659 Chapter 659
Caen was sitting in the Royal Court in a Lower World on the Throne of the King.
ƥαṇdαs ηθνε| He was calmly drinking the mortal wine, watching Two Leaders of their Kingdoms fighting in the Court, bare handed for his entertainment.
The other young gods were also present, sitting with beautiful ladies in their laps, enjoying the battle of mortals.
Not only were they enjoying themselves, but they were even betting on who was going to win, placing various Treasures on the line.
The Kings who were fighting were horrified. They never believed in Gods. However, now they had no choices but to go with the whims of these gods.
These gods could kill them with a snap of their fingers. The only way out was to keep these gods satisfied and entertained.
Caen leaned back on his throne, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched the mortals fight for their lives.
His eyes flickered with amusement as he sipped his wine, relishing in the chaos unfolding before him. The young gods surrounding him cheered and laughed, reveling in the spectacle.
As the battle reached its climax, one of the Kings managed to land a decisive blow on his opponent, causing the defeated king to crumble to the ground. The victor stood tall, his chest heaving with exertion, and his eyes met Caen’s.
Caen raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the mortal’s audacity.
“Impressive,” he said, his voice carrying across the court. “You have earned my favor.”
With a wave of his hand, Caen summoned a lavish reward for the victorious mortal—a small fruit from the Realm of Gods.
The king was excited, receiving a reward from a god. He was so excited that he took the fruit and ate it right away.
As he ate the fruit, he thanked Caen repeatedly. However, his face soon turned pale. He felt really uncomfortable, as if his body was in pain.
The pain soon spread through his entire body. 𝐧𝞸𝗏𝑬𝑳𝚗𝑒xt.𝓒𝗈𝔪
He gazed at Caen, who had an interested look on his face.
“I never told you that you should eat it. You can’t blame us for your stupidity,” Caen smiled.
The King opened his mouth to speak, but before he could even let a word out, his body exploded in a gruesome sight.
The young gods around him erupted in laughter.
“These mortals can’t even handle the energy of a simple fruit. Pathetic.”
Caen turned his attention back to the festivities, his mind wandering. Another set of mortals were brought over to fight, this time being the Queens.
Even though Caen watched these battles, trying to get some amusement in his boring life, deep down, a part of him longed for something more.
The monotony of godhood, the endless cycle of amusement, was starting to lose its luster. There was a restlessness within him, a desire to explore the unknown, to challenge the boundaries of his existence.
In that moment, as the mortals continued their revelry and the young gods basked in their own glory, Caen made a silent vow to himself. After gaining the throne of the Realm of Gods, he was going to venture beyond the confines of his throne, and find his own path in the vastness of the cosmos.
Little did he know that the events unfolding in the Realm of Gods would soon set the stage for a confrontation that would shake the very foundations of their world.
The clash of titans and the pursuit of Chaos would draw him into a web of destiny, where the choices he made would shape the future of all realms.
With newfound determination, Caen stood from his throne, the wine glass in his hand forgotten. He cast one last glance at the mortals, who continued their battle.
Ignoring the battle, he left the Royal Court to bask under the moonlight.
He didn’t understand why, but there was a really strange feeling deep within his heart. And that strange feeling was making him feel really uncomfortable.
As he walked through the moonlit gardens, a whisper of unease grew louder in his mind.
He gazed up at the stars, wondering just why he was so restless recently. He had already done everything he set out to do. He killed the pawn of his uncle who could’ve been a threat to him in the future.
Now, there was no threat to him and his position. Then why was this feeling eating him up?
In the end, he decided to simply go back and finish his short vacation. This feeling was becoming overbearing. He had to check if everything was fine back home! He had to understand what this strange instinct was.
In the end, he returned to the Royal Hall. One of the Queens was lying dead. And the other queen who won the battle was sitting on the lap of a young God, whose hands had slid inside her dress, playing with her like she was his property.
“Enough playing. We are going back,” he told the young gods, without wasting a single second. At the same time, he snapped his fingers, turning all the mortals in this room to dust.
“Just when it was starting to get fun,” one of the young gods complained. “Why are we going back so soon? After so long, we managed to sneak out again. I heard the next world is called Earth. It was going to be so fun. I’ve always wanted to see that and play around.”
“Earth? Isn’t that where the Last Godly Trial took place, where Lord Chaos killed most of the participants?” Another God asked. “I want to see that as well. Let’s go there. We can go back later.”
Caen frowned. The aura around him intensified.
“I said we are leaving. Is there anyone who opposes it?” he asked.
The other gods could see that he was being very serious this time. No matter how much they wanted to play around, they couldn’t disagree.
“I agree. This place was getting boring. Let’s go back.”
“Exactly. I was missing my family as well. Let’s leave.”
One after another, the young Gods stood up, dropping their plans of visiting Earth.
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