HTLCCBFT Chapter 150

Has The Lord’s Career Chart Been Filled Today? – Chapter 150

Of course, Oliver had no intention of restraining this deity.

After confirming that the Cat God genuinely wanted to go and that this trip seemed unlikely to be dangerous, he felt reassured.

Just before watching Him depart, he couldn’t help but ask again, “Then can I expect you back tonight?”

The cat-eared deity replied without hesitation, “No need to wait until nightfall. I’ll be back soon.”

He simply wanted to find Deyth to confirm the meaning of that statement.

In the next moment, He transformed into a golden mist and returned to the divine realm.

After circling the area where they had last met and finding nothing, He remained undiscouraged. Tilting His head thoughtfully, He devised a “clumsy method” on His own.

Sitting on a pure white cloud, He directly channeled His divine power to track.

Aside from the drawback of consuming considerable divine power, this method was undoubtedly the most direct and effective—and also the most likely to offend the deity being tracked.

Among the countless strands of Divine Sense scattered by the God of Wealth, one quickly detected the Divine Sense of the Death God Deyth, instantly provoking His fury.

“That damned smelly cat again!”

The two major losses Deyth had suffered previously were enough to infuriate Him, let alone now when the other party had the audacity to provoke Him proactively?!

Originally idly wandering in the Divine Temple of Goddess Havest, which was dedicated in Gregor City, He immediately reverted to His divine body.

Ignoring Havest’s puzzled gaze, He stormed back to the divine realm with fierce determination: “It really is you! Looking for another fight?!”

Having learned from the previous two encounters, even the usually hot-tempered Deyth had to exercise some restraint when facing this absurdly powerful new deity, unsure of victory.

The cat-eared deity, of course, remained completely unaware of Deyth’s mix of anger and apprehension.

He didn’t even pay attention to Havest, who had followed Him into the divine realm out of concern for Deyth’s inexplicable rage—the knowledge He had absorbed through His Divinity had not yet taught Him the “etiquette” to observe when interacting with other deities.

Appearing once again in the divine realm in His large cat form, which conserved divine power and was most convenient for combat, He only blinked slightly in confusion.

What puzzled Him was: Why did Deyth always appear before Him in such a furious state?

Though He couldn’t figure it out, He had no real interest in Deyth’s specific emotions and quickly abandoned that line of thought.

—Thus, He smoothly “missed” the opportunity to ignite Deyth’s temper once more.

“Deyth.”

The large golden cat, adorned with fur so exquisite it could enchant any cat lover, sat with dignified elegance on the soft clouds of the divine realm, gazing steadily at the wary Death God. He asked candidly and openly, “What exactly did you mean by ‘in heat’ last time?”

After a pause, mimicking the tone Oliver used when commanding subordinates, He licked His paw with utmost seriousness and, in a seemingly calm yet subtly condescending voice, added, “I demand a clear and complete explanation.”

Deyth: “……”

He stared suspiciously at this new deity who had so naturally assumed a commanding attitude, lips pressed tightly together, his vigilance sharply rising.

What in heat?How could a lofty God possibly exhibit the uncontrollable reactions of a beast! Even if He had condensed His divine body into a beast form out of personal whims, He would never stoop to such a state!

Anyone who wasn’t a fool could tell that He had deliberately insulted this guy back then.

Now, not only had He rudely tracked Him down with divine power, but He was also asking such a question…

Deyth gritted his teeth in secret.

This damned God of Wealth was truly cunning and despicable—to avoid revealing His true divine expression, He had completely switched to a cat form as His divine body, making it impossible to discern any specific expression.

How could He possibly analyze the other’s true intentions from a fluffy, round, and innocent-looking cat face?

Using such an infuriating tone, He asked a question that made it impossible to tell whether it was sarcastic mockery, deliberate provocation, or genuine ignorance—as if He hadn’t even understood the phrase “in heat” that He had used to insult Him!

But even for a newly born deity, it generally only took half a year to absorb the laws and wisdom contained within the Divinity.

Once a God exists and completes the fusion with their Divinity, they become transcendent beings entirely, unlike “humans” who still possess and emphasize concepts like “age.”

How could He not understand even this?

Deyth simply refused to believe it.

He must be feigning ignorance!

“Deyth?”

After waiting quietly for a while, the cat-eared deity, who had been trying hard to imitate Oliver’s usual demeanor to display patience and courtesy, began to twitch his tail restlessly.

Why had Deyth, who had always been annoyingly talkative in their previous two encounters, suddenly fallen silent?

What concerned Him most was…

Oliver was waiting for Him to return.

Eager to return to His beloved believer, the cat-eared deity unconsciously narrowed His eyes.

His previously relaxed back slowly arched, subtly adopting a posture ready to attack at any moment.

In truth, His mind was indeed occupied with dangerous thoughts like, “We fought the last two times; maybe I need to beat Deyth up again to get him to talk.”

After silently observing for a while but remaining utterly confused, Havest also sensed the tension between Deyth and this new deity she had never seen before.

Seeing that Deyth, who was usually quick-tempered, had surprisingly controlled his anger this time, she immediately guessed the reason.

He must have already clashed with the other party but lost the fight.

To spare Deyth’s pride and out of curiosity about this unfamiliar new deity, she spoke up to mediate the standoff: “I think Deyth might not understand the intent behind your question, which is why he doesn’t know how to respond.”

For some reason, she vaguely sensed… that this somewhat peculiar new deity carried an aura within the divine power surrounding Him that made her feel both fond and nostalgic.

