King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1347 - 1347 1332 Dividing the World

Chapter 1347: Chapter 1332: Dividing the World Chapter 1347: Chapter 1332: Dividing the World “Death God Power?!”

Surprised exclamations rippled through the incomplete Semi Plane, as deities caught sight of that obscure shade of divine power and looked towards Muria with eyes filled with wariness.

Those who mastered the office of Death among deities were an exceptionally unique presence, and unless one’s brain is holed, generally no god would choose to clash with the death god but would instead try to curry favor.

It wasn’t just because of the special nature of the divine power controlled by the death god; more importantly, many of the divine arts developed by the death god’s line are of the instant death variety.

Although gods can be immune to such game-breaking magics, the faithful god is never a solitary individual; under their command, still lies a vast church, and instant-death attacks are far too lethal for an organization.

“Who would have thought His Majesty not only masters the office of the Sun but has also touched upon the domain of Death. No wonder the Sun god was so secretive and wanted to personally recruit him. He even directly refused. I wouldn’t agree either if I were in his place.”

Looking at Muria, a deity couldn’t help but express admiration, even using a term of respect, because what Muria revealed was just too shocking.

“It’s only a matter of time before His Majesty becomes a god with powerful divine force. I estimate that it won’t be long before he can sit on an equal footing with His Majesty the Sun god.”

Even the weakest among the deities, those with intermediate divine strength, shared exchanges of admiration for Muria, while the Feathered Fire God standing by Muria’s side felt a trace of pride in his heart.

As an existence personally subdued by Muria, he naturally knew that what Muria concealed was far more astonishing than what he had so far revealed. If it were all shaken out,

“Hmm, I guess the Divine Lord would probably be attacked by all. I’m likely to perish along with it.”

Thinking this, the Feathered Fire God’s heart tensed slightly. Before the Divine Lord fully rose to power, such information absolutely couldn’t be leaked. Otherwise, it’s unpredictable what might happen.

“Indeed, one should not underestimate you, the younger generation! So young, yet not only have you delved into the Sun, you’ve even gained control over Death. Truly fearsome!”

His searing divine power drifted in front of Muria, remnants of a Sun god’s avatar destroyed by the death god power. And as a beam of light fell from the hanging sun in the sky of the Semi Plane, these lingering divine forces flocked like home-seeking birds into the gradually emerging silhouette within that beam of light.

“I recognize you now, young successor.”

The reconstituted avatar of the Sun god looked at Muria, his face covered in crimson divine light, showing no emotion. Having been destroyed once, he showed no intention of continuing to fight with Muria.

“Worthy of being a primordial deity.” Since the ancient deity who held solar divine authority was so easy to speak to, Muria naturally took a step back, no longer entangling with him. If it really came to blows, it’s still uncertain who would lose.

Gods with powerful divine force, whose avatars had been destroyed, had no intention of continuing to trouble Muria; naturally, other deities wouldn’t bother Muria for no good reason either.

Thus, as if nothing had happened, under the leadership of the five gods with powerful divine force, a very loosely binding covenant was formed.

The content of the covenant was simply that the deities should not attack each other for a set period, not wage war against each other, and those they were allowed to attack were deities who were not invited to this meeting.

And in fact, those deities who were not qualified to participate were already regarded as interests that could be divided and started to be apportioned by the many powerful deities.

Muria felt this scene was hauntingly familiar, with the most powerful gods in the world banding together to distribute other weaker deities, races, and domains, all without their knowledge.

The posture was exceedingly proud, but all the gods present possessed strength to match this pride. And Muria’s strength just happened to allow him to become one of those apportioning the benefits, and moreover, in an upper-middle position.

Because of this strength, he also had priority just after the powerful gods, allowing him to choose in advance which deity race and domain he wished to subdue, of course, all within his quota.

The distribution of interests was immensely lengthy because two deities might covet the same piece of domain or race, necessitating negotiation and bargaining, even drawing in other deities.

And deities, after all, are beings with a very poor concept of time so this meeting would go on indefinitely, and the chaotic world, because of the strongest ones entering into negotiations, seemed much calmer.

…

“Dad, it’s been five years, and the meeting isn’t over yet? They really can drag things out, huh?”

On a sunny morning, after taking her routine stroll around the ten major domains governed by the Divine Court, Tiffany inquired of her father who sat within the Temple, and the answer he gave her was completely unexpected.

