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Bell had countless questions he wanted to ask Qiu Hai.

The most crucial issue is undoubtedly his own.

What kind of 'thing' did Qiu Hai turn him into?

However, before the question could even be asked, Qiu Hai's single word caused Bell to freeze on the spot.

"Demi...god?"

Bell stared wide-eyed at Qiu Hai, frozen in place as if his brain's CPU had burned out, smoke even rising from his head.

It took him a good ten seconds to react, and he suddenly stood up and shoved the chair behind him over with a bang.

"Mr. Qiuhai, what do you mean by that?!"

"Literally, you've become half a god," Qiu Hai said with a smile, raising his teacup to him playfully.

"How is this possible? Please don't make such a blasphemous joke!"

"A joke? Bell Craney, what kind of 'thing' do you think God is?"

Looking at the excited Bell, Qiu Hai asked a question in return.

Bell's words caught in his throat, and he looked bewildered. God? What is God?

Does being powerful make someone a god? Does being able to do what humans can't make someone a god? Or is it that what we often see in our daily lives is the true form of a god?

No... there is no standard answer to this question. God's standards are different for everyone. Powerful, respectable, and holy are just words that people impose upon each other.

To praise the gods as if they were mortals would, by their very nature, be no different from that of humans.

"You can't answer this question, and in fact, I can't give a truly objective answer either."

Looking at the bewildered Bell, Qiu Hai smiled and said...

"But to this world, Bell, you, who have had the divine blood left in your body by me activated, are a demigod to the people of this world."

He stood up, walked to Bell's side, lit a flame in his hand, and whispered to the bewildered boy.

"You can wield fire and lightning; it's a power bestowed upon you by your demigod lineage. Many others, including myself, can do the same, but do you know the difference?"

Bell shook his head, while Qiu Hai transformed the flame in his hand into a dancing arc of electricity and continued...

"Because you are the 'command,' and we are merely the 'transformer.'"

"Using magic, spiritual energy, true qi, or any other kind of energy. The process of converting matter by absorbing this external energy, no matter how grand, is still classified as mortal power."

He looked at the burning laurel wreath atop Bell's head and said softly...

“And you, Bell, you don’t need any control or transformation. You only need to command, and the fire and lightning of nature will be at your disposal.”

"And this is power, the difference between mortals and gods!"

To use a more concrete analogy, those with divine powers are like the administrators of this world, able to directly manipulate backend programs. Mortals, on the other hand, are like hackers—possibly highly skilled, but lacking the necessary permissions.

But this does not mean that the former is necessarily better than the latter.

The difference between gods and mortals lies in their life form and the nature of their existence, but strength and weakness are not equivalent.

After all, there are plenty of shameful gods in various mythologies, and even more shameful demigods!

For a 'Greek demigod' like Bale, the number of embarrassing things he did is countless!

You can't assume all demigods are this level just because Hercules is one. Grik and Rataen are also demigod offspring, yet the difference between them is enormous.

Feeling lost? Do you feel disoriented and unsure how to define your role?

Seeing through Bell's fragile confusion, Qiu Hai smiled and said...

"Actually, you don't need to belittle yourself. So what if you're a demigod? Mortals can become heroes, but demigods can't? In fact, in more classical mythology, heroes are almost all demigods."

"Isn't this... cheating?" Bell murmured, biting her lip.

While other clan adventurers awakened their power through training and battles by absorbing divine blood, he gained power that they could never achieve in their entire lives simply because of the 'modification' of the person in front of him.

"I'm not a psychologist, so I can't teach you anything in this regard."

Qiu Hai patted Bell on the shoulder, but instead slipped a black wristwatch into his hand.

"However, if you're interested, you'd be very welcome to come to our world."

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving Bell alone, lost in thought.

Qiu Hai didn't want to, and was too lazy to, talk to Bell about grand principles like justice, protection, righteousness, and courage.

Gus and the others didn't have the idea of ​​being life mentors either; Bell Craney's extravagant bewilderment seemed a bit too pretentious to them.

But I suppose he'll figure it out himself soon.

After all, his war was just around the corner.

Chapter 27: 131. The War Game Begins

The day soon arrived when the time came to draw lots to decide the war game.

The gods, once again gathered with the Tower of Babel, began the lottery ceremony. Under Ganesha's supervision, the two sides began drawing lots.

Because the participants are three parties, it is almost impossible to achieve a fair solution, so a lottery was naturally chosen to decide the outcome.

Ganesha reached into the lottery barrel, stirred it for a moment, and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, which he then unfolded.

"--Legion War"

Ganesha looked at Hestia with an expression that was hard to decipher—it was unclear whether it was pity or something else—and said in a deep voice...

There are many ways to play war games, such as arena battles, legion battles, and siege battles—but without a doubt, legion battles are the most dependent on the collective strength of the clan.

As the name suggests, the Legion War is a battle where two factions are given fixed bases on a vast plain, and then they begin to charge at each other. Whoever takes down the enemy general first wins.

However, this didn't make much difference to Hestia.

Because no matter what, in the end, the only one who will participate in this war game will be her only child.

"Hahahaha! This is a sacred and fair lottery decision, and no objections will be accepted!"

Apollo laughed mockingly, while Ishtar smiled politely, as if everything was already under his control.

Hestia, however, remained expressionless, watching Apollo and Ishtar.

"Fairness? Sacredness? When you say these things, do you really dare to let those people fight for me?"

Apollo's laughter died in his throat, and Ishtar also stopped smiling, his face showing shame, anger, and resentment.

During this time, Leos and his group weren't just sitting around doing nothing.

