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Chapter 1329: Terms
In the Willhall, a challenge between gods was handled differently than in the outside world.
The process was almost identical, but the rules differed. The moment a challenge was accepted, a black hole would form between the two gods, and they’d get drawn into an expansive coliseum like space.
Then, a loud chime would resound across the entire Willhall, signifying to the other gods that a battle was about to take place.
All anyone who wished to watch had to do was make contact with the black hole using their wills.
In the Willhall, battles happened like clockwork. Factions or not, thrusting prideful and egotistical beings into the same environment was destined to breed conflict.
During his short stay here, Atticus had heard the chime ring multiple times.
Because of how common it was, the other gods usually ignored the battle announcements, unless it was a high stakes fight between two elite gods.
The Redflame god accepted Atticus’ challenge, and the black hole appeared. They were sucked in.
The instant the chime rang, the word spread across the factions like wildfire. Other faction members who had deemed it useless to attend class were informed through their wills, and they surged towards the classroom the next moment.
It was a battle most of them had been anticipating all day. They had wanted to witness the power of the one the Redflame faction had issued a Burning to.
What the hell did he do to step on their toes when he’d only just arrived in the middle planes?
And from the words that spread, the impossible god he had dared to challenge... It was a fight neither of them wanted to miss.
Kale Gladeflame was having one of the best days of his life. He could be said to have been born with a golden spoon, being born as the second son of a Viscount.
A Viscount had a major world under their belt. It was the next stage after Baron, which was a title Kale himself held, but they could not be compared.
It was a known fact that a Baron needed to absorb at least fifty worlds of its initial size to become a Viscount.
The trillions of citizens, the army they had at their disposal, the difference between both ranks was as vast as heaven and earth.
Regardless, in a world like the middle planes, one had to make a name for themselves. People birthed children to use as tools, and Kale couldn’t deny that it was his current situation, but the centuries spent living in the middle plane, he had learned to live with it.
He had joined the Verge wide competition, killed a god and gained a world to build fame and prove himself to his father. And now, he had been given a chance to do just that.
The Burning had been issued by a Count, which meant a Viscount, his father, had also received it.
Words could not begin to describe the fame and opportunities he would receive if he were the one to take care of the enemy, whether he be a cockroach or not.
Meeting the Count wasn’t even out of reach!
Kale smiled as he took in the massive crowd that had gathered for the battle.
’A great audience.’ His eyes blazed. He couldn’t hold back his excitement. The more people, the better.
’It’s a good thing I set that trap.’ He had simply done it to provoke a reaction from the child god.
’But to think he would be stupid enough to challenge me.’
It came as a bit of a shock to him that Atticus had managed to discover the source of the trap, but he simply shrugged it off.
’He has a detection art. So what?’
He hadn’t really put in any thoughts into creating the trap anyway. It wouldn’t change one important fact...
’I’m stronger.’
Kale was well on his way to becoming a Viscount, it was his dream, his goal. He had already absorbed a whole fifteen worlds.
There were thirty five more to go, but it was definitely way more than what a newly ascended god could dream of getting.
It was this fact that gave him a high enough status in the Willhall, having achieved what most struggled to reach. He sat on the third row in class, after all.
’Just two rows away from... her.’
His eyes stopped suddenly. He had just caught sight of a woman sitting calmly. Blazing red hair and eyes, and a beauty that could cause wars.
Despite the bustling crowd, there was a large gap between her and any other person. Only one man was by her side, standing respectfully behind her.
The second daughter of Marquis Dravek Solmar, Scaela Solmar.
’Just you watch.’
Kale smiled and bowed the instant their eyes met. As the daughter of the Marquis, words could not begin to describe her importance.
He, along with practically every Redflame in the Willhall, had been trying to get into her good graces. And for Kale, this was the perfect time to do it.
Kale received nothing for his bow, not even a nod from Scaela. But her piercing gaze on him was all he needed.
He stood and turned towards his ticket to a better world, Atticus. He hadn’t uttered a word since arriving. He stood calmly and unmoved, despite the countless jeers and whispers directed at him.
’Now, all I have to do is put him in his place.’ Kale thought with a cold gaze.
A light suddenly ignited between them, and from it, a small furry creature bathed in bright golden light emerged.
"Welcome to the battle arena, young gods!" it said, glancing at Atticus and then Kale. It looked extremely happy, its shining pointed teeth in full display.
"I will be presiding over this fight today. My name is not relevant to the events of today."
It focused on Kale.
"You are the challenged. What are your terms?"
Many in the crowd waited for his answer. A battle between gods always included two parties, the challenger and the challenged.
Unlike in the Arena of Gods where losing could only mean losing everything, here they had the power to set the terms.
Said power was given to the one who was challenged. And it could range from anything, from resources to a body part, even something as meaningless as a slap on the cheek.
As long as the challenger agreed to the challenged’s terms, all was okay.
"I want his life." Kale’s answer came without hesitation. It was what everyone had expected.