“Just ended,” Muria’s eyes revealed a hint of exhaustion. The allocations made during the Pantheon Meeting would affect the future, even the very survival of the deities themselves; the gods, who lacked nothing but time, would naturally argue over every small detail, incessantly babbling like market women who act as if they wish they could split a coin in two to spend it twice.

“Ah, it’s over?” His daughter, who was about to take a nap, lifted her head in surprise, looking at Muria with her bright eyes wide as saucers, “That’s it? Just like that?”

“Everything has been allocated.”

“So, Father, how much did you get?”

“Fifty-nine domains,” Muria said blandly.

“That few? Dad, what’s going on? Were you attending that meeting just to be stepped on by other deities?” Tiffany blurted out discontentedly upon hearing Muria’s words, for it was far less than she had expected.

“What kind of language is that? Am I not disciplining you enough?” Muria reined in his divine dignity and displayed his “loving father” persona.

“You only throw your weight around at home,” Tiffany said, retreating a few steps while holding her forehead, though she seemed timid, the words she spoke were unwaveringly firm,

“Have the nerve to do that at the Pantheon Meeting with other gods, why are you flaunting your authority at your daughter? You only got so little and still have the mood to lecture me?”

“So, you think I attended the meeting and kindly let others take advantage of my rightful share without saying a word, is that it?” Muria also saw the reason his daughter, who was clearly very frightened, would still dare to talk back to him.

When she heard about the number of domains her father got, she subconsciously felt that her father had been shortchanged and had even tolerated it, which was extremely inconsistent with the image of her father she had in mind.

“What else then?” The Dragon Girl asked reflexively, and then she posed a reasoned query, “Right now, the number of domains that have emerged has reached one thousand seven hundred sixty-five, while the number of divine beings who attended the meeting was only twenty-eight, and the allocation didn’t even reach the average. Isn’t it obvious you’ve been bullied by the others when they ganged up on you?”

“Are you talking back to me over this?” Muria looked at his daughter, who had tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, somewhat between laughter and tears, “Since when did you start thinking that quantity is everything?”

“You weren’t bullied?” Tiffany blinked her large eyes.

“Indeed, some gods wanted to bully your father; didn’t you also see the Long Spear that fell from the Sun that day? But you know my temperament, I fought back,” Muria explained.

“Then…”

“The domains I’ve been allocated have a decent size, and the resources are quite abundant, so although the number is a bit lower than the average, the quality is not bad,” Muria said, squinting his eyes with a trace of reticence.

“So that’s how it is, that’s great,” Tiffany wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, showing a radiant smile on her face. It was only natural for her to be happy that her father had gained advantages.

“Don’t get too happy too soon; this is just an informal division amongst us deities. The rulers within those allocated domains won’t recognize it,” Muria said soberly.

Muria saw clearly that the domains allocated by the Pantheon Meeting only signified the legitimate qualification to conquer and occupy them, not a guarantee that others wouldn’t intervene if they couldn’t be taken down.

“What are you waiting for then? Father, quickly give the order; let’s conquer all those allocated domains,” Tiffany said enthusiastically. Expanding territory was something highly motivating for someone like her with a strong desire to rule, the daughter of the Dragon King.

“You just stay put; the number of divine beings in the domains I selected is not small,” Muria said, lightly tapping his daughter’s forehead without using much force.

…

A burning wind, devoid of the slightest hint of moisture, blew over a simple village seemingly made of mere earth, where falling grains of sand whirled about in the violent gusts, but the residents paid no mind to their increasingly precarious homes.

In light of the clear weather that had persisted for three months, the collapsing of houses was trivial in comparison. The ongoing drought and the continuous depletion of water sources were the crucial threats to their survival.

“Linda, it’s time. Hurry and queue up, or else there won’t be any water left, and no one’s going to have sympathy for us, an old and young pair,” an elderly voice called out from a humble, dilapidated hut. A childish, somewhat hoarse voice responded before a small, lean girl with dark skin could be seen hurriedly running with a clay pot towards the only well in the village still drawing water.

Shortly after, the girl returned home cautiously with a jar of turbid well water, only to see a gaunt figure draped in a hemp Robe, sitting not far from her home’s entrance. His eyes were lightly closed, and he seemed on the verge of collapse.