Leios and Guts, feeling bored, went down into the dungeon, but on the way, they casually kicked to death a group of strange members of a clan that called themselves some kind of Dark Faction.

When they returned, they were blocked by the Ganesha's retinue.

Guild leader Shakti, along with many high-ranking members of the Ganesha Familia and the guild, wanted to take them back for questioning.

Then?

Gus doesn't like hitting women, except for those who come to cause trouble.

Shakti, a level 5 fighter, exchanged a few blows with Guts in full view of everyone before finally getting him to draw his sword, and then knocked him unconscious in the next moment. The battle was anything but exciting.

That's what makes it so terrifying. After the news spread, the gods all suspected that Guts and Leos were at least level 7.

Stak and Jell have been behaving themselves lately, but Kazuki is anything but.

He was probably the only one in this top-secret mode who still remembered 'searching', and he clearly harbored a deep grudge against the Ishtar Familia.

Having recovered from the trauma of almost being raped by a tank, an enraged Kazuma sneaked into the Ishtar Familia under the cover of night.

He didn't do anything like an assassin, but when Ishtar woke up, he found himself stripped naked and hung at the guild's main entrance.

Being able to steal the main god silently from within a clan also means being able to assassinate their high-ranking members one by one in a single night.

Suzuki Satoru didn't make any big moves; he was simply focusing on studying the mysteries of divine blood.

But in any case, these mysterious figures have already shown everyone and even the gods of Orario through their actions during this time—

They are absolutely not to be messed with!

"Hestia, don't forget you can't acknowledge them as your children either!" Apollo forced a smile.

"If you admit it, then you'll be..."

"If they're not my children, what do they have to do with the outcome of the war game?" Hestia sneered.

"Even if you beat me, Leos and Guts will still ignore you, and Ishtar, you'll not only lose face, but you won't gain anything either, will you?"

Hestia's words instantly turned the expressions of the two gods as black as the bottom of a pot. Yes, things had developed to this point, and they had actually suffered a great loss!

Even if they win this war game, they will still get nothing. What good will it do them if they drive Hestia out of Orario?

Was he after her dilapidated church? Or the pittance she made selling potato balls?!

"Don't be so smug, Hestia!" Ishtar gritted her teeth, glaring at the loli goddess, and said resentfully.

"Even if it's just to vent our anger, we will torture and kill your children!"

......

The city is bustling with activity.

On the long-awaited day of the war game, Orario had accumulated extraordinary enthusiasm and excitement.

All the taverns opened early in the morning and set up stalls on every corner of the street.

The countless parchment paintings that have adorned the road to this day are the result of the gods' overconfident promotion. The paintings depict the sun emblem of the Apollo Familia and the Venus emblem of the Ishtar Familia. As for the Hestia Familia, since they have no emblem, they simply drew a rabbit to represent them.

On this special day, almost all adventurers take a day off and crowd into taverns to watch the event. Laborers who have managed to get time off join ordinary citizens on the main street or in the central square, eagerly awaiting the moment.

Discussing, arguing, and anticipating.

"I am Ganesha!!!"

An extravagant stage had been illegally installed in the guild headquarters' front courtyard, and Ganesha, the god in charge of broadcasting, was shouting in a loud voice through a magic stone megaphone. The front courtyard was also packed with a large crowd.

"Oh, the atmosphere is getting lively."

Loki pressed his face against the window, looking down at the scene below.

The thirtieth floor of the Tower of Babel. Most of the gods, who were more eager than anyone else for the war game, had arrived here, along with the three main gods who would wage proxy war.

Loki took out a pocket watch that showed noon was approaching, and she raised her chin to the air and said:

"Then, Uranus, please allow us to exercise our power."

His words, which vibrated the space, received a response a few seconds later.

【--license】.

From the direction of the guild headquarters, it seemed as if a solemn and powerful declaration could be heard, and all the gods in Orario snapped their fingers in unison.

In an instant, "mirrors" appeared in taverns, street corners, and even in the void. These countless round windows that appeared in every corner of the city caused a stir among the crowd.

This is the "divine power" permitted to be used in the mortal realm—the "Divine Mirror." It possesses the ability to see a thousand miles, allowing one to see everything passing by even when separated by distance. This is the only exception recognized so that the gods can enjoy the activities planned in the mortal realm.

The gods would use these "mirrors" to watch with their children the war games unfolding far beyond Orario.

Meanwhile, in the basement of the Hestia Familia's residence, Akihime and her fellow reincarnators watched their little brother's performance.

“Divine power…” Suzuki Satoru murmured thoughtfully, looking at the round mirror in front of him.

He still couldn't understand the principle behind this power.

Although the divine blood he possessed could be exchanged for a considerable amount of reward points simply by bringing it back to the Main God Space, Suzuki Satoru hoped to gain control of his own power by studying this divine blood.

However, it is clear that he does not have that kind of research talent, and he has not yet figured out anything about the divine blood in his hands.

He also couldn't understand the operation and principles of divine power, so it seemed impossible to replace the divine bloodline through this.

Seeing that the gods could wield divine power, provided Uranus permitted it, they were not lambs to the slaughter, but a herd of tyrannical dragons that had bound their own hands and feet.

This disappointed Suzuki Satoru, who had hoped to make a fortune by killing a certain god.

However... although he couldn't achieve his most important goal for the time being, Suzuki Satoru still found another interesting use for the Soma Blood he had and a certain enhancement he had exchanged.

He glanced back at his companions.

It's time to act.

So we're just going to stand here and watch?

Leos popped a handful of popcorn—it looked like it was made from some kind of concoction—into his mouth, chewing as he asked Qiu Hai beside him, "..."