"Thank you both for your help."
In a lavish palace built from mithril, gold essence, and all manner of precious gems, Jiang Hao, dressed in an ornate noble's robe, raised a goblet to the Lady of Night and Corellon.
Every object in the palace would have made mages envious and dragons go mad if it found its way into the outside world. Even the goblet used to hold wine would have been coveted by great nobles on the Main Plane.
But to the three seated there, those materials were merely a heap of divine power. If they wished, they could conjure palaces just as splendid. None of them would waste divine power on decorations that were useless to gods, though.
"If you two hadn't helped me, I'm afraid I would have had a hard time escaping the Prophecy God's corruption."
The Prophecy God had plotted for tens of thousands of years, refining his plan again and again. Every reaction Jiang Hao had made lay within the Prophecy God's predictions, and the god had prepared for each one.
Of all the gods Jiang Hao had encountered since crossing into the Otherworld, the Prophecy God had been the hardest to deal with.
Yet one thing puzzled him. If the Prophecy God could predict that, tens of thousands of years later, Jiang Hao would touch the Prophecy Crown with his hand—and predict every move he would make afterward—why hadn't he foreseen Jiang Hao using the Wheel of Fortune?
It was like a man determined to collect every car in the world having a Ferrari 250 GTO, a Rolls-Royce Silver Ghost, and a Golden Sports Car in his garage, but not a single Chery QQ. It made no sense.
Pushing aside his tangled thoughts, Jiang Hao said softly, "As repayment for your help, is