Isn't It Just Acting?

It took the dozen or so members of the Elders of the Universe about half a day.

The group arrived at Olympus, where towering mountains and countless temples formed the sight of a divine kingdom.

"This is the Olympus Divine Realm. God King Zeus is currently hosting the Pantheon Feast. Please present your invitations. No one may enter without one."

At the towering entrance to the divine realm, two Olympus soldiers saw Grandmaster and the others arrive. They crossed their swords to block their path and spoke sternly.

Although these people did not look ordinary, the soldiers had served here for many years and had seen all kinds of gods.

More importantly, the two soldiers could tell that this was the first time these dozen or so people had come to the Olympus Divine Realm.

Grandmaster did not take offense at the soldiers' obstruction, because they were merely following the rules. They had explained that an invitation was needed and had not given them any attitude.

Although Grandmaster was temperamental, he would not fuss over such a trivial matter.

"Zeus, I've brought some friends from afar to visit you. As the host, aren't you coming out to receive us?"

Grandmaster merely called out calmly.

When the two soldiers heard the tall, thin figure in robes directly call Zeus by his name without adding titles like God King or Lord, they were startled.

And when he even demanded that Zeus personally receive them, the two immediately realized that this group's status was likely extraordinarily high.

Whether human, god, or some other race, anyone in the Milky Way Galaxy generally had to show Zeus some respect.

"Welcome, esteemed members of the Elders of the Universe."

"I was busy over there just now. I absolutely did not mean to neglect you."

"Come, come.