Luck, You Went Too Far Back Then

The God of Luck arrived at the Temple of Time.

The tightly closed door opened as he approached.

He stepped inside.

Inside the Temple of Time, all was quiet as always.

He walked all the way to the banks of the River of Time and stopped.

The River of Time flows beneath his feet, reflecting countless light and shadow.

God of Luck raised her hand and casually waved it towards the ground, and a chair appeared out of thin air. He sat down, his long legs crossed, and his hat brim pulled low.

He didn't speak.

The God of Time remained silent.

The two gods remained silent, locked in a stalemate, as if whoever spoke first would be at a disadvantage.

After an unknown amount of time, God of Luck finally sighed.

He raised his hand and took off the Wide-Brimmed Soft Hat from his head, placing it on his lap.

"Time."

He spoke up.

The God of Time turned around at that very moment.

One hand hung at his side, while the other held a Pocket Watch.

This is the most treasured Time Pocket Watch of the God of Time.

"I won't tell you." He glanced at God of Luck. "It's only a matter of time before you find her. Why the rush?"

Before God of Luck could even speak, the God of Time had already discerned the other party's intentions.

God of Luck paused for a moment, looked down at the hat on her lap, and suddenly spoke softly:

"It's wonderful to have Gods like you and the God of Fate who can know whatever they want."

He spoke in a completely flat tone, making it impossible to tell whether he was envious or something else.

The God of Time gripped the pocket Pocket Watch in his hand even tighter.

There are some things I didn't know before.

His gaze fell upon the River of Time beneath his feet, the water reflecting countless light and shadow, yet unable to reveal the expression in his eyes.

"So, I'm not omnipotent."

Even the God of Time in the beginning did not know that love was like this. He thought he would always guard this river, witnessing the causes and effects of the world, observing coldly from the sidelines, without getting a single thing involved.

But later he realized that some things fall into your heart without you even noticing. They fall in silently, and by the time you realize it, it's too late to pull them out.

Fortunately, he made a decisive decision at that time.

Otherwise, who knows what it would be like now.

As the God of Luck gazed at the profile of the God of Time, a sudden surge of curiosity arose within her.

Time, aren't you going to confess your feelings?

Those involved are often confused, while bystanders see things clearly.

Although the God of Luck is a branch of the God of Fortune, one often understands others' affairs better than one's own.

"No. This is fine." The God of Time shook his head. "Some things are best left unsaid."

God of Luck looked at his expressionless face and didn't know what to say for a moment.

There was a deeper meaning in those words, and he could tell.

The God of Time was speaking to himself rather than to himself.

"I'm different from you. You think stopping here is best, but I think it's not enough. Not enough, not even a little bit enough."

After saying this, God of Luck fell silent.

But the God of Time, unusually, became talkative.

"Yes, you really hide a lot from your other self."

He turned his head and looked at God of Luck.

"I can forgive you for changing the Fate of an ordinary mortal woman back then. But that doesn't mean you can push your luck. You went too far in causing the downfall of the Lance Empire."

God of Luck was just pulling a lollipop from her pocket when she heard this, and she paused. She bent down, tore open the wrapper, and popped the round candy into her mouth, holding it there without saying a word.

"Although that That Matter was justified because the Fallen God violated the rules, you can no longer interfere in mortal affairs like this."

"If all the gods in the Divine Realm were like you were back then, then the mortals of the human world would be moved away by you one by one sooner or later. Can a human world without people still be called a human world?"

God of Luck had a candy in her mouth, and her cheeks puffed out slightly.

The sweetness spread across his tongue, but he didn't find it particularly sweet.

After a moment, he moved the candy from the left to the right and gave a mumbled reply.

"Knew."

He changed Elena's Fate.

Originally, the other person's Fate should have been to be sold by her own father, and she committed suicide after being unable to bear the humiliation.

But how could he let the God of Wealth continue to decline?

A mental illness requires a mental cure.

The God of Wealth was heartbroken by those mortals back then, so naturally, only one mortal could heal him.

So it took him a long time to find a suitable person in the vast sea of people. Just to be on the safe side, he even secretly observed the other person for a while. He didn't want to send a thankless person to the God of Wealth and only make the other person's mental state worse.

However, God of Luck didn't expect was...

Even though he had granted her luck, allowing her to escape the home that was going to sell her.

In the end, that very thing still happened.

Ultimately, the reason that the Fallen God sought out Elena was because of him.

At that time, after the fall of the Saint Soren Empire, war raged for a century before a new empire was established. This empire was named after its founding emperor and was called the Lance Empire.

After they had been worshipping the God of Wealth for ten years without receiving any response, Emperor Lance personally visited the Fortune God Temple.

He was forty-five years old when he ascended the throne.

Now, ten years later, he is fifty-five years old.

In that era, living to this age was considered a long life.

Lance, who had only been emperor for ten years, was not satisfied.

Once someone has been in a position of power for a long time, they want to stay there forever, to live longer, to live forever, and to have power.

Lance was no ordinary person to have reached that position.

He knew that the reason why the previous Saint Soren Empire was destroyed could be summed up in just two words—greed. But those people were too stupid; if they were greedy, they only sought wealth and power, and in all they did, they didn't seek immortality.

Life is but a few short decades; after death, we're nothing but a handful of dust. What use are wealth and power then?

Therefore, in the first year of his Lance devoted the entire nation's resources to worshipping the God of Wealth, hoping that the god would grant his true wish.

But ten years have passed.

The God of Wealth showed no reaction whatsoever.

The miracles that frequently occurred during the time of Saint Soren seemed to have vanished into ruins along with the old empire.

At this moment, Lance, whose hair had turned gray, arrived at the Fortune God Temple. His eyes were no longer as sharp as they were ten years ago; they were dull and lifeless, and he looked much more sinister.

"I don't understand."

He stood in the hall, looking up at the golden Deity Statue of the deity.

"Over the years, I have devoted the entire nation's resources to serving you. Yet why can't you even fulfill this small wish of mine? Do you perhaps believe I am inferior to the last emperor of the Saint Soren Empire?"

The Deity Statue did not respond.

The hall was so quiet that only the sound of incense ash falling could be heard.

Lance stared at the Deity Statue of the God of Wealth with a gloomy gaze. With a flick of his sleeve, he knocked the incense burner in front of him to the ground.

"In that case, you are no longer of any use to me."

Lance turned around, the hem of his robe brushing against the cold floor tiles.

"From this day forward, the Lance Empire will no longer pay homage to you."

After he finished speaking, he left.