They now have no power to return to their ancestral land.
The goddess of wisdom slightly raised her head, her eyes slanted upwards, and tried to look at the single black eye on her forehead.
But no matter how hard she tried, she would never be able to see that eyeball.
"Although I don't know what the purpose of this 'virus' attached to us is."
"However... it should attract the person who planted the virus in us."
Abandoning her somewhat foolish action, she lowered her head and addressed the assembled gods:
"Since he chose us, he must have something he wants to know."
“We can use our divine status to communicate with him, and even…”
"Use him?"
The god of war suddenly spoke up, drawing a glance from the goddess of wisdom.
Unexpectedly, this usually ineffective god also has his moments of use.
She nodded, and then said:
"Yes, but we can't be too obvious."
"You need to know that we are definitely no match for him."
All the gods present listened quietly to her plan and nodded in agreement.
To be able to fight the Goddess of Justice to a draw? Wow.
Just thinking about it makes you realize how incredibly strong that person is.
"Therefore, we need to help him first and figure out his true purpose."
A glint of anticipation flashed in the eyes of the goddess of wisdom, as if she had already foreseen the success of their plan.
"Once we gain his trust, we might even be able to use him to enter the [First Land]!"
These words made all the gods present's eyes light up; even the god of light and the god of war abandoned their previous fear.
Amidst the gods' anticipation, the god of love suddenly interjected:
"That human must have been a man."
Ignoring the gazes of the surrounding deities, she gently lifted her hair, revealing her skin to everyone without any concealment.
This action caused all the gods present to widen their eyes and fix their gazes on her.
The goddess of the hunt beside her felt somewhat ashamed, blushed, and turned her head to the side, no longer looking at her.
Only the goddess of wisdom remained calm, her brow furrowed, as if she already knew the answer, and asked the question knowingly:
What do you want to do?
“I would say that if he were a man, things would be much easier.”
Cupid's lips curled into a confident, alluring smile.
In an instant, the entire palace fell silent, and even the birds circling outside seemed to be drawn in by the atmosphere.
At this moment, only the resolute clanging of the blacksmith's hammer echoed across the entire mountaintop, bringing a touch of sorrow to the deathly silence.
Now, many gods understand the intentions of the god of love.
What else could it be? She naturally wanted to do what she did best—
"Leave the task that earns his trust to me."
After receiving the tacit approval of the gods, the goddess of wisdom felt slightly embarrassed and had to cough lightly.
After all, as a goddess of purity, she, like the goddess of the hunt beside her, had some reservations about such matters.
But indeed, no man should be able to resist the charm of Cupid.
After a moment's thought, the goddess of wisdom agreed with the god of love's approach.
"Then it's up to you."
"I believe that with our meticulous planning, we will definitely succeed!"
The other gods also agreed, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.
At that moment, they had only one thought in their minds:
As expected, the goddess of wisdom was needed to devise a plan, and she easily came up with so many flawless schemes.
However, just as the gods were filled with anticipation, a sudden, abrupt sound came from a corner of the palace:
"Since we've already been infected with the virus, then..."
How do you know he can't hear our conversation?
The heavy voice seemed to carry the struggle of burning fire and the clash of steel, like the voice of a middle-aged man who had experienced many hardships.
As soon as he finished speaking, Vulcan, who had been hiding in the corner forging iron, raised his head.
He put down the hammer, his thick beard trailing behind him, and drew the fire back into the furnace.
Upon hearing this, all the gods present fell silent, their gazes fixed on the goddess of wisdom.
Even the goddess of wisdom was somewhat bewildered at this point.
Her eyes widened, as if she hadn't expected this at all.
"Uh... huh?"
"No...it shouldn't be possible, right?"
Judging from her expression, she had no idea this was going to happen.
However, at this moment,
"Congratulations, you got it right."
The sudden sound rang out in the palace, startling the gods present.
Their eyes darted quickly across the palace, trying to find the source of the sound.
The God of Light, in particular, turned deathly pale and momentarily lost control of his expression, appearing extremely astonished.
Where did this sound come from?
The next instant.
A twisted, dark wind spiraled down from the sky, meandering like a snake, and entered the palace.
The wind quickly reached the ground, stirring up a dark storm.
The gods all stared wide-eyed, took a few steps back, and silently watched the small tornado filled with an eerie aura.
In the midst of the storm, a black, elegantly designed chair appeared out of thin air in the center of the wind.
As the storm gradually subsided, it came into view of the gods.
A man wearing a black trench coat sat demurely in a chair.
He had one leg raised, one elbow resting on the armrest, and his palm supporting his cheek, as if watching a farce performed by the gods.
Most notably, a one-eyed raven perched on his shoulder.
The wind gradually died down, and the remaining dark storm transformed into blooming feathers in the air, slowly drifting down.
"But there was no reward."
Amidst the astonishment of all the gods, who stared wide-eyed and gaped, Victor chuckled softly.
He casually glanced around at the gods present and said indifferently:
"alright."
"Now, tell me everything I want to know."
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