Chapter 81: Compensation Update 1
Misha sat up straight, opened his eyes wide, perked up fully, and listened earnestly to the Hero’s forthcoming explanation.
He already knew Lance was a Hero from another world, and through the Gate to Another World, they could travel freely between worlds. However, to use the Gate, the Hero also needed an Otherworld Stone.
This was also what Misha had never figured out. Logically speaking, only a small number of gods in the Divine Realm, as well as the Demon King and Divine Envoys, were qualified to possess an Otherworld Stone. Before Arlo actively showed him that Otherworld Stone, Misha hadn’t even seen what an Otherworld Stone looked like. How could a human Hero possibly have such an extremely rare thing?
But if there was no Otherworld Stone, how did the Hero pass through the Gate?
The Hero didn’t continue speaking. He felt that compared to an explanation, at a time like this, some small physical evidence would better explain the whole matter.
So Lance opened the small bag on his waist, put it on his lap, and seriously rummaged through the contents.
Misha: “…”
Damn it, he was also very curious about the Hero’s bag!
The Hero’s small bag seemed capable of producing everything, completely different from the size shown by its appearance. Although Misha seemed to have heard of such magical bags, he hadn’t seen one with his own eyes. And this time the Hero didn’t avoid him at all, opening that small waist bag right in front of him—
Misha tried his best to suppress the guilty feeling in his heart, leaned a little closer to the Hero carefully, squinted his eyes, and peeked into the Hero’s bag.
But his action was obviously not covert. He just glanced at the Hero’s hand when he heard Lance’s suppressed laughter.
Misha shrank back immediately.
He pretended he hadn’t done anything, staring closely at his hands on his lap. Lance looked at him sideways and said, “If you peek like that, it will only look like an ordinary bag.”
Misha: “…I didn’t.”
“This is something only your Divine Race has.” Lance explained patiently to him. “Only the owner can see the items inside.”
Misha: “…”
Misha whispered “Mm,” waited uneasily for a while, and suddenly realized something was wrong.
Something only the Divine Race has—then why does the Hero have it?
He turned to look at the Hero in astonishment. Before he could ask, Lance had already explained consciously, “Standard equipment for Superior Deities.”
Misha: “…”
This is even weirder!
Why does the Hero have so many things that are rare even for the Divine Race?
Misha remembered Arlo’s speculation again. Arlo suspected that the person who destroyed the Gate might be a Superior Deity. Such powerful strength was hard for ordinary humans to possess. Misha couldn’t suppress his nervousness and asked carefully, “You… couldn’t be…”
Lance: “I am human.”
Misha: “…”
Misha breathed a soft sigh of relief.
He thought, the Hero seems to know what he wants to ask every time. He can always explain in advance. Is he really so easy to read in the Hero’s eyes?
Lance finally finished his rummaging. He took out a pendant from the small waist bag, then sighed and said, “If there’s time, I really should organize it properly.”
Misha turned his head to look at the pendant in the Hero’s hand, but uncontrollably widened his eyes, almost unable to believe what he saw.
That was… an Otherworld Stone?
Almost exactly the same as the Otherworld Stone Arlo had shown him. Without using the Demon Eye, Misha felt he could sense the strange magic emanating from it. Yet he had looked at the Hero carefully with the Demon Eye so many times, but never saw magic like the Otherworld Stone on the Hero.
Perhaps the Hero’s magical small bag isolated the magic of the Otherworld Stone, or maybe… the extremely faint magical glow he saw on the Hero was the magic leaking from the Otherworld Stone inside that small bag.
“This is an Otherworld Stone.” Lance lifted the pendant to eye level, shook it gently, and said, “Standard equipment for Superior Deities.”
Misha: “…”
Why… is it standard equipment for Superior Deities again?
He finally began to feel the situation was bizarre, seemingly far beyond his expectations.
The Hero shouldn’t have things belonging to Superior Deities, but not only did he have them, it appeared he possessed at least two items.
Did that mean at least one Superior Deity’s belongings were in the Hero’s hands?
If the Hero only possessed one of them, Misha might think it was a coincidence, some sacred object of the Divine Race left outside. But with two appearing in succession, including the extremely rare Otherworld Stone, this matter was obviously not that simple.
The first thing Misha thought of was theft.
The Hero had been to the Divine Realm; maybe he took these things from there—
But were things in the Divine Realm so easy to take away?
How could a Superior Deity have things stolen without noticing!
Something as important as the Otherworld Stone—if it was really stolen, this matter would have been known to everyone in the Divine Realm long ago. But Misha never heard any news. He hadn’t even heard of any human being taken to the Divine Realm and escaping in the end.
He couldn’t help letting his thoughts run wild, trying to guess the reason why the Hero possessed these things.
Lance had always been good at guessing Misha’s thoughts.
Without Misha asking, he answered consciously, “Actually, the method is very simple.”
Misha looked up at Lance.
Their gazes met. This time, Misha felt that beneath Lance’s seemingly calm eyes, some uncontrollable emotion was hidden, carrying a slight probe and unease, as if unsure what Misha would think after he said these words.
