Although the god-child had made many meetings with the Elders in the past, this was the first time he was addressing the entire Blood Blessed and there were many scribes among them who took down his words, and discussion rapidly broke out among the people as the god-child and majority of the Elders went into closed doors.
One of the Blood Blessed below nudged his neighbor and drew him closer, whispering, "I told you. He has finally admitted he is a god, so that means you owe me three months of kitchen duties. Since you don't want to tell me the recipe for your meat bun, then you are simply going to be cooking it for me, every day, for the next three months." freёwebnovel.com
The neighbor groaned in exasperation, his eyes darting around in panic before summoning courage and retorting, "Is that what you should be focusing on right now? We are about to fight a war that would lead to all our deaths. Have you spoken to your family, tell that poor girl Rosa about your love for her, or the many million other things you should be doing instead of pestering me about this matter."
The man appeared shocked at the harsh rebuttal, but then he smiled, knowing he had his friend by the throat,
"Death, life, all are beneath the power of a promise. I won this bet fair and square, and if we survive what is to come, you shall not squirrel out of it. I want your word. Kitchen duties for three months, making me meat buns!"
"You... you," the face of the neighbor turned white in anger, "You do know that your assumption is false, right? He never truly admitted that he was a god, you are using a measure that is inconsistent with the rest of his words. To tell the truth, what is a god? Give me a definition. If I say I am a god, does that make me automatically a god? There are so many things that go into this matter that you cannot simply define someone as a god by their say- so."
"Hahaha... I knew you would come up with this argument, and I am prepared for it."
The man licked his lips and began to fish inside a seemingly bottomless pouch that he stuck his entire hand into, pulling out various odds and ends,
"You must not have known since your head is usually stuck in combat, but a massive library was unearthed a month ago, filled with all kinds of knowledge, some of the Elders are saying the knowledge within that library can be considered infinite, I have been able to gather a few definitions of godhood, knowing your character, it is well that I made the trip..." he cleared his throat and the argument between these two faded into the collective noises from the crowd.
A moment before, the god-child and the emissary of the Creator had followed the majority of the Elders into a closed-door meeting that was expected to last for only minutes before the order for what was expected of them all was given out, so everyone here was trying to connect and get rid of the pressure in their heart with whatever method they had.
They were a warlike society, and so the fear of death was something they had all accepted and learned how to manage, and what was happening here was to remind themselves of all they had to lose.
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In the ongoing closed-door meeting, with the help of Lost, the boy had quickly transmitted everything that had taken place to the Elders, his summoning at the Ascension Spear, the battle above the threshold, his present state as a golden giant with all seven points in his star lit up, the harrowing chase by thousands of Ascendants and finally the apocalyptic attack.
In the center of the hall was a graphic representation of the red sun that was eating its way through everything, and in less than two days it would be here.
"The thing of note is simple," the boy began when he saw that every Elder here had come to speed with the previous events and had seen what was coming,
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