"This is not that dwarf's place..." Lukas muttered aloud.
Black clouds swirled all around him. Grimacing as windy whispers hit his ear, Lukas walked forward.
The place was strange. It felt like a mix between a nice day at the beach and a heavy hurricane in the middle of the sea.
As if it were a horrible place painted over with a nice setting—or vice versa.
Shaking his head, Lukas decided he didn't care about the place much. If it was so dark, scary place that just gave him even more reason to leave as fast as he could.
Assuming that was possible.
After 30 minutes of aimless walking, Lukas hung his head in frustration.
"I'm never stabbing myself again!" he droned, wishing he had thought this through a little more.
Whish!! Whoosh!!
A sudden gust of wind rushed into Lukas, knocking him off his feet. At the sa ti, a soft sound that almost seed like laughter echoed around him.
Placing his palm on the ground, Lukas pushed himself up. Then he glanced to the spot the wind had co from, wondering why that laughter sounded so familiar.
However, there was nothing different in that direction: it was simply the sa black fog.
Sighing, Lukas turned around and almost tripped over Physsus.
"Bastard dwarf!" Lukas yelled, montarily forgetting the entire reason he had stabbed himself.
Laughing, Physsus nodded his head and confird, "Yes, I'm a god."
"But you are no hero," Physsus continued, his eyes suddenly darkening as he spoke. "I told you, don't conspire against ."
"I'm not conspiring against you," Lukas said calmly, barely eting the gaze of the dwarf. He was looking around this strange place, wondering why it had beco so bright. Shrugging, he turned to Physsus and said, "Anyway, I want you to revive right now."
Cocking an eyebrow, Physsus asked, "Oh? And why would I do that?"
"Because you want the chalice."
"h," Physsus responded, shrugging. "I can wait until you're my slave."
Lukas studied the dwarf for a few seconds, wondering whether or not that was true. The god was desperate enough to give him so op rewards. However, he had also been spiteful with those rewards, deliberately giving him stuff he couldn't use just yet.
There was a possibility he could wait. There was also a possibility he was bluffing.
"What will the other gods say when they find out about your missing chalice?" Lukas asked with an innocent face.
The god stared at Lukas for a few seconds, his expression unreadable. Then,
"Hahaha!" Physsus laughed, slapping Lukas's back. "You're funny!"
Pop!
An epic set of battle armor suddenly appeared on his body. A black helt covered his head, its only openings being sohow darker holes where his eyes and mouth would be.
Spiky red and black heavy armor covered the rest of the body, seemingly leaving no room for his joints to move. However, he was still moving around with an easy grace.
Despite the fact he was unable to see the god's face, Lukas knew there was a smile under that helt. He knew that Physsus expected this display to incite fear and obedience.
But Lukas had known plenty of posers in his life. He knew all about those who tried to lie and trick their way to the top.
They were his stepping stones up the ladders of the underworld, after all. Where most of them failed, he took lessons from each of their missteps until he was able to deceive his way into the top gangs.
It was a nice enough spot for a while, allowing him to sell his soul for his brother's well-being.
'Nothing lasts forever, though,' Lukas thought, seeing the mistakes Physsus made.
He carelessly flaunted his power, thinking it would give him more authority. Lukas knew that behind that armor was an endless insecurity.
Sobody who knew he was fucked. Sobody who thought putting on a strong facade would hide their abundant weakness.
Therefore, he smiled at Physsus as he asked, "What board gas do you like? , I prefer Monopoly."
Sitting down as if he didn't mind the current predicant, Lukas sensed Physsus's complete shock. The god probably didn't even notice his slip-up: he had called out an Earth ga. A ga the extra Lukas, the divine simp, likely didn't know.
"Y- you're just gonna sit there?" Physsus asked, trying to force his breathless voice to sound nacing.
Shrugging, Lukas responded simply, "Well, I can't get your chalice, so... yeah."
For a few monts, the place was eerily silent. Even that weird wind from before stopped.
