The Villain’s Cheat Code: When a Gamer Becomes the Evil God’s Sidekick Chapter 396: You Won’t Even Call Me Godfather

The Casidra Comrce Guild was a fascinating organization.

This guild had indeed received the blessing of a deity, but to be honest, no one could say for certain whether it truly counted as a blessing.

Strictly speaking, the deity who blessed the Casidra Comrce Guild wasn't purely a god of comrce.

Because he also protected livestock and thievery.

Being renowned as the God of Trickery with marvelous craftsmanship and cunning was another of his identities.

His trickery wasn't just talk.

This deity would occasionally transform into a human, appearing in various parts of the world, using his cunning wit to run circles around the wealthy.

But it was precisely because of his craftiness that he beca the representative deity worshipped by rchants.

After all, rchants needed the art of language; only when their goods were praised to high heaven would custors be enticed to make purchases.

Even if the item for sale was nothing but a handful of despised cow dung, they would describe it as fragrant and alluring.

As long as it could be sold at a high price, the mont it was successfully sold, that price beca the value of the cow dung.

Even if it really was just a pile of dung.

This was the way of rchants—they could give useless items magnificent nas and sell them at exorbitant prices.

And as the patron deity of comrce, this god likewise possessed a silver tongue, even surpassing all rchants.

Moreover, he was also a skilled thief.

What this deity enjoyed most was stealing goods from the rich and then selling them to those with even greater wealth.

Ultimately earning enormous profits, which he would then invest in his comrcial fund.

When the deity grew bored, he would distribute the wealth to all those in need.

Normally, if a guild could be founded by such a deity for so long, and he hadn't lost interest in it, there must be sothing unusual about it.

Or rather, this deity had long abandoned this guild.

The first president of the Casidra Comrce Guild was called Pizzi Nandena.

But before becoming president, he had another identity.

He was the first believer of the God of Comrce.

Because one day this god felt too bored, he began to imitate other deities and started collecting believers.

So, he found his target among a group of beggars on the street.

This beggar was different from others; he didn't just beg on the ground.

His inco depended entirely on his eloquence; he could articulate the value of himself and any random objects he picked up.

"Sir, I believe you're new here and need a guide..."

"My goodness, beautiful lady, your elegance is the most beautiful I've ever seen. I think you need a prettier dress to complent it..."

"Count, why not try this walking stick that better matches your evening attire?"

One day, just as beggar Pizzi had left the entrance of a lively banquet, he imdiately encountered a wealthy young master.

As soon as Pizzi saw this young master, his heart filled with joy.

Because this young master looked so wealthy, even wearing gold chains and gold rings.

"Young master, would you like to..."

However, the young master suddenly spoke, his eyes fixed on Pizzi:

"Do you need money?"

Although Pizzi initially just smiled, the young master still persisted and asked again.

Finally, Pizzi could only nod.

Then the young master suddenly said solemnly:

"Believe in , as long as you believe in ..."

Pizzi thought this young master was ntally ill and turned to leave.

Just as he turned, he suddenly felt a pressure that forced him to kneel on the ground.

He opened the money pouch in his hand and, in a daze, saw that the once-deflated purse was now filled with gold bars.

The radiance illuminated Pizzi's eyes with gold.

"Now, do you believe ?"

The wide palm of the cunning deity opened.

Amidst the golden glow, Pizzi Nandena beca the first believer of this trickster god.

The handful of gold was naturally accepted by Pizzi with great joy, and the deity who summoned wealth then taught him many money-making tricks.

After completing all his teachings, this smiling deity said sothing surprising to his new believer:

"After your death, you must return all the money you've earned to ."

Pizzi agreed.

Subsequently, Pizzi used the first pile of gold to enthusiastically expand his trade further.

His talent beca evident to all, and his additional business thods brought him rolling wealth.

The fortune Pizzi rapidly accumulated made him a financial tycoon of that era.

On the last day of his life, the trickster god appeared at his bedside.

His purpose was to collect Pizzi's lifeti of wealth.

However, as a rchant, Pizzi naturally possessed a rchant's cunning.

He claid that all his life's money was stored in a safe.

When it was opened, there were only a few gold coins inside.

Because he had left all his wealth to his children, so the coins in his hand beca Pizzi's entire property.

The cunning deity was tricked for the first ti, and by his own believer no less.

But their agreent was only for Pizzi's lifeti of money, without clearly stating whether his descendants' wealth was included.

This deity was both angry and amused, taking those few gold coins and leaving the mortal world.

However, when he disappeared, he left a ssage:

"Tell your descendants to watch over this money. In the future, I will one day steal it all back."

Nandena's descendants were frightened by the deity's targeting, but they knew nothing else besides making money through comrce.

So they could only continue to focus on developing their business.

Although wealth would make them targets, once wealth reached a certain amount, many rchants would gather together.

