Everyone Has Their Own Little Schemes, and 92.3 Was No Exception

The Star Domain God Race had actually acted with rare efficiency this time. The moment Ding Dang's report was submitted, they decided to dispatch an envoy. I'd originally thought it would take them a few years to react—when dealing with gods, you had to be prepared to wait. If that bunch who had no concept of time ever decided to make you wait two days, they might not remember again until the next millennium.

Of course, there was no need to wait this time. A divine envoy would arrive in a few days. Come to think of it, this should be my first official diplomatic contact with the Star Domain gods, right?

I'd always treated a domesticated goddess like Ding Dang as a pet...

A formal exchange of documents between a divine realm envoy and an Empire Leader really did sound like a big deal, but Lilina said we needed to prepare... How exactly was I supposed to prepare for that?

Since changing careers and becoming an Empire Leader, I could count all the gods I'd encountered on one hand: a palm-sized pet who spent all day hanging around me for candy; a pair of idiot siblings, one a hot-blooded fool and the other a snarky chef, who were subordinates of the aforementioned pet; and then a Goddess of Light who had chosen the wrong profession, whose most memorable impression on someone was a thirteen-hit Black Tiger Heart Snatch combo...

If we were welcoming gods like those, I figured we could just take them to the southern end of the street for some spicy hot pot skewers...

"That might actually work," said the Goddess Official specifically in charge of the Empire's religious affairs. After hearing her boss's utterly ridiculous suggestion, she nodded with surprising seriousness. "Take them out for spicy