"Come on, hurry up and get down there! Stop causing trouble!"
Heimdallr, a fellow god, felt embarrassed on their behalf.
"We are not seven gods. We are one god!"
Bishamonten, standing at the very front, said this. What did that mean?
Did it mean that the seven of them were one collective, sharing glory and ruin alike? That they advanced and retreated together in everything?
So the entire group should be regarded as one person?
That kind of bond was admirable, but the reality was that it was seven gods against one person. It was unfair. It was against the rules.
Just as Heimdallr was about to continue persuading them, Bishamonten suddenly snorted coldly, and the armor on his body burst apart, startling him.
Was he trying to say that if Heimdallr kept talking, he would get beaten up?
Even threatening the referee? What was wrong with this pantheon?
"Seven Calamities Extinguished!"
Bishamonten uttered those words again in a low voice, making Heimdallr even more flustered.
Surely he was not actually going to attack the referee, was he?
"W-Wait, attacking the ref—"
Seeing the other six Lucky Gods rush over, Heimdallr hurriedly tried to threaten them, saying that if they attacked him, they would be disqualified.
Of course, he did not actually have that authority. He was merely trying to scare them off.
However, halfway through speaking, Heimdallr realized they were not charging at him. They were rushing toward Bishamonten, then leaping straight into his body?
"Eh?"
Heimdallr was stunned, because they had merged into Bishamonten's body.
The instant all six gods entered him, Bishamonten began to shine..0
"W-What is going on?"
What exactly were these guys doing?
As the light faded, what entered his vision was—
"An egg?"
Cold sweat ran down Heimdallr's face. He had developed a real