Only God-Chapter 579 - 494: Kind-hearted Slaier (Part 2 in 1)

Chapter 579: Chapter 494: Kind-hearted Slaier (Part 2 in 1)

The Divine congregated their hearts and minds for the imminent arrival of the new world, while the god of lies and deceit, Slaier, naturally could not exclude himself.

Contrary to the enduring fear that the Country of Divines had for the creation of the Path, Slaier felt pleasure upon learning of this matter, the first emotion he experienced.

"Slaier, I did not expect to see excitement in your eyes."

The Prophetic God Kagawus stared at Him and said,

"It seems you’ve been looking forward to this all along."

Slaier turned around, spreading his hands as he spoke,

"Prophetic God, don’t you think that if the world remains unchanged, it will become exceedingly dull?"

Kagawus did not respond. He preferred a world that remained constant over one that welcomed change; the former signified stability, while the latter meant the unknown.

"I must do something, I must do something; that land is my stage!"

Slaier exclaimed excitedly, behaving like a child in front of Kagawus.

"So, what will you do? Fool a person or a Divine, spreading lies and conspiracies everywhere?"

Kagawus asked,

"Or, like me, do nothing unless it’s absolutely necessary?"

This Divine entity, the earliest to awaken in the Celestial Kingdom since the death of Divine King Shan En, had secluded himself in sorrow, rarely venturing out or meeting outsiders.

"No, none of those, they are all too boring. I want to cause a big event."

Slaier shook his head, speaking playfully.

In the next second, the figure of the god of lies and deceit vanished within the Prophetic Temple, and even Kagawus could not keep Him.

The Prophetic God slowly turned, sighing, and slightly lifted His hand but then stopped mid-air.

"Forget it, I won’t make a prophecy."

...

At the Helong Mountain Range, the border between the Golan Kingdom and the Dwarf Kingdom of Kaelonde.

For nearly a century, due to territorial disputes, tensions between the two kingdoms had been ongoing, with the latter treating the mineral-rich Helong range as their ancient territory, while the former considered it a crucial heritage site for the kingdom, a natural frontier for repelling invasions and guarding the land.

Thus, there was never an agreement on the ownership of the land; all negotiations ended in disagreement.

Settlements and villages were scattered across the border, where locals lived by mining the rich mineral deposits in the mountains, with developed mining and trade industries, and being bordered by two nations, the population here comprised of Dwarves, humans, and, of course, the immensely strong giants.

For the common people living there, the friction between the two nations was a close concern, with elderly villagers having experienced it numerous times.

And the village Slaier intended to visit was one of these.

This village leaned on a small coal mine, where dozens of households relied on mining coal for their livelihood.

For many impoverished areas, possessing a coal mine to exploit was considered fortunate, akin to sitting atop a gold mine, but only those who lived generations in this village knew that gold mines could crush people; the collapsed tunnels were like devouring Giant Dragons.

For decades, countless villagers died in accidents, resulting in a gender imbalance in the village, nearly a hundred widows among the dozens of households, with most of their husbands having lost their lives in the mines.

Slaier noticed that inside a wooden house, a girl in the bloom of youth was crying while covering her face.

The girl was human, around fourteen years old, her head wrapped in a black headscarf signifying marriage. She sat on a straw bed, staring at a mining pick, tears repeatedly streaming down her face. She picked up pebbles from the ground to pummel the pick, scarring it, and after a moment, clutched the pick, wailing bitterly.

"It is truly heartbreaking."

Slaier frowned and shook his head,

"How could I not reach out to help?"

Soon, there was a knock on the door of the wooden house.

The girl, noticing the sound, quickly composed herself. She wiped away her tears, got up, and opened the door.

Outside stood a hunched old man in ragged clothes,

"Please, I have been wandering for a long time, could you spare something to eat?"

The old man begged.

The girl immediately turned back into the house, taking half a bowl of leftover acorn porridge to the old man at the door.

The old man took the porridge but did not drink it right away. Instead, he said,

"Let me come inside to warm up for a bit, please, don’t refuse an old man’s request."

The girl hesitated for a moment, then nodded, stepped back, and welcomed the old man inside.

After the old man ate the porridge and warmed up, he naturally began a conversation with the girl, who was named Gloria. She was fourteen and had been married just a month before. Sadly, her husband, a young man of the same age, had died in the mines just a week prior.

The old man shed tears, and the girl, touched by this, started crying again.

"When was he buried?"

The old man inquired.

"Two days ago, it was just two days ago. Oh, harsh Death God, be kind to him."

Gloria said with trembling voice.

"Oh, two days ago, that means there is still time..."

The old man paused, then suddenly said something that seemed nonsensical.

"Since you have hosted me, I can grant you a wish."

Gloria froze, and after a short while asked: 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Have you gone... mad?"

The old man simply asked her to make a wish.

After the old man’s insistent request, the girl finally made a wish,

"I wish my husband, Cloth, would come back to me."