THE GOD EATER

Chapter 1388: Another Interrogation.

He didn’t want Time Traveler, Time Traveler’s son, and any other random Gemini to ruin all of his hard work. But he couldn’t create something like that directly, or it would draw too much attention.

He had to pretend to try and fail many times. At least, he had to fail more times than he had when making Supreme Metacs for the Devouring Pathway.

Since he failed about three times at Supreme Metacs for the Devouring Pathway, he had to fail at least six to ten times trying to make ones for the Time Pathway. That level of wastage alone made him secretly grind his teeth in frustration. But it got worse.

He was rich and could afford that kind of wastage of lifespan, but he also had to pretend to be poor. A new Dao Lord definitely shouldn’t be able to afford the lifespan needed to pretend to be inept, so he was shackled on both ends.

It was a feeling so abhorrent that a torrent of obscenities came pouring out of his heart and soul unbidden. He had so much anger buried within, but no way to let it out. That unhealthy amount of anger stifled him and forced him to be content with satisfying himself with cursing, cursing, and more cursing.

After cursing the Gemini race to his heart’s content, he calmed down and thought, ’Forget it. I’ll just stick with the Divine Metac version of what I have in mind.’

’I can’t use the Supreme Metac version anyway. And I definitely can’t fuse it with the spark of power. So until I can copy Supreme Metacs into the spark of power directly, I shouldn’t have a problem.’

So far, he has had many successes and some failures in his work with Supreme Metacs. The successes definitely outnumbered his failures, but he was still pissed off about them.

What he failed to do was pretty important, so it was reasonable that he was upset about it. But most of his unhappiness stemmed from the restriction of his freedom. Even if he had succeeded in every project, he would still be pissed off.

Regarding his success, most of it came from trying to make Supreme Metacs of the Devouring Pathway. After pretending for a while, he managed to create two more Supreme Metacs.

He made the Emotion Devouring Supreme Metac and the Mind Devouring Supreme Metac. Both of them were proper Grand Daos. He didn’t mess with them anyway.

So he made six Supreme Metacs in two days. Calling it eye-catching would be an undue understatement. That’s an understatement that was intentionally made while knowing full well that the evaluation should be higher.

Therefore, it didn’t surprise him to see the eye in his inner world grow restless after he made them. The eye moved up and down, flying erratically like a drunk butterfly around his inner world.

The eye seemed to be searching for something. Loki hoped it would find whatever it was looking for.

After a while, the eye stopped jumping around. It floated around his godheads gently like it had been doing recently.

Loki sighed in relief and thought, ’It is like a restless, unwanted house pest that can beat its owner up.’

So yes, he found the eye annoying. He felt that anyone who wanted to kill an unwanted house pest but didn’t dare to attempt it for fear of being smashed to bits would be at least as annoyed as he was by the imposition.

Just as he was about to move on to the next part of his project, he heard the eye say, "How did you make the Supreme Metacs?"

The eye wasn’t asking him. It was questioning Black Loki.

Of course, Black Loki, the blissfully ignorant clone, bless his heart, didn’t realize something beside him was asking a question. He only wanted to answer some random question that popped into his mind. He wanted to become an insane person who talks aloud for no apparent reason.

Whatever the eye was doing didn’t work on the true Loki, though. But after thinking about it, he decided to let Black Loki snitch and sing like a canary.

So Black Loki said, "I don’t know. It came to me, I guess."

"I just knew what to do. I followed my instincts, and it worked out well."

"But it isn’t anything special. I have always been talented that way. My talent has only gotten better the more understanding of pathways and Supreme Metacs I acquire."

The eye ruminated on that information for a while. Meanwhile, Black Loki continued working on the Divine Metac to block time manipulation, unaware he had just said something. Only Loki was worried.

He had his heart in his throat as he waited for the eye’s reaction. After all, the eye could be called his prison warden. If he couldn’t make peace with his warden, he would definitely have a hard time in the prison the god king constructed for him.

But the eye refused to say anything about his performance or indicate if he passed. A few seconds passed by like that, with his anxiety slowly building up. His anxiety spiked so fast, it was soon competing with his anger and frustration for first place.

Then six seconds later, the eye said, "Can you remember the events of the previous timeline?"

’Here it is,’ Loki thought, trying to keep his heart calm.

’I knew it would come, and here it is. I just need to do what I practiced well, and everything should work out well.’

While he prepared himself and feared for his life, Black Loki was nonchalant, saying, "I think so."

"I’m not sure, though. I don’t remember anything concrete. I just have a sense of deja vu once in a while. When it happens, it usually makes me stop what I wanted to do and do something else."

"It is unnerving sometimes because I should have perfect memory and should be able to remember whatever I’ve experienced. But then everything works well, and I don’t mind it so much," he said, shrugging.