Lear took a deep breath and focused intently.
An attribute panel appeared in his mind—
Shadow of the God of Mirth
???
???
On the panel, there was only a simple na, everything else was question marks.
Truly a god...
He felt a bit of a headache.
The God of Mirth was quite legendary on the Main Plane. It was said that he originally did not possess the authority of mirth.
During the ancient Gods’ war, with his playful attitude towards the world and extraordinary talent, after witnessing the fall of dozens of gods.
By harnessing the dissipated divine spirits and shattered divine formats, he successfully ascended to beco the God of Mirth.
Teasing, gas, and mockery were keywords of his authority, and it fit his style well.
Interestingly, after his birth, the God of Mirth did not establish any sect, nor did he spread his faith.
Instead, he remained on the Main Plane in a unique way, and tales of the God of Mirth often appeared in the mouth of minstrels.
Many have encountered the God of Mirth, and each eting would end with him teasing them, but anyone teased by him would receive rich rewards.
Due to his frequent appearances and the rewards that ca with them, the God of Mirth’s reputation on the Main Plane was no worse than other divine spirits.
Lear did not expect this shadow to be such a legendary divine spirit.
As he sized up the shadow, it finished coalescing and slowly opened its eyes.
In an instant, the hazy form beca lively, as if injected with a soul.
They were a pair of dark, enigmatic eyes, deep as the starry sky, filled with curiosity, amusent, and mischief.
He slightly raised his head with a hint of aristocratic arrogance.
"Human, you’re the first person I’ve t today... you can take an item that interests and trade it for any treasure you desire from ."
"Rember, any treasure!"
Lear frowned slightly, staring directly into the other’s eyes.
"A shadow from who knows where, speaking so boldly... Can you really offer sothing valuable enough to interest ?"
These words left the shadow of the God of Mirth montarily stunned.
Then it burst into laughter.
"Interesting, interesting... It’s been a long ti since I’ve t soone so amusing."
"Then I’ll tell you, as long as you want it... I have it!"
A hint of mockery flashed in Lear’s eyes as he sized him up and down.
"Really? I don’t believe it..."
Damn, this guy.
Shadow was montarily frustrated, but then rembered his identity was still concealed. As long as he brought out a treasure later, it would surely shock him, so his mood recovered.
"Hmph... Do you know who I am?"
"I don’t know... and I don’t care, what does it have to do with who you are?"
Darn it, can’t this rascal give a chance to show off?
With a cold snort, he replied in annoyance.
"Enough with the nonsense, these are the rules I set. Now, you may state what you want! And I will take an item from you that interests !"
"Shadow, I don’t believe you have everything... What I want, you can’t provide."
"Nonsense, do you know who I am and still dare to say I can’t provide?!"
"I don’t care who you are... Even if you’re the legendary God of Mirth, who has everything, you can’t provide it."
The shadow’s brows furrowed slightly, could this guy be suspecting ?
But it’s only my third ti in this city, and the two humans I traded treasures with before surely didn’t leak any relevant information.
Examining him carefully, there was no sign of anything unusual on his face, and his emotions seed normal.
Surely, this guy can’t deceive my senses, right?
Suddenly not angry anymore.
In a slightly theatrical tone, he said.
"What, is the God of Mirth very famous? As famous as ?"
"Of course, the God of Mirth is a great being who ascended to godhood from the Gods’ war. He is a role model for all mortals striving for greatness."
"You shadow, ignorant and inexperienced, naturally haven’t heard of the heroic deeds of the God of Mirth."
Damn, how co listening to others boast about never felt this good before?
Seeing that youthful and handso face, he couldn’t help feeling very pleased.
"I think the God of Mirth is probably just like that... he doesn’t even have his own sect, nor many followers."
Lear responded with righteous indignation.
"You damn aberrant life form, how could you possibly understand the greatness of the God of Mirth?"
"Relying on the power of followers is but a heretical path."
"A true divine spirit is one who harnesses the power of authority and pursues his own ideals."
"The God of Mirth acts in such a way, abandoning the easy road, choosing the most arduous and glorious path of proving himself."
"Mortals are ignorant and cannot see the God of Mirth clearly, let alone you, a re shadow, who can’t possibly understand the God of Mirth’s pursuit?"
The shadow trembled slightly, looking at the rebuking Lear, and felt as if the whole person had ascended.
Looking at him, he couldn’t help feeling extrely pleased.
For millions of years, the world only knew him as a rogue, playing around, having few followers, let alone a sect, mostly scoffing at him.
But how could they know... this is his path!
This path, no one had walked before, he’s the sole pioneer, how could outsiders possibly understand?
This was the first ti soone so highly praised him without knowing his identity!
But, could this guy possibly know sothing about him?
Carefully sensing, the other’s emotions were indignant, without anything unusual.
Besides, this shadow was rely a projection... and borrowed the power of a Shadow Dragon, having not the slightest connection to his true power.
The power of the two shadows from last ti was completely different from this ti.
User Comments
0 comments from readers