A Family of Rogues

At first, I thought that after arriving in the God Realm, I would be meeting Father God directly. I had even prepared myself mentally for it—or rather, I had made absolutely no preparations at all. I hadn't expected that we would still have to stay at Viska's house for a day or two first. Viska's official explanation was that Father God handled countless affairs every day and had to arrange his schedule precisely. If he said the meeting would be arranged in a few days, then even if we arrived early, he wouldn't have time to appear. I understood that. After all, he was the supreme leader of the entire endless void; it wasn't as if he could make time whenever he wanted.

Actually, she didn't need to explain anything. We already understood the God Race's character: they were an unconventional bunch who disliked needless formalities. Even the most serious gods—like the old men's alliance Viska had described, those councilors in charge of judgment and sentencing—didn't care in the slightest about diplomatic etiquette or everyday rules, because such things were "unrelated to good and evil." Knowing their habits, Sandora and I had no objections to the God Race's seemingly casual arrangements. Frankly speaking, after Viska came to Shadow City as a God Race ambassador, we hadn't exactly entertained her properly either. Monina had worked as our cook for nearly a month, Lin had taken care of all the heavy labor at home, Ilson had spent every day patrolling the city and cracking down on the pirated army, Kenser had helped me watch the kids and look after Ding Dang, while Viska had been Sandora's playmate. The one time we let the Nine Heavens Gods and Buddhas go out for some fresh air, we took them to Fake Goods Street at