Death God's Favor, Twin Martial Souls?

"Fine..."

Seeing her husband's resolute attitude, the Love God had no choice but to nod in agreement, despite her extreme reluctance.

She gripped Poseinan's hand tightly and began to nag incessantly, saying things like, "Nannan, you must take good care of yourself once you go down to the lower realm..."

"Stay far away from those pretty but devious bad women, you hear me?"

"And for heaven's sake, don't be like your foolish father, who dared to sail out to sea alone in a broken boat at the age of six. He was far too reckless."

Beside them, the Sea God's mouth twitched from time to time.

Halfway through, the Love God grew a bit nervous: "Nannan, do you think Mother is being too long-winded?"

Even though the person before her was her own son, she did not want her excessive nagging to cause Poseinan to feel even the slightest bit of dissatisfaction toward her.

Poseinan gave a well-behaved smile: "Not at all. I could listen to Mother's nagging forever and never get tired of it."

The Love God breathed a sigh of relief, held his face, and kissed him: "Mua~ Such a good boy, truly Mother's precious treasure!"

Seeing this scene, the Sea God sighed: "Sigh, a doting mother spoils her son."

After a while, the Love God finally finished everything she wanted to say.

The Sea God walked up to Poseinan and looked at him with a stern gaze: "Nannan, although you are my son, I will not provide you with any help whatsoever, do you hear me!"

"Yes, yes, yes."

Poseinan certainly didn't believe a word of his old man's posturing and replied perfunctorily.

It was just a sharp tongue with a soft heart.

Hadn't he seen how the Sea God helped Tang San later in the original story?

Poseinan didn't believe for a second that the Sea God would ignore his own biological son.

The Sea God's mouth twitched again, knowing the boy hadn't taken it to heart, and his divine eyes turned majestic:

"Poseinan! I now command you in the name of the Sea God! Stand up straight!"

Golden

Although they could not cleanse the marrow or defy the heavens like immortal herbs, they were absolutely capable of extending one's lifespan and healing hidden injuries.

Just as Poseinan was busy packing the fruits, a voice as soft and alluring as water suddenly sounded beside him: "Yo, Nannan, what are you hiding here doing all by yourself?"

Poseinan turned around to see a woman with deep purple curly hair, a tall figure, and breathtaking beauty. She had the appearance of a wicked, mature woman. She was none other than Hela, the Goddess of Death.

Poseinan squeezed out an awkward smile: "Um, well, Sister Hela, why are you here?"

Hela feigned dissatisfaction: "Hmm? What? Are you surprised?"

Poseinan hurriedly explained: "Of course not, Sister Hela. Who wouldn't like a woman as lovable, beautiful, and celestial as you?"

As a friend to the goddesses of the God Realm, he knew exactly what kind of words each goddess liked to hear.

Hela was coaxed into a radiant smile, covering her mouth as she giggled: "Hehehe... Nannan, your mouth is truly sweet."

"If the God Position of Death weren't unsuitable for you, I would have wanted to pass it on to you so I could go off and find my own ideal husband."

As she spoke, a trace of melancholy flashed through her beautiful phoenix eyes. As a First-Class God in charge of the cycle of life and death for all living beings in the God Realm, she possessed a power over death that almost no other deity could compare to. It could be said that apart from the God Kings, all other deities respected her to some degree. However, precisely because her status was so high, she had never been able to find her ideal partner. She wouldn't consider those stronger than her, such as Asura, and she looked down on those weaker than her.

Poseinan comforted her: "Don't worry, Sister Hela, you will find him sooner or later. Don't be too sad; it makes Nannan's heart ache for you~"

"Hehehe~"

Hearing this, anyone would be in a fantastic mood. Seeing that Hela was in good spirits, Poseinan got carried away and continued to coax her: "If it really comes down to it, why don't I just marry Sister Hela in the future?"

Hela covered her mouth, looking at the youth before her in surprise: "Oh~ are you being serious?"

"Of course!"

Anyway, bragging wasn't against the law. Children speak without inhibition; who would take a child's words seriously? It was just to make an adult happy.

Hela's mouth curled up to her ears, and the way she looked at Poseinan held a different kind of emotion.

"Come, Nannan, Sister will give you something good."

As she spoke, Hela reached out and touched the back of Poseinan's neck, where a dark purple scythe pattern quietly coiled around his skin.

Feeling the mark appear on his neck, Poseinan was about to cry out in shock: "Sister Hela, could this be..."

At the critical moment, Hela pressed her jade-like hand against his lips and winked playfully: "Shh~ don't tell anyone! This is a secret between the two of us."

Poseinan was ecstatic inside and nodded obediently: "Mm-hmm!"

Sister Hela truly treated him like her own younger brother! This was a gift of a primordial embryo! He just didn't know what kind of Martial Soul it would eventually gestate into—would it be a complete God of Death, a Death Scythe, or perhaps the Sea of the Underworld...

"Nannan, let's go. The ceremony is about to begin; Sister will take you in."

Hela beamed, took Poseinan's hand, and walked toward the center of the celebration under the envious gazes of countless divine officials.

Inside the celebration hall, the five God Kings were gathered together, and the twenty-four Main Gods had taken their respective seats below.

When Hela walked in holding Poseinan's hand, the gods were somewhat surprised, but they said nothing. Destruction, however, cast a cold glance at Poseinan.

Once all the First-Class Gods had arrived, the God of Destruction stood up: "Everyone!"