My Best Union

"Article 39: Lower gods, middle gods, and high gods of the Main Universe have jointly submitted a petition to add six seats to the Main God Hall—three for the collective of high gods, two for the collective of middle gods, and one for the collective of lower gods—to participate in the highest Main God Conference of the Main Universe... How shall they be punished?"

Unlike the previous thirty-eight questions, this time there was no solicitation of opinions.

Instead, they directly pooled their wisdom to decide on punishment for all those gods who had united!

Judging by the attitudes of the assembled Main Gods, none found this improper.

Punishment was indeed warranted!

Those lowly deities dared to band together and attempt to enter the Supreme Council of the Main God Hall?

Utterly absurd, laughable, beyond reason!

The high gods and middle gods could be excused—they had barely stepped through the door of the Main Universe's chaotic rules and condensed true divine personas.

But those base, contemptible, insect-like weaklings—the lower gods, who hadn't even fully mastered the orderly rules of the Main Universe—they dared to tread with their vile bodies into the boundless infinite cosmos, to stand above all things, to control all established and unestablished rules within the Main God Hall?

And they wanted a seat?

Who gave them the courage and resolve?

"Strip the instigators of their divine personas."

"Extract their consciousness and cast it into the core of the Chaos Storm."

"Inflict collective divine punishment."

The Supreme Main Gods each voiced their opinions.

The Tumor-like entity said, "I support Calamity. He has rich ideas on punishment."

Once again.

This good buddy had thrown him under the bus.

All the Supreme Main Gods turned their gazes back to Tang Chuan.

Stimulated by some strange sensation emanating from the black prismatic crystal in his mind, Tang Chuan barely held on, managing not to faint.

With bloodshot eyes, he gave a faint smile toward his good buddy's direction. Thanks a lot!

I haven't even spoken yet, and you're already backing me?

He quickly withdrew his gaze, swept his eyes across the assembled Supreme Main Gods, and said, "For the method of punishment, choose one or three from the suggestions above, and reward the few who did not participate."

The Tumor-like entity writhed and said, "An elegant proposal. Rewards are important."

The other Main Gods nodded.

They had indeed only found it incomprehensible and had all called for punishing the instigators of this fallacy, but none had thought to reward the minority who hadn't participated.

There was no need; it simply hadn't crossed their minds.

They were Supreme Main Gods, not mortal emperors requiring strategies of alliance and division.

They themselves stood above the rules, masters of all creators. Punishment was merely a fitting gesture; no one would question their supremacy, only gaze up from beginning to end until the infinite universe collapsed.

But the act of rewarding might indeed prevent a repeat of this trouble after many cosmic eras.

If anyone raised such absurd demands again, gods seeking Main God rewards would naturally stand against those lowly deities trying to enter the Main God Hall.

Of course, it was mostly just saving face for Calamity.

The Cellular Galaxy Entity nodded and said, "Agreed. Have them hand over the six instigators for punishment, and select six staunch opponents for rewards. The rewards shall be chosen from the public Treasure Vault of the Main God Hall."

After speaking, it added, "The fortieth matter..."

Another Main God interrupted, "Hold on. Wasn't there only thirty-nine?"

The Cellular Galaxy Entity glanced calmly at the others and said, "This is a problem that just arose. The public Treasure Vault's contents are running low."

Someone asked, "I recall there was still plenty?"

The Cellular Galaxy Entity explained, "Before the meeting began, not all were present. Someone entered the Treasure Vault and ate a great deal."

With that, it glanced at the Tumor-like entity.

"It wasn't me!"

Seeing that everyone except his iron buddy was staring at him, the Tumor-like entity argued earnestly, "It wasn't just me."

The Cellular Galaxy Entity was surprised. "Besides you, who else?"

The Tumor-like entity answered matter-of-factly, "There's also Xilivak Kumiya and Kaya."

The gazes of the assembly turned strange.

In the haze, another piece of the puzzle surfaced in their minds, like a wilderness under lightning, the glow illuminating part of the path ahead.

Tang Chuan snapped back to reality, understanding something.

Xilivak Kumiya and Kaya—weren't these both avatars of the Tumor-like entity?!

So even here, they could pull that trick—"You catch Lu Xun, what's it got to do with me, Zhou Xun?"

The Cellular Galaxy Entity voiced Tang Chuan's silent complaint, saying, "They're all branches of your attribute."

The Tumor-like entity said with serious deliberation, "To be precise, Kaya isn't entirely that—part of it comes from the Star God's attributes. Mm, it was actually me and the Star God who stole and ate it together."

The entity that was a semi-transparent mist with gems chaotically shaking inside, also known by the title Star God among the main gods, said speechlessly, "That part was an attribute you asked for. The main attribute and conscious subject are you—nothing to do with me."

The Tumor-like entity said, "Fine, then it was me and a part of the Star God who stole and ate it."

The assembly was left speechless.

The Cellular Galaxy Entity said, "I set up a warning. The public Treasure Vault requires more than two members to open quietly. Now, everyone contribute something to fill the vault."

The items in the Treasure Vault were unimaginably precious things even for the boundless infinite universe, coveted even by deities.

But the reason it was called a public Treasure Vault was that it was property shared by the main gods, accessible to anyone who wished to take from it.

Because to beings above the rules, these were merely things worth a second glance—nothing truly precious.

Like how in human eyes, the various odds and ends in a dollar store might seem interesting or useful enough to pause and look at.

But they weren't so precious that even they would desperately crave them.

That was why the Tumor-like entity could so easily open the vault door before the meeting began.

And why the Cellular Galaxy Entity, upon discovering it, couldn't be bothered to intervene.

The Supreme Main Gods nodded, not finding such behavior particularly egregious. In their eyes, the Tumor-like entity was just a bit gluttonous—and sometimes, that "foodie" trait was even rather endearing.

It was like having only ten of your kind in the entire world, with resources so abundant they could never be exhausted.

If one of your kind took a bite of your ice cream, you might even find it endearing.

Because if you wanted them, you could easily get tens of thousands of ice creams—it wasn't really an offense.

Instead, the connection between your kind was far rarer.

The main gods each pulled out some items, unconcerned with who gave more or less, tossing them onto the conference table. Their shapes and functions varied widely.

But this put Tang Chuan in a bind.

Me, contribute something?

Garlic from my pocket?

A second-hand Peach phone?

Suppressing his physiological reaction, Tang Chuan looked calmly at the Tumor-like entity and said, "My new persona starts from a completely barren Mortal. Don't casually break that. You give two items for me."

The Tumor-like entity squirmed and said, "With pleasure, my Best Union."

Plop! Plop!

With that, its body rippled like a wave, and it spat onto the conference round table a worm that still seemed to have signs of life, shaped like an oyster shell, and a... shoehorn that looked like a black hardened plastic shoehorn.

A shoehorn.

At any rate, Tang Chuan couldn't tell what the hell that thing was.