The disappearance of the God of Conspiracy did not draw anyone's attention at first. Few gods were willing to pay attention to Him; indeed... most gods were unwilling even to spare Him an extra glance.
This was because the God of Conspiracy had plotted against others in the Pantheon more than once. The number of unfortunate victims could not be counted on both hands and feet—ah, that meant the hands and feet of an ordinary human, not including Sui Xiong. In the past, some gods had merely looked at Him a few times too many, only to be lured into traps He designed and left utterly disheveled. And it had happened more than once.
Most gods cared about their dignity. Even suffering a small loss meant losing face, after all. So they gradually learned their lesson. Not only did they refuse to deal with the God of Conspiracy, but unless necessary, they would not even look at Him twice.
Those were lessons written in blood!
For that reason, the gods did not initially notice that the God of Conspiracy had vanished. But the gods' seats in the Pantheon were not very far apart, and there were other gods near the God of Conspiracy. They soon realized something was wrong—where had the God of Conspiracy gone?
At first, they thought that perhaps the God of Conspiracy's divine rank had risen. Such things had happened several times in the past. So they could not be bothered to search for Him, secretly rejoicing instead—at last, they would no longer have to keep company with that pestilence god.
After a while, the Orc God of Murder suddenly shuddered, his eyes widening as he sprang up in shock.
"How... how is that possible?!" he cried out involuntarily, then caught himself and sat back down.
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