CHAPTER 474: CHAPTER 232: SHIAYAR, DESECRATING ABUNDANCE!

"We are not necessarily mortal enemies clashing blades, but potential collaborators."

Shiayar spread his hands.

"Since you chose to establish a theocratic kingdom on the Western Continent and gather your own faith... it shows that you still pursue power."

"It’s just because there are more powerful deities, forcing you to hibernate in the depths of the Astral Realm, developing quietly without alerting the outside world, silently accumulating strength, and waiting for the right moment."

"In the old saying from my homeland, it’s called ’preparing soldiers and taming horses to await the opportunity for battle.’"

"That’s very good."

He clapped his hands and applauded.

"Compared to those who have gone half-mad, with nothing but killing and burning in their minds, eager to corrupt their own followers into amorphous lumps of flesh that only sing their praises, or those Evil Gods plotting blood sacrifices of entire cities."

"I prefer to deal with a clever god like you, who has depth, understands the pros and cons, and knows how to endure and compromise."

Shiayar spoke sincerely.

"There are a few deities standing in your path to the Throne of Heaven."

"And it so happens that those deities also dislike me, and coincidentally, I don’t like them very much either."

"So, I’ll help you take them down, clearing your obstacles — I won’t take a fraction of their residual divinity and authority, leaving it all for you as nourishment for your ascent."

"In exchange, you only need to infiltrate the other side’s deities’ camp and provide me with a bit of information when necessary..."

"Or, offer some minor assistance at key moments."

"You see, it’s very fair."

...

Shiayar’s words were sincere, laying out all the pros and cons and expressing an intention to cooperate.

In truth, Shiayar wasn’t lying, no, it wasn’t deceiving the god.

With the Goddess of Abundance’s experience as the Ancient Demon Wolf, existing since before the Glorious Era’s birth, she could naturally discern the details Shiayar spoke of.

Everything he said was true.

Disputes have always been inevitable among the deities, and each era’s ascendant to the Throne of Heaven must tread upon the corpses of countless Old Gods.

Were it not for fear of a few certain beings... the Goddess of Abundance wouldn’t have chosen to play the role of the schemer, hibernating early in the depths of the Astral Realm to plan for the future.

And from the human before her, the Goddess of Abundance indeed did not perceive a trace of divinity and authority unique to deities, not even a whiff of the Power of Faith.

Those aspects that appear as treasures in the eyes of Fabled Creatures, worth launching divine wars to plunder, appeared utterly worthless like roadside weeds in the eyes of this black-haired, black-eyed young man.

This was indeed a credible deal.

Coupled with that inexplicable closeness and reliance that arose from the depths of her Divine Soul towards Shiayar.

The Goddess of Abundance unconsciously extended her hand, wanting to accept his invitation of alliance and cooperation.

Then, just leaned against that figure’s side.

That warmth and affection seemed almost within reach.

But in the next instant.

Boom—

The sound of her Divine Soul shattering rang out again.

The Goddess of Abundance once again shattered a piece of her Divine Soul just like that.

Then, using the excruciating pain from the shard of her Divine Soul to forcibly regain her clarity.

Her gentle and pretty face immediately turned pale as snow, devoid of any color, even somewhat ferocious.

The Goddess of Abundance leaned against the desk in that way, staring fixedly at Shiayar, using immense willpower to suppress the spontaneous feelings of reverence and admiration within her heart.

"I admit, among the deities, there’s never been unity."

"And in this era, an outbreak of a divine war is indeed nothing rare."

"And I do have a few enemies that need to be eliminated—"

"But..."

She closed her eyes slightly, her furry brown wolf ears unwittingly springing out on her head, twitching dangerously.

Simply making her voice remain calm instead of gasping uncontrollably had already consumed the Goddess of Abundance a great deal of effort.

"I’ve known from the beginning."

"Compared to those ancient gods, who are older than me, having only advanced slightly ahead of me on the Divine Ascension Steps thanks to the long years."

The Goddess of Abundance slowly opened her eyes, staring fixedly at Shiayar.

"You—are far more terrifying than those ancient gods to me."

"You are too dangerous and too young..."

"The liveliness of your Soul, as seen by us ancient gods, is as fresh and radiant as a newborn baby."

"If I’m not mistaken, all your actual years of life experience, excluding periods of dormancy, amount to less than a century."

"It’s taken just a century to reach this stage."

"If given another hundred years, you might truly surpass the creator of the Glorious Era."

She ultimately stood among the few deities at the pinnacle of the Divine Ascension Steps.

At the most critical moment, the Goddess of Abundance, albeit with a muddled mind, discerned the terrifying truth from the sugar-coated missile Shiayar offered.

What alarmed the Goddess of Abundance more than Shiayar’s demonstrated potential and growth speed were his temperament and methods.

Even she, herself, would fall inadvertently into his trap—

Then, what about other, weaker deities compared to her?

The Goddess of Abundance even had a vague and indistinct premonition.

If things were left as they were unchecked.

Then, perhaps one day.