HTLCCBFT Chapter 138

Has The Lord’s Career Chart Been Filled Today? – Chapter 138

Oliver, who was contemplating how to ask the Cat God about his recent whereabouts, remained completely unaware… that just a few months ago, he had been troubled about how to reduce the other’s “clinginess.”

Now he had grown entirely accustomed to the deity’s constant presence, even feeling somewhat puzzled and uneasy when the Cat God rarely slipped away quietly.

Before Oliver could figure out how to phrase his question, the cat-eared deity took the initiative to speak.

With a serious expression, he said, “Deyth came by earlier.”

Faced with this unfamiliar name, Oliver looked bewildered. “Deyth? Is he your friend?”

The Cat God’s next words made Oliver’s previously relaxed posture instantly tense up.

He answered earnestly, “Deyth is the God of Death. Not my friend.”

There are other deities?!

Oliver slowly sat up straight, his brow slightly furrowed.

That made sense.

If the “Cat God” he had randomly made up could actually exist… then other gods sincerely worshipped by people in different cities most likely existed too.

His mood suddenly grew somewhat heavy.

Forgetting to ask why the “God of Death” had come, Oliver’s first thought, recalling various chaotic literary works about “divine wars” he’d read before, was to pull over the still standing Cat God.

While carefully examining him, he asked softly, “My dear Cat God, please tell me, did you have a conflict? Were you injured?”

Not expecting this reaction from Oliver, the deity blinked slowly.

He stood obediently, occasionally raising his hands or lowering his head, much like a large doll that only moves when nudged, allowing his beloved believer to check the condition of his divine body.

The usually hidden cat ears unconsciously perked up, twitching slightly with pleasure.

With downcast eyes, he watched the busy Oliver unblinkingly, the corners of his lips curling upward unconsciously as he answered seriously, “There was conflict, but I wasn’t injured.

The injured one was the other party.”

After receiving this confirmation, Oliver’s momentarily flustered mood gradually calmed down.

He took the Cat God’s hand and sat down in a chair. After a moment’s contemplation, he cautiously asked for specifics: “Why did that deity who presides over the dead suddenly come to Laina?”

During these past six months of living closely with the deity, even without actively inquiring, Oliver had acquired much knowledge related to gods.

This was wisdom contained within the Divinity.

Divine roles don’t overlap, and not every concept gives birth to a corresponding deity.

Any intelligent life form can provide power of faith to deities—not just humans, of course.

Often, deities choose to wander the mortal world both because they find the divine realm dull and to strengthen the faith of their followers at their main Divine Temple.

A deity’s divine power fluctuates with the amount of faith they receive, but even though most deities are born from the gathering of faith, they don’t immediately perish after losing their last Divine Temple and devout follower.

Instead, they continuously decline until losing their last trace of divine power, then fall into prolonged slumber.

A long, long time ago, there were nearly two hundred deities in the divine realm, all ruled by the God King who possessed immensely powerful divine power.

The God King always watches over deities who have lost their followers and fallen into weakened comas.

He is just, gentle, and selfless.

He cares for newborn deities until they can fully control their power; his Divine Temple stands at the very center of the divine realm, surrounded by other deities who adore Him and “vie covertly” to relocate their temples closest to his.

His Divine Temple is perpetually radiant, eternally spring-like, brimming with countless flowers, while gentle breezes carry warmth and fragrance.

He loves roses most, so the Flower God, who can offer Him the most beautiful fresh rose each day, is always the most envied.

His Divinity formed from the sole law, and the externally absorbed power of faith is merely an enhancement—He never covets it.

He even generously shares portions from his vast sea of faith to help minor deities remain conscious.

When the Cat God recounted this, Oliver felt an inexplicable sense of closeness toward that gentle and generous God Lord.

But now, fewer than ten deities remain awake and active in the mortal realm.

Not because the power of faith has become turbid, or because some scheming followers monopolized it, squeezing out other temples…

But because the God Lord, who once tenderly cared for the weaker deities, fell into a prolonged slumber long ago for no apparent reason.

Calling it “slumber” is actually the hope of the deities who adore Him.

No deity knows why the God King’s temple suddenly sealed that day.

On the day of the catastrophe, the once-bustling central region of the divine realm plunged into unprecedented turmoil and panic.

The God of Light fell into a prolonged melancholy, dimming the radiance showering the divine realm.

The God of Spring and the Flower God wept incessantly, their hearts broken, causing the flowers blooming near the main deity’s temple to wither; even if they managed to bloom, their petals would fall and branches wilt the next moment.

