Only Because She Had Once Had It All Did Losing It Hurt So Deeply
The God of Luck, unusually, swore. "Are you crazy to attack a mortal?"
There is a tacitly agreed-upon rule among the Gods.
One should not easily attack ordinary people.
Even if they were to take action, it wouldn't be directed solely at a mortal.
From the very beginning, it was a nation.
If any god were to single out a mortal, the other Gods would laugh at them. It's like someone spending days searching through the grass to find a specific ant, only to stomp on it and kill it.
If word gets out about this, other gods will just think that this god is sick, seriously sick.
The Fallen God tilted his head, his smile sinister.
"God of Luck, are you still chatting with me here? Have you forgotten something? Your good partner isn't as cold-hearted as you. Back when the Saint Soren Empire fell, he, a God of Wealth, actually lost his mind for a bunch of mortals. It's ridiculous."
"How about you let me kill him and give you a new partner? Wouldn't that be better?"
His words carried a subtle, seductive undertone.
However, this little bit of enticement had negligible effect on the God of Luck, but he still couldn't help but glance at the God of Wealth Shrine with concern.
God of Luck may be indifferent and callous to many things, but how could she truly remain unmoved by the God of Wealth, another version of herself?
"Fallen God. If you insist on playing this game, I don't mind making you disappear completely. Anyway, the Fallen God's Divine Core is still there; I can just replace it."
Is this a challenge to me?
"Fine, I accept. But you're just a God of Luck, what can you do to me? So what if my luck is a little worse? I don't care. I refuse to believe I can be crushed to death by a meteorite."
The Fallen God looked at the God of Luck with disdain.
In his eyes, the gods in the Divine Realm, such as the God of Wealth and the God of God of Luck, were ridiculously weak in combat. He wanted to use his crescent Scythe to kill them all one by one immediately.
In his view, these gods had no reason to exist at all.
After all, what good is luck?
Unfortunately, he couldn't.
If he really made a move, given the nature of those gods in the Divine Realm, he would be hunted down by them afterward. And if he died, those guys from the Abyss wouldn't avenge him; they'd probably just laugh and say, "So what if he's dead? He was weak, after all."
The Abyss is different from the Divine Realm.
The gods there are even more hateful and terrifying than the Evil Gods in the Divine Realm.
And... it's hard to describe.
The Gods of the Abyss are even more mentally unstable than Evil Gods.
However, they appear to be more normal on the surface than the Evil Gods in the Divine Realm.
They will focus more on their Divine Office.
To what extent should we be focused?
Their Divine Office has been integrated into their every word and deed.
For example.
Everyone still remembers Death God, right?
Death God is the god of the Abyss.
During the Age of Age of the Gods, he tirelessly harvested souls day and night, without a moment's rest. If you attacked Death God while he was performing his Divine Office, he probably wouldn't even lift an eyelid.
Because in Death God's eyes, you are not as important as what he is doing.
But you need to be careful.
If you attack him after Death God's finished, then what awaits you is his Death God Scythe, which will tear you, along with the place where you're standing, to shreds.
This is the god of the Abyss.
They may seem crazy, but they're more law-abiding than anyone else.
They're normal, yet they're more paranoid than anyone else.
Although the Fallen Gods were originally gods of the Divine Realm, after entering the Abyss, they have been almost assimilated over time.
"Very well. From this day forward, good fortune will leave you."
As the mythical melody of God of Luck faded, the Fallen God felt something being gently drawn from his body. The sensation was like a gust of wind passing through his bones, a moment of coolness, and then it was gone.
Apart from that, nothing has changed.
The Fallen God didn't care at all.
He's been in the Abyss for so long, what hasn't he experienced?
Even if you do nothing and stay quietly in your own territory, something will always fall from the sky and you'll fight it without a second thought. Even if you're flying peacefully in the sky, something will always come crashing down on you...
That's how the Abyss is; if you're not careful, you might disappear at any moment.
It's like a giant breeding ground for poisonous insects.
Over the years, the Fallen Gods have long since gotten used to it.
For the gods of the Abyss, bad luck is nothing new.
Has luck left him?
It's as if he's never had any good luck.
"That's it? You don't still think you're that high and mighty God of Fortune, do you? You're nothing more than a pitifully weak and Divine Position Divine Power of God of Luck now."
"The difference between God of Fortune and luck is only one word, but the difference is like heaven and earth."
The Fallen God tilted his head, twirling the Scythe between his fingers, his tone utterly listless.
But the next moment, his gaze drifted towards the direction of the God of Wealth Shrine in the mountains.
A hint of interest flickered in his eyes.
That woman will probably choose death.
He was quite confident about this, after all, he had been observing the other party for quite some time.
Will the God of Wealth, who can only watch helplessly once again, finally break down this time?
I'm really looking forward to it.
The Fallen God licked his lips.
He certainly wouldn't openly provoke the God of Luck and God of Wealth.
He didn't want to be chased all over the Universe by those guys from the Divine Realm; he was very clear about this.
But what if the God of Wealth chooses to perish?
Then it has nothing to do with him.
"God of Luck," the Fallen God sheathed his Scythe, slowly taking a step back, his figure gradually disappearing into the darkness behind him, "Go back and take a look. If it's too late, you might not even see the God of Wealth."
Rewind time.
Elena was holding a silk handkerchief, standing in front of the statue of the Deity Statue, wiping it little by little.
The silk handkerchief was dry, but the blue bricks at her feet were wet.
"Grandpa God of Wealth, this is probably the last time I'll wipe your Deity Statue. Soon, I'll be... leaving. Perhaps the luckiest thing in my life was coming here, meeting you, and him."
"Lucien has been so good to me. I've been very happy all these years. Fifteen years ago, we had a lovely daughter. She was so soft and cuddly when she was born, such a tiny little thing, you were afraid she would melt in your hands. She's grown up to be very beautiful and incredibly sweet."
She smiled, but her eyes welled up with tears.
"At that moment, just one smile from her made me feel like I owned the whole world."
The silk handkerchief brushed against the Deity Statue's chest.
Elena's fingers paused there, trembling slightly.
"But perhaps I am a Jinx. I can only bring misfortune to those around me."
Her voice began to tremble.
"Gone. They're all gone."
"It's all because of me."
"If I had known it would turn out like this, I... I would have preferred to have been sold off."
If I had never possessed it, perhaps I wouldn't feel such intense grief.
But ironically, she had it.
She once had a loving husband, a daughter who would smile at her and act spoiled with her, and a warm, cozy house. She had heard the crackling of the fireplace, the sounds of her husband chopping wood in the yard, and her daughter's clear laughter as she chased chickens from that house...
She had thought that kind of life would continue forever.
She had always thought she would grow old with Lucien, watch her daughter get married and have children, and see her lovely grandchildren born...
But now, it's all... gone.
Elena stopped wiping the Deity Statue with her hands.
The silk handkerchief fell to her feet.
She slowly knelt down before the Deity Statue.
She once had everything, and that's why her current pain is so unforgettable.