"The export of alchemy products has faced resistance... Nurous churches have forcefully seized goods entering foreign lands, claiming these creations are prohibited. Even though the king has opened mariti routes, Silver Moon City itself doesn’t lack magic creations, and within the area covered by the Maze Lock, they don’t even use alchemy products. Given our current financial situation, even if we account for credit debts, we can only hold out for another half a year."
"...I understand, I’ll figure out the money issue, just continue with the acquisitions."
Without paying attention to the lengthy explanations, Hers made a decision imdiately.
In this era where gods and mortals coexist and money can buy transcendent materials, he wasn’t concerned about how much it cost. However, this ti, Solomon, who never usually questioned Hers’ requests, unexpectedly lifted his head and voiced a long-held doubt.
"Teacher, according to the ratio you choose, only extrely rare Star Cores are within our acquisition range. If we had a way to distinguish the differences among them—"
"You can’t do it." Shaking his head slightly, Hers responded, "Only I can discern their differences."
"...I understand, teacher, I spoke out of turn."
Bowing to apologize, Hers simply waved his hand, indicating no harm done.
Soon, the two discussed so recent affairs and solved problems Solomon encountered in experints and ditation.
When everything was over, the young Solomon took one last look at his world-famous teacher before closing the tal door behind him upon leaving. Soon, only Hers remained at the top of the tall tower.
As the slight clanging sound of the door echoed, Hers no longer maintained his dignified deanor. The forr god of travel and theft, who had escaped from the Fantasy World, sighed slightly and leaned casually against the railing, scratching his head in annoyance.
"This progress is still too slow, what a nuisance, I’m still far from the minimal quantity I need..."
Strictly speaking, the pace of gathering was not slow, since Hers knew full well that what he was collecting was not rely Star Cores, but sothing far more precious. Yet, people are never satisfied.
However, there’s currently no way to speed up the process. Mass acquisitions had already made so ignorant people clutch their purses, refusing to sell anymore.
Indeed, as Solomon said, if he possessed the ability to discern which Star Cores t the criteria, the entire collection process would be faster and more accurate. Yet Hers knew well that saying he alone could distinguish these from ordinary Star Cores wasn’t due to any selfish cherishing of his secrets but because this wasn’t so special technique or magic, but a fundantal ability possessed by a god or forr god.
A god can recognize another god; there’s nothing strange about that. This isn’t sothing that can be taught, at least not by Hers right now.
"...If it really cos down to it, I might have to return to my old trade. If I don’t sort this out quickly, I really won’t feel secure."
"Hmm, Apollo now is the God of Sun, he should have a good quantity... Tsk, back then I stole his cattle, now it seems tis have changed."
Curling his lip, the renowned God of Thieves thought of his exploits in the Fantasy World. Even as a baby, he had shown initiative by stealing sacrifices intended for Apollo, and now, it seed his first job in the real world might again involve Apollo.
One might say they were fatefully linked, Hers secretly decided, if he really went through with it, he would definitely leave a gift for Apollo.
To be fair, aside from the emotional issues common to the Chaotic Gods, Hers quite admired him.
"That settles it, for safety."
Feigning encouragent, but Hers ant this quite earnestly.
He did all this not because of any ambition, at least not up to this point—it was all just for safety. After all, ever since that great hand squashed the entire Fantasy World into a pie, he had been feeling sowhat insecure.
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At the Sea of Pontus Euxinus, the place Hers had just been observing.
Boom——
With a thunderous roar, the figure of the Divine King had already vanished, leaving only the Golden Throne suspended in mid-air.
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With a worried expression, Hestia was already sowhat angry.
But facing the scolding of his elder sister, Poseidon, who had been sowhat silent at the wedding, was even angrier than she was.
"Ah, my sister, I followed your arrangents and advice, overlooking Zeus’s breach of his own promise, and ca to the sea to arrange the wedding—I think I have been restrained enough. But I never knew that my friends had found other suitors long ago and only I knew nothing!"
"What, shouldn’t I have let Zeus learn about that strange and powerful deity? Or do you an to say that you would only be satisfied if another disaster like Typhon acted out at sea?!"
"I——"
At a loss for words, Hestia knew that neither side was wrong; the issue was rely the occasion and standpoint.
For Poseidon, he didn’t have an entire Divine System to support him like Zeus did; his only followers were the Primordial Sea God lineage that had gathered around him since the change of eras.
Zeus’s forceful interference in the marriage of Thetis due to the prophecy had already made Poseidon wary; he felt that the Divine King had finally set his sights on the power of the sea, so at the previous wedding, he had remained silent the whole ti, allowing the weary Sea Empress Amphitrite to participate in the conflict over the Golden Apple.
Now it seed he had thought too simply, Zeus hadn’t had the chance to do anything, and it turned out that the Primordial Sea God lineage had already secretly contacted other existences.
From the standpoint of the Divine Court, this really wasn’t a principle issue; the Goddess of Life as the Principal God had once been a follower of the Lord of Darkness. But for Poseidon, this was decidedly intolerable.
So he wanted Zeus to resolve this issue, in front of all the gods, and indeed Zeus did go. But in Hestia’s eyes, the Divine King should not be leaving at this very mont.
And just as she thought, the next mont, Heavenly Empress Hera let out a cold laugh. She was not concerned about Poseidon or Zeus in the slightest, but instead stretched her hand into the void, and [Arrows of Thunder] appeared direcly in her grasp.
As the Heavenly Empress who shared power, she was one of only two deities who could summon this Divine Artifact. And with the artifact in hand, feeling the imnse power, Hera fiercely hurled it forward.
[Arrows of Thunder] shot through the air, pointing directly at Artemis and Keto.
The latter’s power was far less than Hera’s, and having lost so of the Lord of the Nine Hells’ strength residing in her, Keto was also unlikely to block this strike.
The recent choice regarding the Golden Apple seed to have turned into waste paper, Hera’s actions undeniably proved that she intended to resolve the issue through force. The trajectory of the Divine Artifact reflected in the eyes of Goddess Artemis who knew she was no match, yet she still clenched her teeth slightly, drawing bow and readying arrow.
And then, the next mont, the only shield in the world that could counteract Thunder, was placed between them.
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