The panicked God of Wind shrieked, stirring hurricanes that snapped several divine pillars of nearby temples; the God of Love, who loved to act spoiled before the God King, sobbed and knelt, never smiling again, completely hiding his divine body; the God of Hunt offered countless sacrifices outside the sealed temple gates; the weaker deities, once blessed by the God King and drawing his divine power, voluntarily fell into slumber on the spot.

Their voluntary slumber stemmed both from deep guilt and a singular, shared hope—if they ceased drawing the God King’s divine power, would He awaken?

The God of Despair, Death, and War, anxious that He brought misfortune, reluctantly left early, daring only to seek news from other deities.

But to their disappointment… from that day on, the central divine realm never reopened.

After so many futile efforts, the deities still refuse to admit—such a terrifying state usually only occurs in fallen deities.

Yet how could the God King, with such immense divine power, possibly fall silently and suddenly?

Regardless, from that day on, more and more deities followed in his footsteps, falling into either prolonged or eternal slumber.

A few among them, disheartened and disillusioned, chose to permanently reside in the mortal realm.

The divine realm grew desolate and silent, with one divine temple after another falling into decay and lifelessness.

It had been a long time since any new deities had emerged or “awakened” from their slumber.

For some reason, Oliver remained intensely curious about that God King.

But the information he could obtain from the Cat God was limited to this.

It wasn’t because the Cat God was withholding anything from him, but because, as a newly born deity rather than one who had awakened from slumber, everything He knew came from memories absorbed from the divine realm at the moment his Divinity was formed.

Scattered divine senses formed the images his Divinity could draw upon, but with so few deities remaining in the divine realm, the relevant content He could absorb had become pitifully scarce.

Even though Oliver was curious and He was willing to answer enthusiastically… He didn’t even know what divine domain that God King presided over.

Hearing Oliver’s question, He guiltily folded his ears back, slightly embarrassed as He replied, “Sorry, Oliver, I don’t know either.”

He truly didn’t know.

Why would Deyth, whom He had never met before, suddenly come to Laina?

He only knew that at that time, He had been genuinely furious.

Just like how Oliver would get angry at those Albury rebels, when He heard Deyth say things like “shabby divine temple” and “sheltering a bunch of useless people,” his divine power had boiled like water, becoming intensely scorching and turbulent.

He disliked Deyth.

Even though Deyth claimed they were “companions,” he was unreasonable and said unpleasant things.

Someone who casually entered the divine temple Oliver had prepared for his divine statue without an invitation, trespassing on his territory, deserved to be driven out.

So He had swatted him away with one paw.

Moreover, the divine power that had initially scorched Deyth’s Divinity and sent him into a rage wasn’t even his own, it was clearly…

Oliver didn’t know what He was thinking, but he could clearly see those cat ears secretly folding into airplane ears, the clear golden eyes revealing a dejected expression, eyelids slightly drooping, and his heart instantly softened.

He probably wasn’t injured, but hadn’t gained any advantage either.

Considering the feelings of the adorable Cat God, he decided to stop questioning for now.

“None of that matters anymore.”

Oliver said with a gentle smile, “My dear Cat God, I’m so glad to see you return to me safely… When you suddenly left me earlier, you have no idea how worried I was.”

As soon as his hand touched his cool cheek, He naturally leaned down slightly, like a large cat that had suffered great grievance, silently asking for more affection.

The beautiful golden-haired lord indeed granted his wish.

His gaze kept being drawn to those lingering black mists.

It was like seeing soot from a chimney staining his carefully tended, beloved golden cat – the stains weren’t heavy, but they ruined what should have been pleasing to the eye.

Before he could react, he had already reached out as if guided by an unseen force and patted the faint black mist.

Huh?

He widened his eyes in slight surprise.

He actually managed to pat it away?

Had he misunderstood? Was the mark on the Cat God not a divine power imprint left by the death deity named Deyth, but merely dirt on its clothing?

…… so comfortable……

Being cared for like this by Oliver, the cat-eared deity narrowed its eyes in delight.

Without a doubt, had it been in its large cat form, its throat would have already been emitting happy purrs.

Seeing how much it was enjoying his touch, the blond lord couldn’t help but smile gently.

He decided to give it a full service—

gently patting away all the black mist he could see on its body, which seemed particularly unsightly to him.

Thus, he stroked its cheek, moving to the soft, warm ears, then followed the smooth, flowing line of its neck downward…

Until the cat-eared deity, unable to suppress its instincts, pressed itself against him, tail held high and happily nibbling his lips.

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