This was to ensure the safety of more rchants.

Therefore, under the leadership of Pizzi's descendants, the Casidra Comrce Guild was established.

More and more rchants actively joined the guild.

Through such developnt, the guild gradually grew stronger.

rchants protected the guild's wealth, and the guild protected the rchants' safety.

Today's guild is so wealthy that even so major nations cannot match its fortune.

......

After hearing everything Viktor said, Zora was completely stunned.

"Mr. Viktor, how... how do you know all this?"

This was clearly a secret known only within their guild, especially among their high-level mbers.

Viktor calmly observed her shock, his expression serene.

At this mont, a raven fluttered down from the sky and landed steadily on his shoulder.

Vega's single eye slowly opened, with Zora's figure reflected in its pitch-black depths.

It raised its head, looking the woman before it up and down.

Zora was startled by this suddenly appearing raven, and then Viktor's voice lingered in her ears:

"There shouldn't be anything in this world that I don't know."

The more Zora listened, the more terrified she beca, her legs trembling and her face pale.

"Mr. Viktor, how should we deal with this?"

After all, this matter happened during their ancestors' generation. Why should the descendants have to bear the burden of agreents made by their forebears?

The current Casidra Comrce Guild had already amassed such vast wealth, making it practically a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

If so much wealth were stolen in an instant, the entire guild would be unable to sustain itself.

It might even trigger economic chaos throughout the world.

"Why be afraid?" Viktor's voice slowly descended, drifting in the cold night wind.

"The deities have long been disappointed with this world; they won't return."

"Perhaps the deity you worry about was rely deceiving you."

"But, but..." Zora's words faltered, and she fell silent.

Deep in her heart, she also hoped that Viktor's words were true.

But after seeing Saint Gali's soul today,

And recalling how her father urged her to spare no expense to keep Viktor and gain his protection,

She seed to sense the risks they might face in the future.

This made Zora unable to imagine that the threat from the deity was just a simple deception.

Not to ntion the repeated appearances of the Goddess of Justice and the Goddess of Abundance.

The reappearance of the Samuel ancient royal family's ancestor, with a towering celestial body reaching the clouds, was shocking enough.

This was sufficient proof of the existence of deities.

Zora couldn't help but imagine that the return of other deities was just a matter of ti.

Once that deity returned to the mortal world, the Casidra Comrce Guild would likely be the first target, which terrified her.

Therefore, she anxiously looked at Viktor and asked softly:

"Mr. Viktor, is there any way to prevent the deities from returning?"

"I... I can pay..."

Viktor examined Zora, his gaze flowing from her slender body to her long legs.

He wondered if her head was filled with nothing but money, with the remaining intelligence all used to grow those long legs.

Before Viktor could speak, a clear female voice sounded beside him:

"I've seen countless devotees praising deities, hoping for their return."

"Yet this is the first ti I've seen such despicable people as you who wish to prevent the deities' return."

Zora's gaze turned toward the source of the voice, and what t her eyes was a nun with blindfolded eyes.

Mikaela placed her hands on her lower abdon, facing the light, appearing utterly divine.

The cold wind hadn't turned her cheeks red; instead, they remained as rosy as ever.

She bowed to Viktor:

"Praise the Mother Goddess of Abundance, great Mr. Viktor."

Mikaela straightened up, placing one hand on her chest, and said to Viktor:

"Please ignore the words of such a selfish person. Each of us longs for the return of the deities."

Hearing Mikaela's words, Zora's face flushed red:

"Who are you?"

"You don't understand those deities at all; they are the truly despicable thieves."

"If we let them return, we'll be truly finished!"

Mikaela's eyes, covered with a thin veil, glanced slightly at Zora:

"Please don't elevate personal behavior to the group level."

"Your guild has problems, but that doesn't an all believers in the world will be like you."

Unable to refute this bishop, Zora could only stomp her foot in frustration, her eyes full of expectation as she looked at Viktor.

She seed to hope he would give her the answer she wanted.

At this mont, Mikaela smiled again and said:

"And also."

The next second, she moved closer to Viktor.

What happened next made Zora widen her eyes.

Mikaela extended her two weathered hands and grabbed one of Viktor's arms, pulling his arm toward herself.

Viktor's broad palm landed on Mikaela's heaving chest.

"The Mother Goddess of Abundance will bring her abundance to everyone."

At that mont, not only did Zora fall silent.

Even Vega opened its eyes and beak, as if witnessing sothing incredible, slightly stunned.

The world swept by the cold wind seed to fall silent for a long ti at this mont.

The birds perched on branches stopped their chirping, and the hurried rolling of cartwheels also ceased.

Only Mikaela's gentle voice turned into a warm current, flowing past Viktor's ear:

"Don't you agree?"

"Our great—Viktor Kravina, Godfather."

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