Before their Deification, the gods had all been Legendaries who stood at the pinnacle of the world.
Though they had only been ordinary Legendaries.
Still, they had already enjoyed most of the pleasures the world had to offer.
Now their strength had soared, especially for those who had leaped straight to Weak Power. That glaring Biological Level of 40 could not help giving them the feeling that they had risen to the world's true pinnacle!
With that mindset, the gods naturally sought pleasures they could not have enjoyed before as ordinary Legendaries.
Elf slaves, for instance.
As nature's darlings, Elves were a race of naturally handsome men and beautiful women who fit human standards of beauty exceptionally well. Not one had a Charisma Attribute below 15.
Ever since humanity had risen to rule the world, Elves had always been humans' favorite slaves.
Unfortunately, several thousand years ago, the Elf Empress had stormed straight into the Wizard Council, killed many Legendaries, and brutally beaten both the Wizard Speaker and his wife, two Destiny Legendaries.
The entire Old World had been forced to strictly prohibit the sale of Elf slaves.
Though not everyone had been so obedient.
But after several thousand years, there were probably only one or two Elf slaves left in the private collections of a handful of High Legendaries.
There was little the Elf Empress could say about that.
After all, although that battle had cemented her reputation as the strongest beneath the stars,
she could not go too far either.
Compared with humanity, the Elf Race was far too weak.
Back then, the Wizard Speaker had had no intention of fighting the Elf Race to the death. Otherwise, had Sky City been activated, the victor would still have been uncertain.
Moreover, a fight to the death between Destiny