Only God
Chapter 569 - 487: Disagreement in the Golden Hall (Two in One)

Chapter 569: Chapter 487: Disagreement in the Golden Hall (Two in One)

Belvan was stupefied.

"You have the star of calamity by birth."

This statement, heard by anyone seeking a fortune-teller, would either infuriate them or send them into a panic. Belvan thought the fortune-teller was trying to scare him but found Saren’s gaze utterly serious.

"What are you talking about? A star of calamity?"

Belvan couldn’t believe it,

"You have finished divining, but you clearly haven’t done anything."

Saren then explained:

"Yes, I’ve completed the divination. Did you think divination needs to be complicated, requiring a crystal ball, a star chart, and all sorts of incense? Don’t joke, I can’t afford those things.

I’ve finished the divination, and this is the result; I’m not deceiving you."

The fortune-teller’s words were very serious, not at all like someone trying to scare him.

Belvan panicked inexplicably, gasping for air until he gradually calmed down and suspected the fortune-teller was trying to deceive him.

With so many people in the world, how could he be the star of calamity? Wasn’t this just to frighten him? Those fortune-tellers profit by such means.

Thinking this, Belvan calmed down quite a bit. He figured he had come to the wrong place and shouldn’t have sought out a roadside fortune-teller for dream interpretation but should have consulted the priests in the Temple.

"Alright, that’s it then. How much do I owe you for the divination?"

Belvan stood up and asked coldly.

"Not a penny. It’s rare to see someone like you; if I took your money, I might bring misfortune upon myself."

Saren slowly stepped back, each word uttered with utmost seriousness.

Belvan looked at the serious fortune-teller, marveling at what high-level deception it was.

Without hesitation, he left the small, dim house, led by a prostitute, turning left and right following the path he had come, finally exiting the gloomy, sinister alley.

Saren watched Belvan disappear from her sight then looked down at the jumping spider in her hand.

The fortune-teller asked:

"How did this person provoke the Dream God?"

The jumping spider tilted its head, its mouthparts moved slightly, and it surprisingly produced a human voice,

"He’s provoked more than just the Dream God."

Saren gasped.

The female dwarf carefully placed the jumping spider on the table, then knelt on her knees, and in a humble tone asked:

"Noble Lord Nonari, please enlighten your humble servant, what exactly has happened to that dwarf?"

The jumping spider named Nonari slowly crawled to the edge of the table,

"Saren, are you very curious?"

Saren nodded slightly.

"But curiosity killed the cat,"

The spider spoke coolly.

Saren shivered,

"This is not for you to meddle in, nor is it for me, only my master can meddle in this matter."

The spider warned sternly.

Sweat broke out on Saren’s forehead. Of course, she knew the spider’s master was none other than the creator of the Druid race, the Curse God Yikabe.

The apparently ordinary dwarf had somehow involved the divine beings of the Celestial Kingdom, even the Curse God Yikabe.

Saren couldn’t help feeling a chill.

What exactly had this dwarf done?

.........

Belvan didn’t believe the fortune-teller’s words, thinking that all she said was meant to deceive him and swindle his money.

But he hadn’t given up on interpreting his dream; he just planned to return to the Palace first and, in the afternoon when he had free time, make a trip to visita the Craftsmen Temple to have the priests interpret his dream.

Just after returning to his study, Belvan heard a series of urgent footsteps.

He looked up to see Mura rush into the study.

The Prince’s face was deathly pale, and he was breathing heavily.

"What happened?"

Belvan asked.

"Teacher, Kagu, Kagu—he!"

Prince Mura said in a panic,

"He’s dead, found in his own home!"

Belvan was stunned, the color draining from his face,

"What did you say?"

"Teacher, Kagu is really dead, his body—it’s already decaying..."

Before he could finish speaking, Belvan felt the room spin, his legs gave way, and he fell backward, a deep fear welling up inside him, recalling the fortune-teller’s words.

"You have the star of calamity by birth..."

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Celestial Kingdom.

After that battle, the Gods felt deep despair and panic about the future.

The Great Angel Schiller fought against three gods with his own strength, and even though the battle didn’t result in a definitive victory, the Gods understood that Schiller had won the bet.

This meant that the Gods couldn’t make Schiller take back the forty Nameless Books, nor could they directly interfere with humans exploring the mysteries of divine creation.

To the Gods, this was unquestionably a disaster.

But even so, it didn’t mean the Gods would just watch as humans controlled the power of the divine path.

Inside the Golden Hall, each Divine being heatedly debated.

"At this point, what power do we have to stop the divine path?

Instead of watching it undermine our authority, wouldn’t it be better to take the initiative, to enlighten our respective believers about the existence of the divine path? This way, not only would humans not defy us, they’d worship us even more."

One Divine loudly proclaimed.

This was not only his idea but was shared by many Divines.

The situation had reached this point; instead of blindly obstructing, they’d better accept and manage it proactively. This way, the authority of the Gods wouldn’t be shaken, and humans would double their reverence for the Gods.