Has The Lord’s Career Chart Been Filled Today? – Chapter 190
“What is this?”
Oliver curiously cradled the shimmering sphere in his hands.
As a gift forcibly sent by the God of Death, it trembled slightly as if frightened, but soon returned to complete stillness, obediently resting in the blond lord’s palm.
“It’s a star.”
Noticing that his partner seemed to genuinely like this gift, the Cat-eared God gradually let his hostility fade away. Instead, he couldn’t suppress a wave of frustration and disappointment. Pressing his lips together, he stared at the “star” for a moment before suppressing the mischievous thought of “secretly discarding it after Oliver falls asleep.”
“A star?!” Oliver was thoroughly startled by this answer.
His hand trembled, causing the obediently resting star in his palm to jump slightly.
“But why do I feel,” Oliver gazed at this suddenly immensely precious and fairytale-like “gift,” hesitating, “…it seems more like a conscious life form?”
There was no helping it—the fact that he was holding a “star” in his hand was simply too disruptive to his understanding.
Apart from his initial period of ignorance and fearlessness, he had quickly been forced to realize that the “God” he thought he could casually invoke was very much real. Moreover, the deities existing in the world were far more numerous than the one constantly by his side.
Setting that aside, he himself carried a game system that, perhaps due to being functionally incomplete, seemed rather peculiar.
Yet in this world filled with unscientific wonders, the Duke stubbornly maintained a path of scientific rationality, cleverly leveraging the influence of theology to impart knowledge about scientific planting, breeding, and other practical matters to his people.
The consequence of this approach was that, after deeply immersing himself for a while, he would occasionally be abruptly jolted awake by something beyond his capacity to process.
Shouldn’t a “star” that falls to the ground be a meteorite?
Leaving aside potential radiation and toxins… Oliver blinked, carefully weighing it in his hand.
—It was about as heavy as the white bread he had eaten for breakfast that morning.
This was clearly not the weight a star should have in his understanding.
Even if it contained phosphorus, it couldn’t possibly emit such a bright light continuously.
After carefully studying it for a while, Oliver fully accepted the reality that its existence couldn’t be explained by science, and he was about to enter the time when the system would forcibly make him rest.
Just before being compelled to fall unconscious, he hesitated but ultimately placed the star on the exquisite small silver cabinet by the bedside—where the former cat god statue used to reside—and casually asked, “Why does the star… always emit white light?”
The Cat-eared God, with a calm expression, suddenly flicked his fluffy long tail upon hearing this and earnestly replied, “Because, this is a very pure soul.”
Seeing the sparkling eyes of his beloved little partner, the Cat-eared God felt a bit displeased, but for the first time, he felt somewhat impressed by Deyth, the God of Death.
At the very least, Oliver truly liked the gift Deyth had sent.
In the eyes of a deity, “purity” must simultaneously encompass noble origins, an untainted body, extreme devotion, minimal desires, and sublime virtues.
Among these virtues, achieving one or two of them isn’t particularly difficult, but possessing all of them is nearly impossible.
The reason is simple: devout followers inevitably crave recognition from the God with fervent passion, and the process of attaining it often requires methods that don’t align with “noble virtues.”
The ‘cleaner’ a soul is, the more it shines in the all-seeing divine eyes, and the longer its radiance lasts.
If Deyth, the God of Death, were to whimsically decide to fulfill his duties, every soul in the mortal realm would be guided and spontaneously flock to him.
It wouldn’t be like that time when the God of Wealth, entrusted by Oliver, had to personally capture them one by one and have the dull-witted souls follow behind him.
Despite this, Deyth’s Divinity carries a preference for collecting pure souls—somewhat like how ordinary humans enjoy collecting dazzling, brilliant gems. This soul, which clearly could radiate for a long time, couldn’t possibly be a casual gift from the God of Death; it must be a cherished treasure he was reluctant to part with.
It was a very precious gift.
But given Deyth’s personality, he would never openly and generously give it away, always pretending to be indifferent—even if he had just painfully parted with one of the gifts originally intended for the future awakening of the god-king.
The calm-faced Cat-eared God didn’t realize at all that the relaxed smile at the corner of Oliver’s lips had suddenly frozen.
“…A soul?”
After a long moment, Oliver found his voice again, which sounded slightly stiff.
“Mhm.”
The golden-haired deity took the opportunity to sit close to him, seemingly very interested in this star as well: “And it’s a rare, very clean and transparent soul… but it’s not as bright as Oliver’s!”
Oliver’s was the brightest!
He added clumsily but sincerely: “Brighter than even Havest and Deyth, who are surrounded by divine power!”
Of course, this was impossible.
A human soul, without the protection of abundant divine power and pure power of faith, no matter how beautiful, couldn’t be brighter than that of a deity.
But he genuinely believed it.
However, Oliver couldn’t hear the cat god’s loving confession for the time being.
“Is it a human soul?”
He asked dazedly, clinging to a sliver of hope.
The cat god blinked, clearly feeling a bit guilty and confused that Oliver would ask such an obvious question.
He cautiously replied: “Yes.” Had he done something wrong again?