But Misha was just too curious.
Even knowing things might not be that easy, he couldn’t help pressing, “Very simple?”
Lance nodded gently.
He wrapped the thin string of the pendant around his finger, then clenched the Otherworld Stone in his palm, as if finally making up his mind to reveal everything to Misha.
“In your words, it is actually…” Lance paused slightly, then uttered two words lightly, “—God-slaying.”
Misha was stunned.
He thought he misheard Lance. He even repeated those two words after Lance before realizing that what Lance meant was exactly what he thought.
God-slaying.
Then taking the items owned by that Superior Deity from their hands.
But this was an act far more serious and terrifying than theft in the Divine Realm. Yet Misha had never heard any news related to it. For such a big event, the Divine Realm should have sent some Superior Deities to catch the murderer, right? But why could Lance still sit beside him properly, as if nothing had happened?
No.
Misha suddenly shivered.
Lance was sitting beside him…
Beside him sat an absolutely dangerous element.
If the Hero had the ability to kill a Superior Deity, then Misha felt his little magic was equivalent to having no power to fight back in front of the Hero.
If the Hero wanted to attack him, he would inevitably disappear silently from this place. There was no one near the Tree of Life, at most a few small birds hiding in the canopy. If he disappeared here, then maybe… no one would notice.
Terrified and uneasy, he turned his head abruptly subconsciously, looking at Lance sitting beside him.
Lance’s gaze was calm, still resting on him. Within that expression was a slight panic after finally confessing everything to him, suppressed under the icy blue gaze, trying hard to show a composure of normalcy.
But Misha could tell Lance was a little nervous.
Not the unease of about to commit some heinous act—the Hero didn’t even have a shred of guilt about destroying the Gate to Another World; he shouldn’t be nervous about this kind of thing. His cramped appearance was more like the apprehension of not knowing how Misha would react after revealing the truth.
Misha felt he… might understand the Hero’s mood at this moment.
The Hero didn’t have to tell him all this.
As long as the Hero didn’t say it, Misha would never discover such things.
He knew perfectly well Misha was a member of the Divine Race. Misha might not betray his race to choose to believe him. And every “sin” he committed involved Misha’s kin. Telling Misha these things carried great risk and probing. Once the judgment was wrong, it would bring irreversible consequences.
If he were the Hero, would he do this?
Trusting a stranger he hadn’t known for long like this, telling him everything about his past unconditionally.
Misha couldn’t help thinking, were his feelings with the Hero… really this deep already?
Did he… really deserve such trust from the Hero?
He scratched his head, somewhat unsure how to handle the current situation. But at least the few traces of fear in his heart had vanished in the look the Hero gave him. He didn’t even harbor hatred toward the Hero.
The dead Superior Deity was his kin. He should have felt anger from the moment he heard the word “God-slaying.” But at this moment, what he thought of was everything he had discovered over this period.
The gods’ lies, the gods’ tyranny, the gods’ deception of everyone, and—
If all Gates to Another World were destroyed, severing all connections between the Divine Realm and the human world, what kind of fate would the living beings no longer controlled by the gods possess?
Misha finally took a deep breath.
“I need an explanation.” Misha raised his eyes, looking seriously at Lance. “You must have a reason for doing these things, right?”
Lance didn’t speak.
He widened his eyes slightly in surprise, as if he never thought that after telling Misha the truth, Misha, as a member of the Divine Race, could have such a reaction besides anger, fear, and hatred.
“You’d better explain it to me properly.” Misha thought for a moment, then whispered again with certainty, “Don’t speak in riddles anymore.”
Lance nodded slowly.
Misha looked up again at the sky where the stars hadn’t faded yet.
“There’s still a while before dawn.” Misha cleared his throat, putting on an extremely serious look. “If you don’t make it clear today, I won’t let this matter pass easily.”
He finally remembered his original intention of believing in the gods.
What he believed in shouldn’t be the gods themselves.
That wasn’t blind obedience, nor foolishly regarding everything in the Divine Realm as his light.
He believed in the gods because of their selflessness and benevolence toward all things.
That was compassion for all life, protection for all races, not dividing living beings in the world into classes for their own ulterior motives, manipulating the life and death of the human world at will, stripping away monsters’ nature, and then supplementing it with countless lies, staging countless farces, ultimately creating layers of illusions that everything was a gift from the gods.
He didn’t want to believe in such gods.
Such things filled with greed and evil thoughts didn’t count as the gods in his heart at all.
Lance finally took a deep breath, then curled his lips imperceptibly, understanding that the step he insisted on taking might have been the right one.
“In the first world,” he finally began to tell the story of the beginning softly. “My Divine Envoy didn’t trust me.”
Misha: “…”
Wait.
Misha felt the Hero might have some misunderstanding about him.
Your current Divine Envoy doesn’t trust you either!
As soon as the Gate was destroyed, Arlo suspected the Hero did it. The only one who really believed in the Hero was me, the Demon King—no, Misha didn’t want to believe this Hero either.
Such an outrageous Hero, even a Demon King wouldn’t trust him!
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