Even setting that aside, the mere fact that a new deity had been born in the long-declining divine realm was enough for her to sincerely extend goodwill.

As this thought crossed her mind, the gentle smile on Havest’s face tinged with a hint of sorrow and gloom.The one who used to actively and meticulously care for newborn deities, showing favor to weak and fallen gods, was none other than that radiant, beautiful, and powerful God King.

The large golden cat, which had been staring unblinkingly at Deyth, twitched its fluffy pointed ears nimbly toward her the moment she spoke.

Is that so?

After sensing her clear goodwill, it hesitated briefly before choosing to believe this explanation.

She was right.

It thought to itself, Deyth really did look… so foolish.

Completely unaware that this naive cat-eared deity was drawing conclusions that would infuriate him to death, Deyth finally managed to “calmly” converse with this peculiar God of Wealth under Harvest’s guidance.

While the “young” and “childish” deities were interacting, Oliver certainly wasn’t idle either.

The day’s affairs had concluded. After returning to his bedroom, he only pondered briefly before taking out the “seed maker” that had been unused all spring from his system backpack, arranging them in neat circles around himself.

Although he had abandoned his principles of “not using the game system” and “not relying on the Cat God” for the upcoming battle, the thought of imminent warfare made him crave more supplies.

While the former wasteland near the outer city walls had been initially cleared and planted with crops mainly consisting of soybeans and sorghum, some areas remained too barren.

The soil lacked stable aggregate structure and was too infertile—even the least demanding legume crops couldn’t revive it.

Previously, he thought the crops within the city would suffice to feed its people, considering the outer fields as bonus provisions that would provide extra brewing materials for the future liquor city. But now, he didn’t want to waste even those neglected corners.

Where ordinary people couldn’t farm, he would personally cultivate the land and plant corn from the game system.

More grain meant more security.

When enemy forces approached, Oliver had no intention of defending passively within the castle—others did so hoping enemy supplies would deplete first or reinforcements would arrive before the castle fell.

But that strategy required scorched earth tactics in advance: otherwise, the first mature crops of summer would become provisions for the invading army.

How could that be acceptable?

Oliver refused to let their hard work throughout spring go up in flames again.

Having already missed the autumn and winter planting seasons, Albury currently relied on Laina’s grain support for survival. If they burned summer and autumn’s hopes too, would they continue depending solely on Laina City for food?

Even if Laina could sustain it, Albury—just beginning to establish its “liquor city” reputation—would be utterly ruined.

No matter how low a city’s profits might be for merchants, some small traders unable to compete in major cities would still come. But a city repeatedly changing hands, unstable and full of holes, would be avoided like plague by all merchants.

And this was for Albury’s people.

Oliver did not believe that if he truly stepped back and ceded Albury… Count McKenna—who was both greedy and cruel, depriving and exploiting even the last remnants of freedom and life from the unfortunate refugees—would be kind enough to dispatch food supplies from Gregor City.

Once he had decided to take Albury and claim sovereignty over this city, he had resolved to protect its people.

On this point, Fosse undoubtedly shared the same view.

Although it was still unknown how many soldiers Count McKenna would bring, whether they hired mercenaries temporarily or mobilized the guards trained in Laina, they had to choose to take the initiative and engage the enemy outside the city. As for the people of Albury… the few who had fled to Laina and returned to their homeland this time had received some training while working during the winter and could be of some use.

As for the others who had been enslaved or were already slaves… it was better to leave them out of it for now.

While Oliver focused on his thoughts, his hands never stopped moving.

He swiftly collected the “corn seeds” generated by the “seed maker” into his backpack, replenished the raw corn materials, and simultaneously multitasked by “crafting” bombs in the system’s manufacturing panel.

Although top-tier bombs had a larger blast radius, the materials required were too rare, making them unsuitable for large-scale use.

The bombs Oliver was “crafting” were intermediate-level ones—easier to obtain in terms of materials and with considerable destructive power, capable of injuring or destroying all life and objects within a 5-meter radius.

Though he had once grown accustomed to such mechanical, laborious tasks, ever since the Cat God appeared, the deity would often use divine power to manipulate those adorable little golden coins to handle the work for him.

He had hardly ever needed to do it himself since.

Having to personally attend to these trivial and monotonous tasks again after so long, Oliver didn’t feel bored or annoyed yet, but he couldn’t help missing the considerate and capable cat-eared deity even more.

Although he had vaguely sensed it last time…

Now, he was completely certain—he had unconsciously grown entirely accustomed to the Cat God’s presence, and subconsciously, he always took it for granted that the other would remain by his side forever.

…This was not a good thing.

Oliver frowned slightly.

Despite their long time together, he could confirm that this deity was simple-minded and adorable.

They wouldn’t maliciously pretend just to toy with humans; nor were they fickle, so there was no need to worry that they might grow tired and suddenly leave, never to return.

But they were, after all, a deity.

Even if the sudden disappearance of the God King had proven that “deities are not truly immortal,” the length of their existence would undoubtedly far surpass his.

Perhaps their current clinginess was merely because they had no friends.

After meeting Deyth, would they gradually become more interested in spending time with another deity and drift away from him?

“What’s going on?”

Realizing that he was actually feeling insecure, Oliver chuckled softly and muttered self-mockingly, “This isn’t like me.”

But…

He unconsciously glanced out the window at the bright, high-hanging moon.

The Cat God who said “I’ll be back soon” – why is there still no sign of him until now?

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