Then—
"Fine," Physsus muttered, his voice low and filled with contempt. "I'll revive you, but with one condition."
[Low-Immortal God Physsus is requesting an item exchange. Which item would you like to give him?]
Lukas's eyes widened at the system screen. He knew this was a possible drawback, but still...
[Options: Divine Perk: Infinite Wealth System; Legendary Sword: Kharevir's Fang; or A~SSS Rank Class Token]
The decision was very clear to Lukas.
[Class Token given to Physsus]
Instantly afterwards, Lukas found himself back in the goblin camp. He knew that Physsus was probably surprised and thought the decision was horrible.
But he had his plans.
...
When Lukas woke up, the sun was beaming in his face. Or at least it should have been, if not for the 2 ugly bastards blocking it.
"God?"
"Ygroa?"
He noticed that one of the 2 goblins was the sa one who poked him with the spear. Smiling, Lukas thought, 'Yep. I'm your god now.'
Then, putting on that stoic face just as quickly, he rose to his feet. Scattered surprised chatter rose from the crowd as they watched.
"Food not dead?"
"He's our god, not food!"
"Th-this can't be..." The Goblin Lord's stamr was sohow louder than the entire crowd.
As he watched Lukas rise, sohow alive even though the hero stabbed himself in the chest, he knew one thing. Whether or not the hero was actually a god, these goblins would view him as a god.
His ti as a rich lord who lived lavishly as his people suffered would be over. Every day he would live his life licking this man's boots just to feel a little bit of this life he lost.
Anger rising in the Lord, he vowed to destroy that future.
"You are no god!" he screeched, his lard shaking wildly. The goblins surrounding him suddenly stopped talking.
"He not god?"
"NOO!! Any hero can revive themselves, you idiots! He is rely playing us!" The Lord shouted as that goblin from earlier, Pokey, shook his head.
Turning to the goblin crowd, he said, "I get many heroes. We eats them. Do they revive?"
"Do they?"
"No, food stay ate. Good food."
"God revive. Food die."
A loud wave of understanding passed through the crowd. As Pokey's words clearly affected them, the Goblin Lord's face grew red.
'The sweat pouring from his face should lt all his butter belly away,' Lukas mused.
Then a light shone on the Goblin Lord's face. Apparently, he had thought of so last-ditch effort. Anything to prove Lukas wasn't actually a god.
Screaming at the top of his lungs, he bellowed, "IF HE IS A GOD, LET'S SEE HOW HE FARES AGAINST THE ARKINIA!!"
Then he tapped his belly 3 tis, creating a loud sound as if it were a drum.
Rustle. Rustle.
Off in the distance, Lukas heard a faint sound that was intensifying rapidly.
The Arkinia.
Lukas couldn't help but laugh at the situation. Ever since he had landed, he had the Arkinia's favor.
After all, he was used to living like a spider. Hide in the dark, take als the house's owner won't regret, all that stuff.
And he probably had so kind of connection to the dragon side. Like indomitable might and a really hot breath.
So it was no surprise to Lukas that when the Spigon leapt into the town square, he didn't attack Lukas.
Instead, he turned straight to the Goblin Lord and, pushing with his 2 front legs, pinned him to the ground.
Turning to Lukas, the Spigon did what he decided was a spider's version of smiling. As if it wanted to be called a good boy.
Returning his own smile, Lukas walked toward the Goblin Lord. The goblins who were desperate to eat him just monts ago now moved aside for him.
Looking down at the pitiful goblin, he turned to all the ones who had been under his rule.
They were poor: barely clothed and nearly completely lacking basic intelligence. Symptoms of a horrible leader.
All of the goblins stood at attention as he looked over them, wondering what their new benevolent god would say about their stupid leader.
"This goblin is no longer your leader. Tomorrow, I will grace you with a new one, one that will actually take care of you. Until then," Lukas turned back to the puny goblin, giving him a cold stare devoid of any real emotion. "You can do whatever you want to him."
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