle.
It wasn’t a divine relic, but it carried the law of a god, suppressing resurrection. Tools like these weren’t rare in the galactic core worlds. Their purpose was obvious: Infinite Dinsions civil wars, locking down adventurers even if they had world trees or revival artifacts.
"Old man, two nerds speaking the sa language—what’s surprising about them getting married?"
Ethan stuck his head out again, only to get shoved down by his fat uncle. "Adults are talking. Go piss in the dirt with Chloe."
"Dad!"
Isla’s face went red as an apple. "Do you have to keep bringing up that childhood crap?"
"Chloe, I’m grown now. Trust this ti. I’ll show you the classic mage move—breaking rocks on my chest!"
Ethan waggled his eyebrows like wriggling caterpillars.
"Go die!"
Chloe snapped and booted him straight into the mirror-space.
Everyone groaned. Just when they thought they’d seen the birth of a true second-gen prodigy... nope. Sa old dumbass.
"This son? Not mine anymore. Yours now. Do what you want with him."
Orson muttered with a dark face, turning his back on the ss.
Bradley just sighed, reached into the mirror, and dragged the boy out by the ear before he broke his neck in a crater.
Ethan and Oliver—polar opposites, yet both headaches.
Oliver had refused Orson’s blessing outright. And when he was told Belenor couldn’t be killed now, he’d stord off, swearing he’d one day bring Orson’s head back to the Perfect World.
Orson was speechless. Could the kid actually do it? Maybe not. But if Riley saw her son carrying his severed head through the streets... what then?
"You know... being a live-in son-in-law isn’t the worst idea." Bradley coughed.
"I’m in!"
Ethan nearly jumped for joy. Was this it? His goddess plan... finally succeeding?
"Just marry him already. The way Ethan looked at you just now? Killed a thousand tis," Riven teased.
"A shower of sugar! Let’s go!" Aaron cheered.
"I object a million tis!" Isla snarled, teeth grinding. She stord off with Velorith at her heels.
The youngsters laughed and bickered endlessly.
Orson just smiled. After so many years, this warmth felt like a dream.
But one thought nagged at him.
"Why hasn’t any god of Earth co to aid us? With so many here, not even the God of Strength has shown up for his own son. That makes no sense."
"They’re trying to complete sothing. A feat no single god can manage."
SirLagsALot frowned in thought. "There are gods still on Earth. But they won’t show until they’re sure they can win."
"What feat could need so many working together?"
"They want to drag other Infinite Dinsions into the solar system. Fuse all eleven worlds into a single super-dinsion."
"Is that even possible?"
Orson’s brows knit tight. By the rules, yes, gods could claim and reshape multiple planets. But rging this many into one? Even as a mid-tier god, he found it unthinkable.
"I don’t know. But they’re trying. That silver ring around Earth? Proof enough."
SirLagsALot pointed through the viewport. Earth looked wrapped in a glowing ribbon, its orbit clogged with fragnts.
At first, Orson had thought it was just battlefield debris. But now he saw broken cities from other worlds drifting in the planetary belt.
"Drunken Dream’s on the way! Our legion’s coming!"
Riven shouted in glee.
"My Silver Dragon Knight..."
Orson’s chest tightened. Bradley had told him about the war’s early days.
How they’d ambushed two lower gods, drowning them in abyssal demons and resurrection buffs, nearly burning them out.
But they’d underestimated divinity.
Slaughter fell. Demon Emperor’s mind broke. Celestial Fortress crashed.
And Drunken Dream lost an eye and an arm to soul corruption, while his partner Lilith died to save him.
"You must wonder why we weren’t wiped out, even after losing."
Bradley’s smile was bitter.
Orson stayed silent, waiting.
"The ceasefire had two conditions. One, the Infinite Dinsions alliance. Two, we help them find soone. If we do... they’ll even return Earth to us."
"Who?"
Bradley’s eyes flickered. He switched to private chat.
"Sienna thinks... it’s Hazel."
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