The God of Luck's Revenge
For Lance, a god who cannot grant him immortality and demonstrate his worth is utterly useless.
So the Fortune God Temple was demolished, and the Deity Statue were smashed.
Destroying Deity Statues of Gods without authorization will incur divine retribution.
The God of Wealth of Wealth, feeling guilty, once again took the blame himself.
He covered his mouth, looked down, and saw his hands covered in golden blood.
The Fortune God Temple have been demolished far too many times. Even the God of Wealth cannot withstand repeated punishments from the rules.
One day, after the last Fortune God Temple was demolished,
The God of Wealth walked out of the temple gate, and the sky outside was bright and sunny.
But even as the sunlight shone on him, he felt no warmth. He turned around, glanced at the shattered fragments of the Deity Statues scattered on the floor of the hall, and his face turned ashen.
"I'm so tired."
The Gods certainly don't feel tired, but the God of Wealth feels extremely weary.
Sure enough, he wasn't suited for these things.
He and the god of God of Luck, the predecessor of the God of Fortune, did everything much better than him.
He's a god, that's simply not enough.
The demolition of the Fortune God Temple caused the God of Wealth to leave the Lance Empire, where he found a mountain in a very remote place.
There is a God of Wealth Shrine on the mountain.
The place was sparsely populated, and later, as the grass grew too tall, no one came anymore, and it became abandoned.
Later, the God of Wealth stayed there.
Not long after the Lance Empire abandoned the God of Wealth, it began to worship a new Gods.
The Deity Statue of the new god had twelve pure white wings spread behind him, a holy halo hanging above his head, and his eyes were filled with compassion, making him look extremely sacred.
The people of the Lance Empire soon discovered that after they began worshipping this Gods, their emperor had become young again.
Overnight, I regained my youth.
His gray hair turned black again, all the wrinkles on his face smoothed out, and his eyes, which had been dull for ten years, became sharp and bright again.
Not only that, he transcended the mortal realm and became a servant of that Gods. Immortality and power—things he had sought for ten years—were all obtained in a single day.
People went wild when they saw this.
Their faith in this new god was almost out of control, driven by fanaticism.
As long as Lance issues a decree, proclaiming the so-called will of God, they will go to great lengths, even if it means going bankrupt, to fulfill it. They will donate money, offer grain, demolish their houses, sell their children—they will do anything, just to have their names recorded in that register of honor.
The new god's temple was more luxurious and magnificent than the old Fortune God Temple, and its incense offerings were more abundant.
Gilded tiles, white jade steps.
The eternal lamps inside the hall burned all night, and even the air was filled with the sweet scent of fine sandalwood.
But beneath that dazzling spectacle lay countless skeletons.
Those who were drained of their last drop of blood and sweat by Lance's decree, those who froze to death on the streets after offering up their entire fortunes, those who were sacrificed at the Altar and never returned home...
Their bones were rammed into the temple foundation, their blood was mixed into the gold paint. It would not be an exaggeration to say that the temple was built on bones.
Unfortunately, by then, the people of the entire Lance Empire were practically insane. They had completely lost their reason and could no longer hear any other voices.
This situation lasted for nearly three hundred years.
It wasn't until the God of Luck found the God of Wealth and learned of his plight that he was enraged upon seeing him.
How could he allow himself to be bullied like this?
The God of Luck arrived on the Otheros Star and found the former Saint Soren Empire, now the Lance Empire. At that time, he stood high in the sky, looking down at everything below.
"This is the mortal world, huh?" He couldn't help but sneer. "In just a short time, all traces of the past will be completely gone."
Even though times have changed, the blood of those from the Saint Soren Empire still flows in the veins of these people.
Sure enough, they're all ingrates.
After discovering that the God of Wealth was no longer performing miracles, these people revealed their true colors.
That's disgusting.
Although it seemed that the empire would soon perish, God of Luck still preferred to intervene herself.
In his view, waiting for the other party to walk down a dead end on their own is different from taking action himself. Moreover, he prefers to take action himself rather than the former.
Even the ever-present God of Luck didn't do anything.
It merely reclaimed the fortunes of all the wicked people in the Lance Empire. Without it, those people died one after another due to various accidents.
Some were hit by cars when they went out, some choked to death while drinking water, some were crushed to death by falling objects while walking, and some never woke up in their sleep.
Outsiders couldn't detect a single trace, including Lance had already become Demigod at that time. He didn't see any fluctuations of Divine Power in them and could only draw one conclusion in the end.
These people were just incredibly unlucky.
Even so, as more and more people died, Lance found a common thread among them.
Those are the people whose names are recorded in the incense register.
After reaching this conclusion, Lance noticed a sudden movement in front of him, and a blond figure wearing a hat appeared out of thin air.
He felt utterly cold inside, but his expression remained increasingly respectful.
Lance immediately bent down, his posture extremely humble:
"Your esteemed Gods presence is a great honor to be here in my Lance Empire."
God of Luck ignored him.
He turned his head and slowly surveyed his surroundings.
He hasn't left since that day.
How could he possibly leave before all these people are dead?
These days, God of Luck has been watching from above, seeing the empire decay day by day.
Upon realizing that Lance had noticed his intentions, he immediately appeared and landed in front of him.
He didn't give the other party any chance to ask for help.
God of Luck seems determined to make the other person experience utter despair before they die.
After a long silence, God of Luck finally spoke, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Heh, an honor. I've killed so many people in your empire, and you still consider it an honor? That's truly, very interesting."
Lance tried to straighten up, but found an invisible force pressing down on his shoulders, forcing him to remain bent over.
He hadn't experienced this kind of humiliation in a long time.
But when the aura of a Gods emanating from the other party pressed down on him, he couldn't even muster the slightest thought of resistance.
You're joking.
Lance remained in that stiff, bent-over position.
"Those people are honored to die for you. I will do my best to accommodate you if needed."
God of Luck, of course, didn't believe what the other person said.
"Is that so? You think I can't detect your little tricks? No use, this place is already covered by my Divine Power. Whatever you do, no one outside can sense it."
"Besides, this was the hand you used to push away his incense burner, wasn't it? I don't think there's any need to keep it."
He chopped off Lance's right hand.
Lance screamed and knelt on the ground, finally understanding the other party's intentions.
"This esteemed Gods has come for the God of Wealth, hasn't he? Regarding that That Matter from back then... I truly..."
This time, Lance didn't dare to address the other party as "I, the Emperor."
He originally wanted to delay a little longer and wait for God to arrive, but unfortunately, he didn't expect that this God of Luck wouldn't give him the chance at all.
"When you stepped over him to reach other Gods, you should have known you would end up like this. Today, I won't give you any more chances."