Only God
Chapter 349 - 306: The Grand Plan

Chapter 349: Chapter 306: The Grand Plan

Slaier was taken aback.

His pupils shrank violently as he stared incredulously at Shan’en on the throne.

The latter returned his gaze calmly.

The atmosphere in the hall congealed and fell silent.

"Shan’en, the greatest Divine King, the master of thunder..."

Slaier’s voice trembled softly.

As a god infamous for lies and tricks, ever haughty and untamed, he deemed none of the deities of the Celestial Kingdom worthy of respect. The multitudes of Gods rebuked him as cunning as a field snake—he took no shame in that, but rather prided himself on it, taking delight in fooling the divine.

But Slaier knew deep down why he could fool the other divine beings—it was because they all possessed reason and could communicate.

But that once-sealed Primordial Will...

This god skilled in lies and tricks shuddered.

Even though Slaier had not experienced that world-shocking war, he had glimpsed the fearful aftershocks from the conversations of other Gods.

That was not a being that could be fooled.

Let alone deceived or tricked, they, as divine beings with souls, could not even communicate with the Primordial Will.

Slaier was once a Subordinate God to Kagawus, during which Kagawus had unreservedly shared the ancient histories with him. This god of lies and tricks knew that in an era so ancient that even the Gods had not yet awakened, the Primordial Will manipulated the universe’s stars like puppets.

And in that day of destruction, the great flood had nearly swept away half the world, and from this, Slaier could see that the Primordial Will bestowed only destruction upon the present world.

"Shan’en, the greatest Divine King, the master of thunder, our Monarch..."

Under fear, Slaier repeated again, his voice still trembling...

"You must be joking, I may be the god of lies and tricks, I was once proud of my wisdom in deceiving the divine, but now it seems, my pride in wisdom is far inferior to your greatness."

Slaier’s voice was sincere, and he bowed deeply.

Then, the words uttered by Shan’en left him completely dumbfounded.

"Slaier, I have indeed broken the seal."

The god of lies and tricks stood still in his place, too stunned to move, even forgetting to tremble.

Shan’en waited quietly for his reaction, the King of Gods having plenty of patience.

Finally, Slaier slowly uttered:

"Divine King... why, why would you do such a thing?"

Shan’en did not answer his question but countered with one of his own:

"Aren’t you curious why I closed the doors of the Golden Hall and summoned only you here?"

Summoned, was a rather pleasant word.

In reality, Slaier had been forcibly brought to the Golden Hall, both soul and gemstone, by Shan’en.

After that, Shan’en had closed the doors of the hall.

Even then, Slaier could only give a bitter smile:

"Divine King, I am grateful for your summons, if not for you, I would not have the honor of encountering the Primordial Will."

"So,"

"Why did you summon me, what exactly do you intend to do?"

From the throne, Shan’en began to speak:

"Slaier, Kagawus once told you the whole truth about that prophecy concerning Heaven.

Your death was indeed spectacular, yet full of deception.

You died, yet used the Wish Stone to transform into a gemstone, seeking a chance to mend your soul."

Slaier softly complimented:

"All are mere trifles in your presence, not worth mentioning.

But what if the gemstone were to be shattered?

I would be utterly and completely dead..."

Shan’en sneered and spat out a sentence,

"No, no, Slaier.

The reason you so easily abandon your own life is that you know you will not actually die.

In Kagawus’s prophecy, there was a line ’Whoever receives my spirit will come here upon death.’

You have long pinned your final hope on this very sentence..."

Slaier froze.

His gaze no longer brimmed with confidence.

"Slaier, I summoned you because I need your help with something."

Shan’en slowly rose from his throne,

"Among the Gods, only you were sentenced to death, you were meant to die anyway, so you might as well die again."

The Thunder Spear in his hand, both his mighty power and the Scepter of the entire Country of Divines, shimmered with electric light.

Slaier watched the approaching Thunder Spear,

"What do you intend to do?!"

Shan’en walked down the steps one by one, his footsteps crisp, reverberating in the Golden Hall.

"I have broken the seal of the Primordial Will, it won’t be long before the power of the Primordial Will will infect the soul of every divine.

Our father, His Heaven is about to descend, the order I once forged by hand will be destroyed, and the thousands of years of the Golden Age will end because of Him.

His grand plan is about to be realized.

Then... Slaier, we now have in our hands a plan almost as grand...

Once the War God Saiama was the representative of the Primordial Will, now, I will accept it and become its incarnation in the world..."

Shan’en approached closer and closer until the tall figure of the King of Gods completely obscured the God of Deception and Trickery, whose pupils trembled incessantly in the shadows.

Grand plan...

The grand plan belonging to the King of Gods.

"Shan’en,

what do you wish to bring to this world?!"

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The land plunged into severe turmoil.

The once modest but sufficient small country now faced a famine unseen in a century.

The heavens and earth droughted, the once fertile wheat fields cracked open countless fissures, and the Kingdoms on the land fell into wars against each other to survive.

Even though the war had not yet reached Danschel City, King Phil of the Palace already felt the aftermath of the conflict.

The great Kingdom of Nesol had already experienced successive rebellions.

The city-states at its borders, due to famine, were in constant turmoil, people began killing each other, greed amplified, only extreme rule prevailed in extreme environments, neighbors of yesterday betrayed each other today, fathers and sons of the day before faced each other with swords the next.

In these terrifying times, even the noblest Sage no longer viewed gold and silver as trivial.

King Phil heard reports that in a copper mine, residents gathered at the collapsed mine, swarming like dense ants around an Ant Mountain, burrowing holes, eroding the once-intact mountain at an unimaginable speed, just to mine a bit of copper and iron, crowding into the narrow mines.

At first, King Phil thought they were slaves forced into such conditions, but as the reports from his subjects continued, he learned that they were there voluntarily, all for a mouthful of thin millet porridge.