HTLCCBFT Chapter 239

Has The Lord’s Career Chart Been Filled Today? – Chapter 239

In some legends that were once widely popular but later became obscure with the silence of the God and the decline of faith, the divine realm above the starry sky is the eternal abode of the deities.

Within that everlasting divine realm, there is never wind, never heavy rain, and never falling snow.

In the central area, divine temples stand atop clusters of snow-white clouds, all intimately gathered around the most magnificent and pristine God-King’s Hall.

Atop its peak, resembling a snow-capped mountain, a warm and radiant white light forever shines—a brilliance condensed from the purest Divinity Power of the god of light.

Before the immaculate God-King’s Hall lies an endless rose garden: under the meticulous care of the beautiful goddess who presides over them, their tender leaves remain evergreen, their vibrant petals bloom luxuriantly, and their rich fragrance permeates the air.

The most beautiful rose blooming in the garden is carefully plucked by her every day.

The compassionate god-king cherishes all living things, and among flowers and plants, his favorite is the rose—this is widely known.

Rose is fortunate to preside over the flower most beloved by His Majesty, so even if the other deities envy her, they endure it when she gleefully pushes past them to accompany the god-king.

They watch helplessly as she diligently presents that rose to the beloved Majesty of all deities.

He always accepts it with a smile.

“I like it very much.”

For the people of the mortal world, the start of a day is often determined by the morning sunlight.

But for the Everlight divine race[mfn]永昼神族(Yǒng zhòu shénzú)[/mfn], a beautiful day begins not with the proud and silent Sunn, the god of the sun, but with witnessing the beautiful smile of His Majesty.

The joyful deities reside there, only descending to the mortal world when they truly cannot gather near His Majesty.

After fulfilling their duties, they occasionally glance at their most devout followers and, in good spirits, bestow them with some gifts.

For the immortal deities, such days seemed never to bring weariness and would never come to an end. Even deities with weak divine power would receive the care of that most beautiful and compassionate Majesty, avoiding the fate of falling into slumber.

—That tranquil and peaceful existence came to an abrupt halt the moment the god-king vanished without warning.

Since being nearly shattered by that unreasonable, savage big cat, Deyth, who usually loves to wander around, has been forced to stay confined in his divine temple, patiently waiting for his divine body to slowly repair itself.

Although the Rose Goddess’s unauthorized intrusions irritate him, making him wish he could grow limbs immediately to drive away her gloating expression.

Yet when she no longer appears for a long time, he… feels somewhat bored.

With nothing else to do, he involuntarily recalls the past.

Back when His Majesty was still here, and everyone was still around.

Deyth pursed his lips, knowing full well that no other deity would barge into his divine temple again, but he couldn’t help lowering his gaze to conceal the glimmer of moisture that flashed in his eyes.

Perhaps it has been too long; those cherished memories of His Majesty, which he had carefully guarded and dared not think of nor bear to part with, have gradually become blurred and distant.

This made him feel profound fear for the first time.

He was acutely aware that he possessed the worst temper and sharpest tongue among the deities, which made him universally disliked by other gods. Only a handful of mild-tempered deities chose to tolerate him—such as the Harvest Goddess.

Even Plage, who shared similar temperament traits, could only occasionally exchange words with him and could hardly be considered a true friend.

Deyth pressed his lips tighter.

Yet the supreme God-King… had always treated him with such gentleness.

Those eyes, condensed from the most beautiful blue of the sky, not only reflected his awkward expressions but always brimmed with soft laughter, radiating a warm glow that seemed capable of illuminating everything around them.

He would affectionately call him “Little Deyth,” permitting him to sit on the stone steps beneath the God-King’s throne despite the jealous gazes of other deities. When Deyth was in a foul mood, the God-King would gently stroke his hair like a breeze caressing tender leaves.

He wasn’t unaware of why other deities voluntarily fell into slumber: unable to bear the agony of never seeing His Majesty again, enduring the torment of hopeless waiting, and unwilling to let those beautiful memories fade with time.

What fools they were.

Deyth closed his eyes, stubbornly thinking: He would never do that. Every memory of His Majesty had long been secretly buried deep within his divinity—so many, so very many…

“Ah!!!”

At that moment, he suddenly sensed something, his eyes widening in disbelief!

That was…

His mouth slowly fell agape, almost suspecting he was still dreaming.

That was…

He desperately repeated the sensing, terrified of experiencing the same illusion Rose had that day.

Yet every strand of divine sense he released clearly conveyed the same information—not so much throwing him into uncontrollable ecstasy as rendering him momentarily incredulous after such prolonged, numbing anticipation.

That was—His Majesty’s divine power!!!

“Your Majesty!!!”

After repeatedly confirming this wasn’t Dream suddenly awakening to play tricks on him, Deyth could no longer remain in the divine temple.

Despite being notoriously proud and image-conscious, he completely disregarded how wretched he looked with only a head remaining, utterly abandoning his previous plan of “greeting His Majesty with the most elegant composure upon his awakening.”

The divine power originally reserved for restoring his divine body was gambled away like a desperate bet, all expended on “moving” his head.

Thus he “hopped” absurdly across fluffy clouds—in a manner that would surely draw endless mockery from other deities—hopping, hopping, hopping until he reached the area he’d visited countless times before but hadn’t dared approach since confirming the God-King’s disappearance.

