Who Do You Think You Are?

"She—she swallowed her?!"

Watching the dream demon miss get gulped down in one bite... No, not a miss, a little girl. Moberi was completely stunned. Fortunately, he still had a basic instinct for self-preservation, which made him force down the urge to scream and shift his attention back to the teacher, who had resumed explaining the problem after a couple of muttered words. His mind, however, was in turmoil.

"How is that possible? She's a servant of the Lord of Incubus, yet she was subdued by the power of dreams? The Lord of Incubus is stronger than both the God of Sweet Dreams and the God of Nightmares. She holds authority over both lust and dreams, and with no chief god in the Dream System, she's powerful enough to contend for a place among the top three deities! Could the creator of this dream be a chief god?"

The thought had barely arisen before Moberi forced it back down. Dreams were only a small part of the mind. It was common knowledge that a chief-god-level deity couldn't possibly be born from them!

But if that was the case, then what was happening before his eyes...

"Could she have just been swallowed by mistake? Does that mean the Lord of Incubus will descend soon?"

As a resident of a world where gods were everywhere, Moberi knew a lot about how they operated. A god wouldn't pay much attention to a single believer, but if one of their servants was captured and attacked, that was like a slap in the god's face. It was an entirely different matter.

Believers were resources everyone competed for. Stealing one another's followers was just normal competition. But a servant was a pet I raised. Touch her, and you'd crossed the line!

"A legendary divine war! Please