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 so 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 beco the leader of the Ultimate Force Alliance, to beco 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 beca.
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 at 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 sothing he probably wouldn't do.
So, giving him half a waterlon 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 comndable.
William, gnawing on the wing, nodded in approval as he looked at Forseti.
So, what genius? A genius is just soone who spends the ti 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 Protheus, quietly asked.
Protheus hadn't eaten for who knows how many years, and the roasted wing William had given him was already finished. Hearing William's comnt, 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 Protheus had fully regained his mory and his wits were sharp again.
What did it matter to Protheus how long Odin and the others fought?
Wouldn't they have to co over for a al after they finished fighting anyway?
Protheus 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, rely not being beaten to death was hardly a good outco for anyone.
They had never fought like this before,the first ti they did, it was sowhat 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 sa camp and have a non-aggression agreent, usually greeting each other cordially on the rare occasions they et, 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 Protheus, "These were made by humans nowadays."
After consuming a fair amount of food but still not fully satisfied, Protheus 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 Protheus 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 Pri 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 Protheus.
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 Protheus 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.
Protheus, 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 ford various factions, spreading their ideologies through soul reincarnation or finding human agents, competing for the faith of humans.
How many people rember Protheus today?
Even if people worldwide know of Protheus's deeds, it hardly constitutes faith.
Hearing William's words, Protheus grinned and said, "As long as humans are doing well, that's enough for ."
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, nurous deities from parallel dinsions descended on Earth, and evidently, they ended up disastrously, so 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 dinsions was necessary, and high-
ranking gods and Absolute Deities worried their presence might destabilize Earth.
Tis have changed!
William then asked, "Do you want to return to Earth?"
"Earth?" Protheus looked at William, puzzled.
William smiled and explained, "That's what humans now call their world."
Protheus'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," Protheus said. "Don't worry, I won't compete with them for the power of faith."
William thought for a mont and suggested, "Maybe you could write a novel once you're back?"
"Huh?" Protheus 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, 'Protheus Returns to Live as an Ordinary Person.'"
The modern-style title only added to Protheus's confusion.
The wisdom-filled eyes of Protheus were clouded with bewildernt.
By this ti, 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 mont, 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?
Mr. Johnson?
It seed 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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