Chapter 96

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Perhaps in the eyes of mortals, the gathering of gods is a very serious and formal discussion meeting.

But that’s not the case.

Among the deities attending the conference here, aside from a few who are naturally serious and meticulous, most of them lack proper decorum.

The cacophony of the gods continued for about ten minutes until a male deity standing near the podium, wearing an elephant-head mask, glanced around the venue and felt that all the expected gods had arrived.

The male deity tapped on the podium table, making a ‘bang bang bang’ sound. After the noise spread, the venue gradually quieted down.

As everyone directed their gaze toward the male deity, he remained silent under their stares, creating an atmosphere that suddenly turned solemn.

Then…

“—I am Ganesha! Da!”

The male deity struck a comical pose.

The gods: “……”

“Yea yea yea, Ganesha Ganesha~”

“Is it really Ganesha hosting this time? How many times has he hosted already?”

“Don’t know, too many to count…”

The reactions of the gods were rather perfunctory, as if they were used to seeing Ganesha at the podium.

After maintaining his pose for a while, Ganesha returned to normal and resumed his duties as the host.

“So, everyone, first let’s follow our usual routine of exchanging information. Anyone can share interesting topics they’ve gathered recently in Orario.”

“Yes yes yes!! Lately, there’s been talk about Loki’s family having a child who reached Level 2 in just one month!”

“Right! That thing I also heard about! To raise our ‘blessings’ in one and a half months, what’s going on here?”

“It couldn’t be that Loki, you cheated using divine power? Or worse, is it your illegitimate child…”

The topic quickly veered off course from initial doubts and seemed to have wandered into some strange places.

Although the deity was speaking softly, Loki still heard it.

For a moment, she forgot about comforting herself after visiting Demeter, her face so gloomy it could drip water.

Slamming both hands heavily on the table, her opened divine eyes emitted a crimson glow, staring intently at the careless deity who slandered her.

“I’ll kill you!!!”

It seemed a gust of cold wind swept through the venue, and all the gods present shut their mouths, not daring to speak.

Many directed sympathetic looks at the god who had just spoken out against Loki and was now trembling with fear, looking at him as if he were a fool.

With her faction’s power reigning supreme in Orario, how dare you?

Did living in the lower world make you overconfident? Do you think you can slander Loki casually?

At the conference of the gods, there was an unspoken rule among everyone.

If a deity’s faction is powerful, then that deity will have more say in the conference.

Because no other deity wants to anger that faction. No deity would do something knowing it might result in retaliation.

After all, this is in the lower world. If it were in the heavenly realm, perhaps hiding in a secluded corner for a thousand or eight hundred years would suffice, but in the lower world, no deity would do such a thing.

“Don’t get so upset, Loki.”

When other deities hesitated to speak due to fear of Loki’s faction, a beautiful soprano voice rang out around them.

“…”

Loki, who was pondering where to hang that deity naked in Orario’s squares, had her thoughts interrupted and instinctively shifted her gaze to the deity who spoke.

Freyja, unaffected by Loki’s sinister glare, smiled back at her.

“The meeting must continue. This isn’t fun, you know.”

She flicked a strand of silver hair behind her ear.

It seemed she came here purely for entertainment and didn’t want Loki to ruin her rare excitement.

Her faint smile captivated the attention of most male deities in the venue, while the goddesses glared at them coldly, as if looking at trash.

‘This woman, what scheme is brewing in her mind?’

Caught by Freyja’s attention, Loki momentarily forgot about the location issue and instead began contemplating what tricks Freyja had up her sleeve.

But for the time being, Loki naturally couldn’t figure it out.

Looking around, almost everyone was scared stiff by her previous actions.

Wherever her gaze fell, many gods with weak factions immediately shrank back.

Indeed, without her consent, this gathering of gods would be hard to proceed.

That’s the power of a major faction.

As the main deity of Orario’s top-tier faction, Loki held tremendous influence among the gods.

In the end, Loki abandoned the idea of pursuing matters during the meeting and decided to retaliate afterward.

After this incident, her original plan to prank Izay was somewhat diluted.

Loki participated quite seriously in the rest of the meeting.

Carefully considering the location of the square, carefully pondering Freyja’s hidden agenda.

Occasionally responding to the gods’ speeches, drawing agreement from a group of deities.

Under such an atmosphere, Izay’s title was decided.

……

“So, what’s my adventurer title?”

Izay had been lost in thought for a while, but in reality, not much time had passed.

He looked at Tione with a somewhat complicated expression, hoping to hear good news from her.

“[Silver Star]”

“Very cool…”

The response wasn’t from Tione but from Ais walking ahead.

Hearing the conversation behind her, Ais slightly turned her head to provide an answer and nodded lightly to express her opinion.

“Ho… Sounds pretty good…”

Short titles are better!

At least there wouldn’t be embarrassing names like [Cross-Star Knight].

Tiona beside him saw his expression and seemed to understand something.

“Are you worried your title might be embarrassing?”

“It’s normal to worry, right? After all, those gods…”

Each one seems idle and restless unless they’re causing trouble.

Upon hearing this, Tiona couldn’t help but laugh, waving her hand and saying,

“You’re worrying unnecessarily. Don’t look at Loki like that; actually, she’s quite protective. Plus, with our faction’s influence, there’s no way you’d get an embarrassing title~”

(Loki: Not necessarily!)

“Ah, the results are out, so what you say makes sense…”

The facts were clear, and Izay couldn’t refute her words.

“Izay! Loki wants you to go to the meeting room!”

After entering the mansion, Anqi, who had just come down the stairs, spotted Izay and smiled, delivering the message from the main deity.

It was to see her once he returned from the dungeon.

Unsurprisingly, it was about the title.

But…

Thinking about the previous scene where Loki chased him out with a knife, Izay couldn’t help but clutch his stomach, looking constipated.

“I hope Loki doesn’t have a cleaver this time…”

“No worries, I’ll protect you.”

Hearing this, Ais turned her head, her golden eyes gazing at him, conveying her owner’s intentions.

Seemingly saying “Don’t worry, she’s here.”

“Ah, well… thank you.”

“Hmm.”

Refia, standing nearby, upon hearing this exchange, felt as if someone had stuffed a pound of lemons into her mouth, sour enough to distort her face.