My System Just Exploded, And You Ask Me to Become a God?-Chapter 59 --Target of All

Everyone present was so frightened, it felt as if their souls had nearly fled their bodies.

The Crimsonflame Marquis—an immensely respected figure in the Luminous Pearl Kingdom—had just been referred to as "bullshit" by none other than Joad.

If word of this were to spread... it wouldn’t just be Joad in trouble. Even the bystanders, innocent as they might be, would undoubtedly be dragged into the storm and forced to shoulder the consequences together.

"Silence!"

Belzebuth barked at Joad, his voice sharp and thunderous. "How dare you insult the noble Crimsonflame Marquis?!"

"Heh. Noble?" Joad scoffed. "I must be blind, ’cause I’m just not seeing where that nobility’s supposed to be."

"Before I even opened my mouth, what were all of you saying again?"

"You were claiming that the person who wrote the letter—some so-called ’savage’—was actually a spy from a foreign kingdom!"

"All I did was go along with what you were saying and call him a load of bullshit. That’s a problem now?"

The third prince’s eyes lit up. He quickly picked up on Joad’s lead and added fuel to the fire with a mock-innocent tone, "That’s right, big brother. When you guys were insulting the author of the letter, Joad didn’t say a word. But now that he’s supporting your opinion, you’re suddenly unhappy about it?"

Belzebuth and Clark’s expressions both darkened immediately.

Of course they knew Joad had done it on purpose.

But the reality was that Joad had completely upended them all—with just a single letter, no less. They were utterly thrown off course and couldn’t find their footing.

The Nova Banquet was, on the surface, a grand celebration meant to welcome and connect with promising new talents from across the realms.

But everyone here knew the truth—it was really just another form of silent competition.

Between families, between personal strength... there were always winners and losers.

And among all the so-called "new stars," the heir of the Crimsonflame Marquis was undeniably the brightest of them all.

That’s why a special welcome gift had been prepared just for her. Everyone understood what it meant: winning her favor was tantamount to winning over the Crimsonflame Marquis. Only with that connection could one expect to navigate the currents of the Luminous Pearl Kingdom smoothly in the future.

But now, thanks to Joad’s little game, they were being forced into a confrontation with the Marquis himself.

And it wasn’t just those standing here today. The families behind them were bound to get caught up in this mess too.

After all, it was widely known across the kingdom that the Crimsonflame Marquis was extremely protective of his own.

Belzebuth trembled with rage. His lips quivered as he pointed a shaky finger at Joad and Baphomet.

"Utter... utter nonsense!" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Baphomet stepped forward, shielding Joad behind him like a knight protecting his liege, ready to take on the world if needed.

Joad was a little moved... and also a bit curious.

This was the first time he’d met the third prince, so why was the guy siding with him so wholeheartedly?

He thought about it for a long moment... and finally came to a conclusion.

Maybe this prince just has a thing for handsome guys.

"Huh?!"

As soon as that thought landed, Joad suddenly felt a sharp contraction in a certain part of his body. His hands moved swiftly behind his back, and without drawing attention, he subtly edged away from Baphomet.

Unaware of Joad’s inner panic, Baphomet continued to face off against his elder brother Belzebuth with righteous fervor.

Belzebuth clenched his fists, clearly losing patience. "So what if you have a letter from Vanessa? You’re just her friend, not her!"

"At most, you’re no different from us. No—actually, you’re even less!"

Clark quickly chimed in, eager to back him up. "Exactly! You just happened to get lucky and meet Lady Vanessa. I really don’t get what you’re so proud of. This is the glorious Nova Banquet, not some garbage dump. If anyone should be kicked out, it’s you!"

The son of Count Greypine couldn’t help but snicker at their words. He added mockingly, "The only person from Ilan worth even glancing at is Leit. I guarantee it—besides Leit, the rest of you are nothing but trash!"

"If it weren’t for Leit’s sake, you country bumpkins wouldn’t even deserve to set foot in the Luminous Pearl Kingdom!"

Hearing that, Joad immediately shot back with a grin, "Well, look at that. You hit the nail on the head. I am here thanks to Senior Leit’s reputation."

"If you’ve got a problem with it, why don’t you go fight Leit yourself? If you win, I’ll pack up and leave right this second. What do you say? Dare to try?"

Ivy’s eyes widened in disbelief.

She had seen people deflect blame before—but never had she seen someone redirect trouble this smoothly and naturally. It was flawless, like art.

How did the topic shift so suddenly toward Leit?

"Hmph! Leit this, Leit that. Can’t survive without him, can you?" Belzebuth sneered, clearly annoyed by Joad’s smug expression.

Just then, Clark gave a cold snort.

"I never said I was scared of Leit."

"Oh, wow," Joad clicked his tongue mockingly. "Anyone can talk big. Got the guts to actually do something?"

Clark’s brows furrowed—he was clearly rattled.

He quickly turned to the first prince, silently pleading for backup.

Belzebuth gritted his teeth. "So what if it’s Leit? I am—"

"What? A spoiled princeling with nothing to offer but your pedigree?" Joad cut him off. "Let me be blunt—someone like you, all reputation and no substance, couldn’t last a second against Senior Leit. He’d pummel you into the ground without even blinking!"

"I swear to the stars—!" Belzebuth cursed loudly.

Joad had really gotten under his skin.

He’d actually managed to provoke the royal prince of the kingdom into swearing in front of everyone.

The third prince, watching this unravel, burst out laughing. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen his elder brother so agitated—riled up like a headless chicken.

To further enjoy the moment—no, to help his big brother calm down—Baphomet forced down his laughter and leaned in with a composed air, saying, "Big brother, please, relax. Why waste your breath on an Ilan student like him?"

"Sure, Leit is also from Ilan—and yes, he’s a level 6 array mage with an incredibly rare mana affinity. He could crush most of us with one hand."

"But you, brother, are the first prince of the Luminous Pearl Kingdom. Even if your strength is second only to Leit’s, that’s perfectly understandable."

"After all, we’re just human. It’s not fair to compare ourselves to a monster, is it?"

Belzebuth shot Baphomet a glare sharp enough to cut steel. "No one asked for your opinion!"

He then turned his attention back to Joad, eyes burning with fury.

"What a silver-tongued Ilan student! But in the Luminous Pearl Kingdom, everything is based on strength! I admit—Leit is powerful. But our kingdom’s people... will always be stronger!"

His righteous declaration stirred the hearts of the young elites standing around them.

As princes, the first things they were trained in weren’t magic or martial arts—but the art of rhetoric—how to rally the people.

Now, under Belzebuth’s heated speech, everyone present found their blood boiling. Even those who knew they were nowhere near Leit’s level were suddenly convinced they could fight him to a draw.

Ivy cast Joad a nervous glance.

She couldn’t understand his game.

Why would Joad bring up Leit in the first place?

Leit wasn’t even here. Even if he successfully redirected everyone’s ire... it wouldn’t do any good.

Baphomet, too, was watching Joad curiously. This entire situation was becoming more and more entertaining.

But what he really wanted to know was... how was Joad going to clean up this mess?