After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 432 - 164: Intent on Unleashing a Great Chaotic Battle in the High Heavens
"...Please, let’s not fight now," a gentle voice suddenly interjected into the tense atmosphere. On instinct, everyone present turned toward the source of the sound. The male deity held by the God of War said with an anxious face, "I don’t want to get involved in your battle."
"You... who are you?" Xi Mu asked indifferently, without the respect usually shown to deities.
"I’m the Love God." The gentle male deity responded. He governed love between beings of the same sex, but this love wasn’t confined to just between men, it spanned all races, all life forms, defying to some extent the principles of reproduction set by the Goddess of Life.
His birth did not prompt disgust from the Goddess of Life; she treated him as any other deity and didn’t seem to view his creation as a violation of the reproductive principles.
But his very existence faced discrimination, which was why he sought the comfort of being close to the God of War.
"I am not a cruel person, I would not harm innocents without reason," Xi Mu suddenly laughed, then provocatively said to the God of War, "If someone has an issue with me, by all means, come at me."
He entered the room with Brayfil.
"I won’t run, but if you don’t dare to take action, that’s another story. However, I believe not all gods are... cowards, are they?"
As his voice faded, the door closed behind Ahtal and Brayfil, completely obscuring their figures, leaving only the God of War and the Love God outside the door.
The wind gently brushed the grass and flowers in the front courtyard.
The God of War hugged the Love God even tighter and looked at the firmly shut door, suddenly inquiring:
"Who do you think is stronger, Ahtal or me?"
"Of course, it’s you... no, I’m not sure." The Love God initially wanted to answer without hesitation that the God of War was stronger, but then he remembered Ahtal had slain so many deities, even the Goddess of the Sword had almost died by his hand.
Now, for him to say unequivocally that the God of War would win, he no longer had that confidence, although rationally speaking, the power of the God of War was overwhelming, capable of gaining a significant advantage against any enemy once he triggered his divine power, even reaching beyond the power of the God of Omniscience.
But in this world, the one with the greatest power did not always secure victory; otherwise, the God of War would be the strongest in the high heavens.
The key to victory lay in the use of power.
If one had to give an example, it would be to have the God of War go up against the Witch of Death. Even if the God of War gained more power than the Witch, she would be able to bestow death upon the God of War by simply triggering her power.
In this process, the God of War could do everything possible to resist, like boosting his defenses to an unprecedented level, and the Witch of Death could also enhance her power with defense-breaking effects.
So even though he was aware of the God of War’s formidable strength, he couldn’t guarantee what extent Ahtal might take his own power.
"Has he grown so powerful?" The God of War rubbed the Love God’s shoulder, his expression growing complex, "Has he really obtained power threatening to me so soon after becoming a demon?"
Such cases were not unheard of in history. Beings like the Witch of Death and extraterritorial demons could crush a majority of the gods by harnessing their power the moment they became a demon or witch, but these examples were rare in history.
And Ahtal was clearly one of them.
"Don’t... fight him," the Love God softly urged, "If you do, not only will you offend the Goddess of Life, but if you win, you’ll also face the Witch of Death’s revenge."
"Don’t be such a coward." The God of War laughed heartily, walking away with the Love God in his arms, ignoring the advice from the Love God entirely.
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Inside the mansion.
"Please, help yourself," came the indifferent voice, and soon after, a cup of hot tea was placed on the table. Xi Mu picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and then turned his gaze to Brayfil across from him, wearing an apologetic smile.
"Lord Ahtal, you didn’t come to the high heavens for battle," Brayfil sighed, "I know there’s an impulse for battle within you, but please... restrain yourself. Don’t make things difficult for me and the Goddess of Life."
Xi Mu smiled: "Haven’t I refrained from taking any action?"
If he had taken direct action, the Goddess of Life would have appeared to stop him, leaving him no chance to kill the God of War. Moreover, there would be no covert plotting by the God of War afterward, no gathering of NPCs to march over and get slaughtered.
So he was very patient, waiting for the God of War to make a move.
"But you implied that they should," Brayfil said coldly, feeling a headache coming on. This man was really causing her trouble.
Xi Mu smiled and responded, "I just told them, if they dare to strike, they must be prepared for my counterattack."
"Hmph," Brayfil snorted, then turned her head away, not looking at Ahtal and clearly not buying his superficial excuse.
She got up from the living room and soon returned holding a set of clothes, which she placed on the table in front of Ahtal.
"Take a bath, and then put on these clothes," she said. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎
Xi Mu picked up the clothes and curiously asked Brayfil, "Isn’t there a maid to assist with the bath?"
"No," Brayfil responded coolly, then left the living room straight away. She had other things to prepare; otherwise, if Ahtal really did start a fight with the gods, the situation might actually escalate beyond control.
The arrival of Ragnarok was already near, and if a full-scale war broke out with the Witch of Death now, the situation might truly become irreparable.
