Chapter 118: The God Of MalevolenceMaster''s form as a wooden puppet had me confused.

    ("What''s going on?") [Solace]

    Just then, a bright light appeared between Master and Jukhan.

    "Oh how boring..." [???]

    A female voice echoed out from the light. I could feel her empowered voice from the great distance I was, and could even hear it clearly.

    "Who are you?!" [Jukhan]

    He yelled so loudly that even the light was blown away, revealing a young woman floating on a black scythe.

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    The young woman was very attractive in my eyes. She had long white hair, decorated with side braids pinned together with a gold item shaped like a skull. Her clothing was a bit revealing. Gloves that didn''t cover her fingers, a top that revealed her shoulders and stomach, leggings that barely went up her knees, and shorts that didn''t cover her thighs. I was pretty distracted.

    "How rude..." [Young Woman]

    She looked down on Jukhan with golden eyes, but he didn''t even bat an eye. Matter of fact, I think he took it as a challenge.

    "Those eyes... You''re a god." [Jukhan]

    "That I am." [Young Woman]

    She then turned to Master.

    "It''s been a long time." [Young Woman]

    "Indeed it has. How have you been, Hema?" [Vincent]

    The god snickered.

    "Better than you." [Hema]

    The wooden puppet shrugged.

    "I''d like to ask what the almighty God of Malevolence is doing here?" [Vincent]

    The god crossed her legs and leaned forward with an amused expression.

    "Finding entertainment." [Hema]

    "Was my fight what you''ve been looking for?" [Vincent]

    The god smiled.

    "It was sufficient." [Hema]

    She peered towards my direction. I could''ve sworn our eyes met, but it was hard to tell from how far I was.

    "You''ve picked up another disciple?" [Hema]

    "I have." [Vincent]

    "Then things may finally become fun." [Hema]

    The god lifted a hand. It was then that I realized the piece of land Nakros and I held onto was getting pulled closer.

    "In any case, your fight has drawn the attention of many gods. What happened to retiring?" [Hema]

    "...I tried." [Vincent]

    The god let out a light chuckle.

    "Then someone will have to take your place. Isn''t that correct, fourth?" [Hema]

    She then looked at me.

    "...Is she talking to me?" [Solace]

    I whispered to Nakros for confirmation.

    "I''m not su-" [Nakros]

    "Yes, I am speaking to you." [Hema]

    My eyes widened when I heard her voice in my head. I would say that it didn''t catch me off guard since I''m used to hearing the spirit guide, but it was a whole different experience since I didn''t see the god''s lips move.

    "Wh... What do you need from me?" [Solace]

    Though I was capable of speaking, it was strangely difficult to let my voice come out.

    "Warning: A higher being is attempting to look into your status. Casting |Appraisal Resistance|." [Spirit Guide]

    ("Huh?") [Solace]

    "Warning: A higher being has activated |Divine Vision|. |Appraisal Resistance| failed." [Spirit Guide]

    The god smirked.

    "You have quite the amount of titles. Unfortunately, none of them are |True Titles|." [Hema]

    The god scratched her chin while pondering something.

    "Here, I''ll do you a favor." [Hema]

    Lifting a single finger, I heard the spirit guide alert me.

    "Alert: The God of Malevolence has granted you the title |Promised Seedling|." [Spirit Guide]

    At this point, I was pretty confused.

    ("|Analyze|.") [Solace]

    _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

    Name: |Promised Seedling|

    Description: A |True Title| granted by the God of Malevolence. It gives the user affinity to misdeeds. This title may be evolved.

    Effects: Vitality will be given to the user the more they worsen the situation for themselves.

    _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

    Reading that, I was left speechless.

    ("The hell is this?") [Solace]

    I looked at the god with confusion.

    "What have you done, Hema?" [Vincent]

    "Nothing much. In any case, I have a proposal for Mr. Trapped-In-A-Demon-Lord''s-Basement." [Hema]

    Though the wooden puppet had no face, I could tell it was annoyed.

    "It''s not a basement." [Vincent]

    "Whatever you say." [Hema]

    She then turned to Jukhan.

    "Then there''s you..." [Hema]

    She looked him up and down before speaking.

    "As you are right now... I don''t think you''ll be having a real match with Vincent any time soon." [Hema]

    Jukhan let out a grunt of dissatisfaction.

    "How about picking up a disciple? Maybe you can have them kill Vincent''s disciple to prove you''re a better teacher?" [Hema]

    ("Ayo?!") [Solace]

    Jukhan froze for a second.

    "Hm." [Jukhan]

    Letting only that sound out, he vanished alongside a flash of thunder. It was also when the floating pieces of the valley started to drop.

    "Uh-oh." [Nakros]

    We plummeted downwards.

    "Need a ride?" [Hema]

    Falling down with a look of glee, Hema stared at us through our protective dome.

    "If you would be so kind." [Nakros]

    Hema replied with a cheerful smile.

    "Have a nice fall." [Hema]

    Uttering those last words, she vanished.

    ("...This brings a whole new meaning to god damn.") [Solace]