Oliver: “……”
He suddenly felt that the “star” in his hand… had become incredibly heavy and burning.
By the cat god above.
His breath hitched.
He had never even dreamed that he would, unknowingly, be toying with someone’s pitiful soul as if it were a plaything.
What made him even more uneasy was the cat god’s reaction.
Collecting beautiful souls as casually as collecting pretty gems, even casually giving them away as gifts.
To him, a human, this was utterly intolerable wickedness, but to deities, it was a commonplace matter.
No.
He shouldn’t think of the cat god that way.
The cat god was different.
“Can we let him go?” After quickly convincing himself, Oliver suppressed the sudden surge of negative emotions—whether directed at Deyth or himself—and barely maintained a calm expression as he asked nonchalantly, “Would it anger Deyth, or have any negative effects on him… I mean, this star?”
“No, it won’t.”
The confusion in the cat god’s eyes deepened.
For some reason, He felt that His little companion’s mood seemed to have suddenly soured.
Was it because of this star? Or was it Deyth’s fault?
While pondering hard, He answered Oliver’s question: “Although Deyth is petty, He has already gifted this to Oliver. No matter what you do, He won’t get angry. The traces of divine power left by Deyth have faded significantly. If Oliver doesn’t want it, I won’t reinforce the restraints on it. In that case, it will leave under the protection of the wisp of source divine power left by Deyth and smoothly find a place where the soul can rest completely.”
So that’s how it is.
Although the cat god wasn’t skilled at explaining and couldn’t distinguish key points, Oliver still obtained the information he wanted.
The situation was slightly better than he had imagined—at least, after briefly retaining this pure soul transformed into a “star,” the deity would only admire it for a while before gifting a strand of source divine power and sending it to where it belonged.
That was both protection and compensation.
Even a tiny amount, as long as it originated from the power source of divinity, could greatly benefit a human soul.
After turning into a “star,” a human soul no longer retained memories or could feel emotions like pain. Only a faint consciousness remained, capable of receiving divine commands.
That was why the soul he held in his hands showed reactions resembling “nervousness.”
Having clarified all this, Oliver let out a soft sigh of relief.
Though he didn’t know why, he didn’t want to dislike that black-haired, black-eyed, lively God of Death from earlier.
“Huh?”
But as soon as he relaxed, he fell into confusion again.
…Why did he know that “the power source originating from divinity could benefit human souls”?
The cat god clearly hadn’t mentioned any of this to him.
“I don’t need this.”
Realizing time was running short that evening, he set aside his thoughts and quickly placed the star in the cat god’s hands, saying swiftly, “The star is beautiful. But he should return to the night sky. Such gentle light should fall upon the relatives who miss him, not be enjoyed by me alone. Dear cat god, please send him away—”
His words cut off abruptly.
A moment later, the person as beautiful as dawn completely lost consciousness, his clear blue eyes slowly closing.
His slender, pale fingers lost their strength, like tender buds brushed by a breeze, softly resting on the star that hadn’t been fully released.
“Alright.”
Though aware Oliver was asleep and couldn’t hear his response, the tall, handsome God nodded solemnly in reply.
Then, expressionless, He reached out and, like a kitten batting a ball of yarn, instantly flicked the star entrusted to Him by His little companion over.
Suddenly facing an overwhelmingly powerful God, the star miraculously felt no fear, instead waiting quietly for something.
“Oliver said, let you go.”
He declared this to it with a solemn expression.
Then, completely unwilling to wait for Deyth’s divine power to dissipate naturally, he directly channeled a wisp of divine power to remove the layer of restraint Deyth had placed upon its surface.
The moment the faint black mist was dispelled by golden light, it nimbly bounced.
Before its barely perceptible bounce could land a second time, the God of Wealth’s divine power—even if just a trace, appeared overwhelmingly mighty—like a gale sweeping through a forest and carrying away a withered leaf, completely enveloped it.
At the center of this gale, it remained completely unharmed.
Allowing that divine power to carry it far away, it soon arrived at the Land of Eternal Rest for souls.
“Star, better not.”
After accomplishing all this, the deity’s cat ears finally perked up happily again as he contentedly embraced his beloved partner.
When he first saw Oliver looking curious and delighted about the star, he had considered collecting glowing stars of different colors himself to make him even happier.
Fortunately, he hadn’t done so, nor had he mentioned it.
Oliver didn’t like it anymore!
The God of Wealth thought with concealed satisfaction.
Giving an unwanted gift—Deyth really was still a fool.
This was truly wonderful.
His large, fluffy tail deftly swept over, brushing against a section of slender calf that emerged from the snow-white bedding—skin so fair and luminous it surpassed the whiteness of the sheets, with perfectly proportioned bone and flesh.
The pale golden fur made that slender leg appear breathtakingly white, while the tail, like a loyal big cat guarding its most treasured possession, slowly wrapped around it completely.
He tenderly kissed the corner of Oliver’s lips, the joy in his heart nearly overflowing.
“I love you.”
With boundless happiness and sweetness, he carefully held his most beloved partner and whispered softly, “Oliver.”
