HTLCCBFT Chapter 194

Has The Lord’s Career Chart Been Filled Today? – Chapter 194

As a kidnapper on a whim, Deyth certainly wouldn’t be considerate enough to transform into a “ferocious beast” form capable of carrying humans—nor would he allow a human to ride on his back, no matter how beautiful or special that human might appear.

He chose the fastest and most effortless method.

In an instant, Oliver’s vision went dark. Before he could even open his mouth to dissuade the other, the world before him transformed.

The black-haired youth who had originally stood only slightly taller than him now seemed to have grown immensely, while the surroundings expanded to an overwhelmingly vast scale.

When Oliver realized he only reached the other’s waist, he immediately understood what had happened.

To be precise, it wasn’t the environment around him that had been temporarily altered by the capricious Deyth’s divine power—but the form of his own soul body.

— He had reverted to his childhood appearance.

“Ah, this is much more convenient now.”

Gritting his teeth imperceptibly, Deyth feigned nonchalance as he patted the area scorched by the cat god’s lingering golden mist. Then, using his uninjured hand, he effortlessly lifted the shrunken Oliver.

He stared for a moment at this tiny version of the golden-haired lord—with his large blue eyes, pale rounded cheeks, and rose-colored lips—and felt his divine sense tremble uncontrollably.

…This human was truly adorable.

Like a cat that had just inhaled catnip, his mood instantly brightened considerably. Shamelessly talking to himself, he declared: “You must have been abandoned here by that irresponsible fellow, right? Come, keep me company while I stroll.”

The power disparity between human and deity was far too great, especially in this completely unfamiliar place.

Without the cat god present, Oliver had absolutely no desire to approach this temperamental deity.

But luck wasn’t on his side—he wasn’t given any choice in the matter. Forcing himself to remain calm, he accepted his predicament of being toyed with.

Curving the corners of his lips that had previously drooped in displeasure, he explained to the one who was deliberately speaking nonsense: “O wise and benevolent God of Death, I didn’t arrive here through my own power. I’m merely waiting for the return of the deity who guards Laina’s wealth. Please release me.”

“Hmph.”

Though Oliver had deliberately avoided mentioning why the cat god would appear here, Deyth easily guessed the reason. His expression immediately soured as he puffed up angrily: “He’s meddling in others’ affairs again! That annoying wretched cat! Even if He temporarily doesn’t want to guide souls, that’s no reason for other gods to take over!”

However, he quickly relented: “Never mind.”

Despite his fury, Deyth ultimately refrained from making empty threats toward a human—after all, humans could never comprehend the greatness, pride, and dignity of Gods!

“Since he stole my toys, it’s only fitting that you take their place and accompany me in play.”

The mercurial God of Death examined with keen interest this human who, against all odds, had managed to evoke rare fondness in him. His mood seemed to improve again instantly.

Eyes curving into smiles, he said: “That deity you’re so fond of won’t be returning anytime soon, no matter how angry he gets. Come along with me quietly. Don’t worry—though I detest Him deeply, I’m not so base as to harm you.”

Before he could finish speaking, the God of Death keenly sensed that the wisp of golden mist he had dispersed had reformed, with a small portion drifting away into the distance.

Clearly, it was going to tattle to the God of Wealth.

He had to hurry and escape.

Thinking this, he stopped talking to Oliver, directly picked up his beloved new toy, wrapped him tightly in his divine power, and then flew at full speed toward the divine realm.

In the rough hands of the God of Death, Oliver certainly couldn’t enjoy the smooth comfort he had on the cat god’s back, let alone have the leisure and energy to admire the scenery only gods could reach.

Wrapped tightly in thick black mist, he felt as if he had been blindfolded and thrown into a washing machine, his internal organs jostled to the point of nearly shifting.

Even though he was a soul body, he felt his stomach churning and his head throbbing painfully.

What Oliver didn’t know was that this was because he had been forcibly dragged into the divine realm by the clumsy God of Death, who was doing this for the first time while he was not in a dream state.

The excessive impact on his soul resulted in symptoms similar to physical overstimulation.

“We’re here.”

Deyth said triumphantly, “See, isn’t this place much more beautiful than that annoying upstart’s divine temple? Compared to the temple that matches his divine power, the one Laina built for him is shabby and suits him better!”

He gleefully disparaged the God of Wealth, who always made him suffer, while Oliver lay uncomfortably on the cold black marble floor, eyes closed, taking a long time to catch his breath.

It was all his fault for making such a selfish request to the cat god.

Oliver smiled bitterly to himself—he had really gotten himself into quite a bit of trouble.

“Hey, how are you?”

Deyth, receiving no response, couldn’t help but crouch down in confusion before this soul so beautiful it seemed to glow.

He had intended to speak harshly to this human favored by the God of Wealth, but when he actually spoke to him, he inexplicably couldn’t muster any fierceness at all.

The usually rough and domineering God of Death lowered his voice by an octave, his tone soft and slightly nervous: “Could he be injured? That’s impossible.”

Although this was the first time he had brought a human soul body into the divine realm… he had wrapped him tightly in his divine power!

But.

Deyth couldn’t help thinking, this human was truly beautiful.

Even though he had deliberately shrunk him, the light around him had only grown stronger.

The God of Death silently crouched before him, his deep black eyes fixed on him.

