Reborn As A Ghost: Time To Build My Undead Army!

Chapter 195



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Within a dark space atop the very skies of the world, several figures sat down around a large table. All of them were glowing with bright auras of elemental energies, and they seemed filled with antiquity and wisdom.

Even though they all looked like they were of different ages, they were all just as old as one another… perhaps, some were older though.

And those that were older… were actually the ones that looked the youngest.

Despite this discrepancy, these figures, all these dozens of figures, looked at a single figure within the table.

Many of them were in factions.

Despite how powerful they were individually, there was always someone stronger than them. The selected group of the strongest of them made groups, factions, or, as others called them, Pantheons.

These figures were… of course, the 86 Gods of the world.

Such mystical figures of incredible wisdom that had seemingly created and shaped a world by themselves…

Or was that true?

Did they do all that was said of them in religion?

Honestly speaking, it is all a mystery. Even the origin of the Fragments of Evil that come from the Evil God, the former God of War that had gone berserk for power but was ultimately defeated and divided into pieces by the other Gods… could be all just an invention of the people.

What was true, and what was right?

Even these powerful figures filled with mystery wouldn’t simply and easily reveal the mysteries of the world of Yggdrasil to one another.

After all, as they had seen it all, given it for granted, why would they even speak about it?

However, there were many continents in the world. Most of them overlooked different continents and assessed their population, and saw what the civilizations were up to.

Although they were not dedicated to interfering, and most of the time, they didn’t give much attention to things, they had gathered in a council after one of their Gods, the God of Light, who had managed to become a prominent god within the Pantheon of Asgard and had called for a meeting.

The figure of an enormous and wise man sitting over a throne made of gold overlooked the other gods. His long white beard, his golden patch, and the two crows sitting at each side of his shoulders…

The mysterious God of Light that the Holy Church of Asgard praised as the one true God whom all others served looked at a certain figure sitting down right in front of him, in the opposite direction of this gargantuan table.

His sharp golden eye seemed filled with a certain tinge of… anger.

This anger was multiplied even more as the one sitting in the opposite direction of him, right in front of him through the table, was smiling.

Another figure, the God of Thunder, a beautiful man with long blonde hair and beard, wearing silvery-white armor and having a stoic expression, glared at the God of Light.

The man had pale-white skin and sharp aquamarine eyes, and his entire presence was domineering and powerful, stable and strong, like a mountain. His aura exuded the power of thunderstorms, and on his right hand, there was a large golden hammer.

“Why have you called us here, father? Do you know how busy we are?”

“Busy? Hahahaha! You? Busy? Don’t make me laugh, dear brother!”

Suddenly, a second figure laughed.

This figure resembled a slim and tall man, with pale white skin and long purple hair reaching up to his chest. There was makeup over his face, making him resemble more of a woman.

His smile seemed filled with a jester-like vibe to it, and his laughter made him look like a clown laughing at a very good joke.

His clothes were dark, mildly decorated as if he were really some sort of jester or a buffoon.

He held a long staff that had a black jewel on top of it, flashing with bright darkness that twisted around endlessly.

His presence might look ridiculous, but he exuded a great amount of power. Dark, chaotic power.

The God of Thunder glared at this god… his brother, the God of Chaos.

“Why are you laughing at me, you jester?” asked the God of Thunder.

“There is nothing to be busy with, isn’t it? What else is there for us to do than sit and watch the world around us?” asked the God of Chaos.

“…Enough. I didn’t call you here to argue. I have brought you here because of the recent issues occurring…” sighed the God of Light.

Several other figures, all exuding strong and colorful auras, glared at the God of Light while squinting their eyes. They didn’t seem to agree too much with this God’s policies and what he has been doing with the humans of Midgard.

However, they kept themselves quiet, as they didn’t really like conflicts. Of course, some of them were bolder and asked away.

“God of Light, you’ve brought us here without properly telling us what is happening. Let me tell you that I am not someone that you can easily order around. Just because you’re dominating Midgard with your church doesn’t mean that you’ve become the chief of the gods out of nowhere… I have come here, like most of the Gods here, because we thought something of dire emergency was happening, and it better be something worth our time.” Said a beautiful elven man with long blonde hair and green robes decorated with paintings of forests, animals, and nature.

His sharp emerald eyes shone brightly, as this was the God of Nature.

“I agree with my brother… God of Light quickly explains yourself. Instead of pondering for more minutes, I want to go back to my divine realm. I am not in the mood to gather here to talk about meaningless things…” sighed another God, a Goddess, to be exact, the twin sister of the God of Nature, the Goddess of Fertility and Love.

Her appearance was mildly similar to her brother, although her more feminine and domineering air made her resemble a beautiful empress.

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