The Fallen God from the Abyss

This is the twentieth year since the God of Wealth left Fulin Town.

Today, for some reason, he felt restless.

That feeling had been clinging to him since morning, gentle yet persistent.

He looked at the clouds in the distance, his brows furrowing slightly.

"What's wrong?"

The God of Luck of fortune noticed his unusual behavior and came over to ask him something.

"Something's... not right," the God of Wealth said.

The sixth sense of the Gods is always very accurate.

The God of Wealth disappeared and appeared in the sky above Fulin Town.

If we're talking about anything he's been specifically connected to over the past few centuries, it's only this place and only that one person.

The God of Luck had also thought of this; he disappeared along with the God of Wealth, and the next moment he stood in the sky above Fulin Town.

Twenty years is nothing to Gods.

But for an ordinary person, this is the leap from a twenty-year-old youth to a forty-year-old middle-aged person, the leap from a babbling child to an adult...

Fulin Town is much larger than before, and the houses are also much newer.

It's clear that this small town has developed quite well over the past twenty years.

However, nowadays there are few pedestrians on the streets, and every household has its doors and windows tightly closed. The few people who do walk by are all in a hurry, with their heads down. On the main street in the center of the town, the once bustling embroidery workshop is now locked up, and half of its signboard has fallen off and is hanging askew.

The God of Wealth watched all this, his heart tightening. How could this be?

He clearly possessed the Wealth Aura and luck of the God of Luck, and although he only bestowed it upon Elena's family, everything around them should have been affected.

This place shouldn't have turned out like this.

A golden glint flashed in the God of Wealth's eyes; he was searching for Elena.

During those ten years, Elena had become his follower.

But now, the mysterious connection between him and the other party seems to have been severed by something, and he can no longer sense it at all.

However, he had given the other party a gold bracelet before, and he could still feel its aura.

The God of Wealth closed his eyes and concentrated on sensing, and was taken aback when he discovered the location the sensing was pointing to.

The other party is in the God of Wealth Shrine on the mountain.

The God of Wealth vanished in a flash.

However, the God of Luck did not follow; he sensed a familiar presence. But it wasn't exactly a long-standing acquaintance; they had only met once before.

He raised his hand to lower the brim of his hat, and his honey-colored eyes darkened.

"Get out here, Fallen God."

With a flick of her sleeve, God of Luck unleashed a green wind blade that whistled through the air and crashed into a patch of void. Wherever the wind blade passed, even the surrounding void emitted a subtle distorting sound.

A voice echoed from the void.

"God of Luck, how have you been? Why are you so angry? I remember last time you were all smiles as you destroyed the empire that worshipped me. Now, all I've done is turn a small town into this, and you're looking at me with such rage?"

The voice suddenly took on a hint of pleasant laughter.

"Ah, have I touched a nerve? Is that so? That's delightful."

As the words fell, a crescent-shaped Scythe appeared out of thin air.

With a casual swipe, it cleaved open a crack in the space.

A person walked out of the crack, step by step.

His skin was pale, his eyes were the color of a dark abyss, a broken halo was on his head, and twelve wings grew from his back. Those divine feathers, which should have been pure white, were now as black as ink.

The robes were tattered, resembling the robes of an old god.

He reached out, and the crescent-shaped Scythe flew into his palm.

He was the name that God of Luck had just called out.

--Fallen God.

Once upon a time, the other party was also Gods in the Divine Realm.

But one day, his glory shattered, he fell into the Abyss, and became Fallen God.

"Everything here was done by you."

God of Luck looked at him and, using a question as an answer, uttered a statement of certainty.

"You did this to get revenge on me."

"Otherwise what? Do you think I'd pay attention to such an ordinary little town?"

The Fallen God tilted his head and laughed hysterically.

"It's all because we found your Divine Power here. Do you know how much I've done to keep everything from you noticing? It's disgusting."

As he spoke, he casually drew circles in the air with his Scythe, his tone filled with a morbid pleasure:

"This is a small town of mortals that could be wiped out with a mere flick of the wrist. But just thinking about the expression on your face right now makes me feel incredibly satisfied. This little bit of disgust isn't so bad after all."

If a god wants to make himself miserable, then even if he himself suffers, he will never let others have an easy time. What he likes most is to inflict a thousand wounds on his enemy while suffering eight hundred wounds on himself. If he is disgusted, other gods must also be disgusted.

For this reason, he has endured humiliation and hardship all these years.

He even disguised himself as an ordinary man, sneaked into the town, and tried to get close to the mortal woman.

And the result?

The woman remained completely unmoved, her attention solely focused on an ordinary, mortal man.

This is truly a tremendous disgrace.

Oh, right.

The Fallen God's smile grew increasingly sinister.

"That mortal woman is still alive. She's in that dilapidated temple on the mountain. Do you want to know why she's still alive?"

The God of Luck suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the God of Wealth Shrine.

What did you do to her?

When he asked that question, he already had the answer in his heart. Destroying a mortal was too easy.

All you need to do is kill all her family members, one by one.

She will break down on her own.

But their purpose was clearly not limited to that.

The other party wanted the God of Wealth to see this, to make the God of Wealth fall back into that Abyss of helplessness once again.

The other party did all this clearly to retaliate against him.

After the fall of the Saint Soren Empire, the empire that was rebuilt on its ruins was called the Lance Empire.

The Lance Empire initially worshipped the God of Wealth of wealth.

But later, no matter how much they offered or how devoutly they worshipped, the God of Wealth no longer responded.

So the emperor Lance turned to a new god.

That new god bestowed upon Lance unparalleled power.

At that time, people had absolutely no chance to resist this force.

Lance was called "the Son of God" by them.

His rule thus became more secure. Barring unforeseen circumstances, he might continue to rule indefinitely.

However, things still took an unexpected turn.

The new god that Lance worshipped was Fallen God.

The power of the Fallen God carries a strong element of seduction.

It will gradually lead people to sink and degenerate.

Within a few decades, the Lance Empire began its decline.

The people, following their emperor, grew more and more cruel and mad each day.

Later, according to the current records of the Cassian Empire:

The evil deeds of the Lance Empire angered the Gods, who then unleashed Divine Punishment.

With this, the Lance Empire was completely destroyed.