The glowing soul reflected in his pupils was like brilliant starlight mirrored in the dark night.

After admiring him for a while, he grew increasingly puzzled.

This human named Oliver was clearly a soul body at this moment… so why could he still smell that familiar scent of roses?

Just as Deyth couldn’t resist leaning in to take another sniff, Oliver finally opened his eyes.

When his black eyes met those deep blue ones, accentuated by the black floor, a hint of guilt instinctively surfaced, and he immediately averted his gaze.

…wait.

Why was he nervous?

Deyth grew even more bewildered.

Realizing this, he stubbornly locked his gaze back on Oliver, but the restlessness in his heart still refused to settle.

Was he worried that the annoying cat would find them too quickly?

As soon as this thought emerged, Deyth shook his head.

If he were merely hiding in the divine realm, that ridiculously powerful fellow could easily track him down.

But he was currently in his own divine temple! Even that detestable creature couldn’t locate him in such a short time!

Once he had toyed with this beautiful human to his satisfaction, like playing with his favorite star, he would simply return him.

Deyth thought this was perfectly reasonable.

No matter how angry he became, the God of Wealth wouldn’t risk his life against a fellow deity over some mere human.

After this chaotic train of thought, he belatedly realized something: this human presented completely different faces before him versus before the God of Wealth.

He had seen clearly back in that lord’s bedroom in Gregor city – not only had the human offered the God of Wealth a gentle, beautiful smile, but he had allowed himself to be embraced around the waist, his azure eyes sparkling like the most devout believer making an offering to an adored deity.

Yet now facing him, the human was cold and indifferent. Though his eyes were open, he wouldn’t speak a word, wouldn’t even look at him.

Hmph.

At this thought, dissatisfaction rose in him again: Why should that annoying cat god get such a beautiful and devout believer?

“What has He promised you?” Deyth said bluntly. “He’s never even brought you to His divine realm, has He? And you must have been deceived! He definitely tricked you into believing He’s omnipotent – a newborn deity who’s only existed for little over a year through believers’ faith. Even after absorbing the divine power’s essence, He still appears foolish and simple-minded. There must be some serious flaw in His development.”

Deities didn’t need to accumulate experience laboriously like humans, nor gain knowledge and memories from ancestral teachings like mortals.

By absorbing divinity and integrating with the fragment of memories bestowed by cosmic laws, a deity would completely awaken their personality and abilities.

This was precisely what puzzled Deyth most.

If He hadn’t completed the absorption, how could He possess such formidable divine power that even Deyth couldn’t match?

If He had completed the absorption, how could He still appear so foolish, naive and simple-minded!

What Deyth didn’t expect was that before he could coldly deliver his “if you were smart, you’d convert sooner” advice, Oliver finally turned his gaze toward him and spoke with calm dignity.

“Respected Lord Deyth,” he said mildly. “If the place I’m currently in is what you call the ‘divine realm’… then the great deity I believe in has already brought me here many times before.”

He just hadn’t realized back then that the luxurious temple seemingly forged entirely from gold was the cat god’s innate ancestral home in the divine realm.

“What?!”

Just as expected, Oliver’s words immediately earned him Deyth’s astonished expression.

Like a cat startled by a sudden flame, Deyth leaped back in alarm, retreating three large steps while regarding with wariness this human whom he had just moments ago desired to coax into his service.

But to His great astonishment, the focus of His concern was completely different from what Oliver had imagined: “Impossible! How could you possibly speak my name!”

He simply couldn’t comprehend it!

He had heard it clearly – what Oliver had just uttered was the name of a god, imbued with surging divine power!

A mere human soul should never be able to directly speak a god’s name – even if a deity intentionally let him hear it and forced him to imitate, the moment the first syllable of the divine name was uttered, the human would be shattered to pieces by the immense power of cosmic laws!

Oliver watched somewhat speechlessly as this deity who had forcibly brought him here was now acting so startled and panicky.

……He was beginning to understand why the cat god had shown that subtle expression mixing disdain and displeasure when mentioning Deyth earlier.

“My apologies, I seem to have offended you. Regarding your sacred name, I heard it from the great God I worship,” he said politely.

He was very clear about one thing: no matter what, he was currently in the other’s divine temple, so he definitely shouldn’t offend the inexplicably shocked deity too severely.

Though not holding much hope, he still smiled humbly at the wide-eyed God of Death: “However, since this appears to be a misunderstanding… could I trouble you to send me back to my original place before I inadvertently offend you again?”

Send away?

It took Deyth a long moment to regain his composure.

Hesitantly, he reached out toward Oliver, attempting to physically touch this being who seemed completely unlike a human in every aspect, to figure out what was really going on: “Do you truly know nothing about this? He didn’t even mention such matters to you? You—”

His words were cut off as the stone wall on the right side of the divine temple collapsed with a thunderous crash.

At the same time, his right arm – which had been burned by the God of Wealth’s lingering divine power earlier – erupted with excruciating, bone-shattering pain.

Without even checking his arm’s condition, he stiffly turned his head, staring dumbfounded at the culprit who had first forcibly used divine power to blow up his wall, and was now staring at him expressionlessly while radiating murderous intent from head to toe. After a long pause, he finally screamed hoarsely: “&% &%, you bastard!!!”

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