“Your Majesty…”

Finally beholding the long-yearned-for temple, he strained to widen his eyes as tears cascaded like a broken dam.

Deyth didn’t care in the slightest.

With his drenched face, he held his breath, gazing obsessively at the familiar temple that had finally reappeared after all these years of waiting.

And that tall, elegant deity, dressed as before in a snow-white robe, whose silhouette alone was as beautiful as a painting.

Among the divine race, renowned for their handsome or enchanting appearances, he was undoubtedly the most superior god-king. At this moment, he was not seated on the pure white throne deep within the divine temple but stood amidst the vast rose garden.

His brow was slightly furrowed, lips pressed together faintly, as if somewhat uncomfortable, while a budding rose rested peacefully in his palm.

“My Majesty, my dear Majesty.”

“His voice choked with emotion, even after gazing longingly at the god-king from not far away for a long time, Deyth tried several times before finally uttering a hoarse, almost unbearable sound.”

If given a choice, he would never have wanted to welcome his Majesty’s return in such a pitiful and ridiculous state—but compared to losing face, he couldn’t bear to wait any longer.

Hearing his call, the god-king, who seemed lost in his own thoughts, turned his gaze toward him.

Just the sight of those clear blue eyes, which he had dreamed of missing, made Deyth’s tears fall even more uncontrollably.

After a brief moment of surprise and hesitation, those exquisitely beautiful eyes curved slightly, revealing the gentle smile Deyth knew and loved most.

“Little Deyth.”

Then, he heard the melodious call that had appeared countless times in his dreams—”How did you get so badly injured?”

Originally just angry at that darn cat, Deyth was instantly overwhelmed by a surge of grievance when comforted by his most beloved majesty.

“Your Majesty!” I… I just got hurt in a fight.”

He had intended to complain, but the words caught in his throat at the last moment: “I, I just got into a fight and got hurt accidentally.”

He didn’t want His Majesty to think he was useless!

The majesty chuckled softly, not setting down the rose in his hand, but naturally beckoned to him with his free hand.

The gesture was like calling a stubborn little wildcat that had been injured in a fight with its companions but insisted on licking its wounds with a barbed tongue: “Come here, little Deyth.”

Before the words fully faded, the once-stubborn God of Death obediently went over.

However, just as he prepared to continue “hopping” over in that foolish posture, a gentle yet powerful force surged through his entire body.

It felt like being softly kissed by a tender sprout—in the blink of an eye, the divine body that had been violently shattered by the God of Wealth was completely healed by the god-king’s divine power.

“I still prefer you like this.”

The god-king said with a smile.

While Deyth was still staring in awe at his restored divine body, the god-king continued to comb through and integrate his memories as both the god-king and the “human Oliver.”

Just moments ago, as the seal he had always mistaken for a “game system”—but was actually his own divine power—completely dissolved, the sudden influx of vast information and seemingly endless powerful divine power had left him momentarily immobile, let alone able to go find his cat god.

But now…

He would go soon.

The owner of the clearest, most beautiful blue eyes smiled faintly, his delicate fingertips gently stroking the small rose that, though still in bud, was already on the verge of withering.

With a subtle release of abundant divine power, the rose was instantly restored to vibrant life.

Yet what was gradually awakening wasn’t merely this small rose—centered around this snow-white divine temple, the ripples of cosmic order brought by the god-king’s return slowly spread outward.

All things stirred to life, every sound revived, and the deities sunk in deep slumber would soon awaken one by one.

Deyth gazed greedily at the elegant and composed god-king.

He knew perfectly well he couldn’t monopolize His Majesty—those annoying beings would soon awaken and come to occupy positions near the sovereign…

But he was the only one who had truly waited faithfully for His Majesty’s return!

The usually tongue-tied God of Death, now utterly frantic, still couldn’t form a single pleasant phrase despite his agitation.

He had countless questions—why His Majesty had disappeared back then, why he’d been absent so long, why only now he returned.

Yet compared to the overwhelming longing filling his heart, those answers seemed utterly insignificant.

After all, he’d already appeared before His Majesty in the most humiliating state—reduced to just a head, shedding countless tears.

All he wanted now was to kneel, embrace the knees of this most gentle and magnificent God like a human child, and repeatedly kiss those slender fingertips…

Finally, under the god-king’s tolerant and encouraging gaze, Deyth found the words he most wanted to say, rushing to voice them before those other annoying deities could arrive.

“Your Majesty, please listen,” he stammered incoherently, “I’ve waited for you so very long, I’ve missed you constantly, to finally see you—”

Hearing this, the incomparably beautiful god-king who had been somewhat distracted suddenly let out a soft sigh.

He smiled gently at the bewildered Deyth, with a mixture of helplessness and amusement.

“Little Deyth, didn’t you see me just recently?”

The God of Death stared in bewildered shock.

Recently? Seen?

He desperately searched his memories but found no trace, completely failing to comprehend His Majesty’s words.

“No, to be precise, it was far more than merely seeing.” The god-king, whose every movement shone like the stars he so adored, curved his lips into a benevolent and indulgent smile, speaking words that would leave Deyth too embarrassed to appear before him for the next decade:

“So quick to forget? Let me remind you—it was you, Deyth, who kidnapped my avatar walking the mortal realm.”

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