"How did it go?" When the Lord of Glory returned to the great hall, the God of Diplomacy, who had been waiting there, asked.
The Lord of Glory shook His head. "Just as you guessed—He truly is a hopeless waste."
"Your Majesty saw through His nature long ago, did You not?" the God of Trickery said with a smile. "Among all the ambitious people in this world, those whose strength matches their ambition are few and far between."
The Lord of Glory nodded and looked up at the glowing dome of the hall.
"How lonely..." He sighed. "Why is there no one I can truly trust to take over from Me? At this rate, I am very uneasy!"
"Your Majesty, Your standards are too high. There is only one main god as great as You in the entire world," the God of Diplomacy said sincerely. "You should not use Yourself as the standard by which to judge Your successors."
The Lord of Glory shook His head without saying anything, looking somewhat lonely.
After a while, He asked, "How is the God of Kingship doing?"
The God of Trickery immediately replied, "He has already been taken away by Void Mask."
"It is good that He has been taken away. That way, no matter what happens, we at least still have a way out." At last, the Lord of Glory revealed a hint of a genuine smile. "You did very well this time. You truly are the dagger in the darkness of our Human Pantheon."
The God of Trickery was overjoyed. He bent deeply in a bow, saying nothing.
He, the God of Diplomacy, and many gods within the Human Pantheon were all loyal followers of the Lord of Glory. In Earth terms, they were mindless die-hard fans—the sort who, if the