Only God
Chapter 178 - 154: The Coveted Golden Horn!

Chapter 178: Chapter 154: The Coveted Golden Horn!

Everyone looked at the laughing Slaier, feeling a cold shiver deep inside.

Even Baird, clad in Dragon Skin, could not help his thick fingers from trembling.

Only Noen did not show too much surprise.

"Slaier, esteemed Divine,"

Noen stepped forward, speaking in a respectful tone,

"There is no doubt that what we mortals consider minor oversights appear as significant flaws to you, and what we thought were foolproof plans are full of holes to your ears."

"Oh, I rarely receive such flattery."

Slaier chuckled.

There was no lie in his words.

For the Star of deceit and cunning awoke but decades ago, and there were not many mortals on this earth who could recognize him, let alone flatter him.

"Radiant Slaier, you are eloquent and shrewd, and no matter how we mortals plot against you, it is but a child’s play."

"You compare yourselves to children?"

"Yes, we mortals are not arrogant. We know that in the eyes of the Gods, we mortals are nothing."

Noen observed Slaier’s expression closely.

Years of servitude, under the harsh discipline of an old servant, had taught Noen early on to read people’s expressions, a skill befitting a slave.

"However, Slaier, you are slightly different from the other Gods."

"Oh?"

Slaier looked at Noen with interest,

"I do acknowledge that. But why do you say so?"

"Have you heard of the God on the high mountain?"

Noen asked slowly.

"Of course, that is our Father."

Slaier responded, sizing up Noen.

"Then you should know the creator is not like the other Gods."

Noen spoke slowly,

"The creator views us as his children."

"So what, Noen? Do you expect me to fear the so-called ’children of God’ title you claim?"

Slaier laughed as if he had heard a great joke.

"No, Slaier"

Noen stared at Slaier, word by word,

"I mean,

the creator is not like the other Gods,

and you... are also different from other Divines."

Slaier’s smile immediately ceased, and he narrowed his eyes, staring at Noen.

Noen was walking on thin ice, but still maintained composure,

"So many Gods see us as insignificant ants,

yet you mercifully make contracts with us, as if playing with children.

If you ask me...

Among thousands of Divines, only you come closest to your Father, the creator on the high mountain."

In the thin mist of the forest, Slaier’s face was hazy.

He stared at Noen, watching this Stone Slave for a long time.

"Your words could indeed move a Divine’s heart."

Slaier slowly smiled, stretching out his hand, showing the generosity characteristic of a Divine,

"Tell me, what do you want to do?

But, whether I agree or not is my decision."

Noen breathed a slight sigh of relief internally and spoke in a pleading tone:

"Esteemed Slaier,

we do not dare to ask for a whole Wish Stone from you,

the respectful mortals simply wish to beg for one wish from your hands."

Slaier tossed the Wish Stone in his hand, seemingly pondering.

After a moment, he spoke:

"Well then, how about we sign another contract?"

"Please speak."

"If you cannot fulfill the last contract with this one wish, then... the souls of your family will also belong to me."

Slaier revealed his terms with a playful chuckle.

The crowd gasped sharply, for even demanding the souls of family members was far too cruel.

Noen turned and looked at the crowd with pleading eyes.

After hesitating for a moment, Casas was the first to nod at Noen.

Subsequently, one by one, the slaves also nodded at Noen, showing immense trust in him.

Finally... the Hero destined to win three great victories, after staring at Noen for a long time, also slowly nodded his head.

In the group, everyone extended their trust to Noen.

"I will agree to your request, Slaier, but the deadline is before the dawn tonight, and during the entire process, please do not interfere with us."

"Okay."

Slaier grabbed the Wish Stone and continued:

"There are only two wishes left in this Wish Stone, and I will make one wish first."

Then, Slaier held the Wish Stone with both hands and whispered a wish.

No one heard what wish Slaier had made; only the Divine themselves knew.

Before long, Slaier threw the Wish Stone in his hand.

The Wish Stone traced an arc in the air and accurately landed in Noen’s hand.

Noen exhaled and looked at the nearly dim Wish Stone in his hand.

Undoubtedly, there was only one wish left in the Wish Stone.

The crowd gathered around, watching Noen uneasily.

They trusted, but that did not mean they were not afraid.

One wish... How could it be possible to blow the horn of the Gold Bull and stand among the stars?

Noen heard the panicked breathing and nervous heartbeats of the crowd.

In fact... the young man also felt an indescribable unease.

But he suppressed everything with his faith.

Once the contract could not be completed,

it meant that his soul would be taken away.

More terrifying than these,

what made Noen more fearful was that,

he could no longer return to the foot of the high mountains, return to his homeland, nor face the beloved God.

Noen bowed his head and softly began to pray,

"God... please have mercy on me."

After this, Noen slowly lifted his head.

He saw Slaier waiting in the Secret Forest in the distance, watching the panicked crowd with interest.

Noen asked the other slaves to step aside a bit, then called Baird and Casas over.

From Slaier’s perspective, these three seemed to be muttering something.

After a few nods, the trio reached a consensus.

Slaier watched these mortals.

What were they still struggling for?

Did they still delude themselves with completing this impossible contract?

The god of lies and tricks found it amusing.

From the moment He targeted Noen and his companions, He had anticipated their search for the Wish Stone.

However, to make Noen sign the contract, He didn’t impose stricter conditions but chose to exploit loopholes in the contract.

Slaier smirked, watching each mortal as if seeing prey at the brink of death.

"Noen... you truly amuse me and pique my curiosity,

Even the Divine wants to see what your soul looks like."

Slaier muttered to himself.

He knew Noen could not complete both tasks with just one wish.

The reason Slaier agreed to Noen’s request, apart from Noen’s flattering words, was also because it amused him, much like a cat playing with a mouse for a while.

In the eyes of the Divine, it was a lamb waiting for slaughter, struggling futilely before execution.

Noen raised the Wish Stone in his hand, looking at Casas.

The leaves by the lake swayed in the wind, casting long shadows.

"Please fulfill my wish to turn Casas into a living Gold Bull."

After making the wish, Noen gripped the Wish Stone tightly and walked around Casas, slowly chanting the Spell taught by the Oak Sage.

Under the night sky, the crowd watched Casas in amazement.

Under the luminous brilliance of the Wish Stone, Casas’s neck, shoulders, and back muscles gradually bulged, his body bent downwards, standing on all fours. A golden color invaded his fur, and his feet grew four toes.

Casas shook his head,

and there, on his head, appeared a pair of bull’s golden horns!

At this moment, not only the bystander slaves but also Casas himself came to a realization.

So the so-called non-existent bull’s golden horns were actually like this!

Slaier watched this scene and couldn’t help but burst into laughter. This was indeed very amusing.

Noen had indeed brought Him a great surprise.

This further solidified Slaier’s intention to take Noen’s soul.

"Well... it seems you’ve found the long-desired golden horns,

but perhaps I should take your souls now.

After all,

the contract has not yet been completed."

"It’s not time yet, Slaier."

Noen did not look at the Divine.

Instead, he looked up at the starry sky,

"The time is before dawn tonight."