"Yes."
"What bet? You may not know, but I also quite enjoy betting with others."
"Betting on him."
As he spoke, the Prankster God pointed at Levi, who was watching the scene unfold.
Levi frowned slightly, remaining silent.
Edmund asked, "Betting on what about him?"
"It’s simple, betting whether he can reach Level 11 within ten millennia."
"Betting on a junior is dull. Why not bet on instead?"
"Fine by , how much of your lifespan remains?"
"Three thousand years."
"Let think... Then let’s bet if you can reach Level 11 within three thousand years. If you succeed, I’ll demote myself from my divine persona and descend into the mortal world. If you fail, after your death, you’ll beco my subordinate god, ignite the divine fire, and abandon the wizard’s path."
"Agreed."
"Such decisiveness, you have a lot of confidence in yourself."
"Without confidence, how could I be the Grand Council Chairman?"
"Alright, under the witness of the astral world, the bet is made. Mr. Gargal, the end of your cat life has co, farewell."
The Prankster God extended his hand to shake Edmund’s in a rather gentlemanly manner.
Then, the red threads entwined around the black cat.
Like insects, burrowed into Edmund’s body.
Edmund’s expression remained unchanged, watching as the Prankster God’s figure dispersed.
"Lord Emmon, see you in three thousand years."
"Goodbye, crafty Mr. Arevin."
"Thank you for the complint."
Ares glanced at Levi from the corner of his eye.
As Levi t his gaze, he felt an uncomfortable sensation.
Being a god as well, the gap is indeed vast.
Previously, he could cause trouble in the Sea Beast God’s domain without fear.
But in front of this one, he instinctively felt nervous.
After all, this was a True God daring enough to bet with Edmund.
Surely, they have so tricks up their sleeve.
"ow... cough, cough."
The black cat, at so unnoticeable ti, had transford into a slightly funny and cute sharp-nosed wizard, wearing a vintage black wizard hat.
He remained silent for a long ti.
Seemingly thinking of how to speak human language.
After a mont, he said,
"Thank you, Sir Levi, thank you, President Edmund."
Edmund said,
"You’re welco, it was Levi who brought you here. I just did so trivial work. You’ve been isolated from the age for a long ti;
let Levi help you get accustod to today’s Nora and the wizard civilization for now. Don’t think about ascending to legendary status just yet."
"Alright, I didn’t expect my plan to end in failure after all. Alas... my old acquaintances are long gone, but seeing so many chairs at the round table, I’m at ease, realizing the wizard civilization is far stronger than I imagined."
"By the way, what’s with your lifespan?"
"Thanks to the Prankster God, during the ti I was cursed, I was plunged into an inconceivable space-ti cocoon, so ti left no mark on , and my lifespan is likely still paused from before I changed into a cat, but during my ti as a cat, I was in a muddled state with seemingly no normal mory or consciousness, practically as if I were dead...
In any case, the Prankster God is stronger than we imagine, and there might be a higher presence guiding him, so I worry about the curse you bear, Mr. Emmon. Do you have a way to avoid the penalty of losing this bet?"
Edmund shook his head.
"No, this is an aboveboard bet, and I cannot avoid it, nor can the Prankster God. If I win, the astral world will lose a powerful god, though I’m aware he certainly has contingencies across the multidinsional plane. If I lose... I believe I won’t lose."
"It seems the Grand Council Chairman is already confident of reaching Level 11."
"Not really."
"Then if you lose, wouldn’t that an you can’t reincarnate to train again?"
"Yes, but, Mr. Gargal... three thousand years is enough ti for many unexpected changes in the eyes of the Gods, even if I am absent, the grand sche in Nora might already be set."
As he spoke, Edmund glanced at Levi.
Understanding dawned in Levi’s heart.
He understood what the Grand Council Chairman ant.
At his current pace.
After three thousand years, if he doesn’t die, he will inevitably reach Level 10.
With his legendary profession, combined with the knight techniques’ level-10 strength.
The Prankster God might truly not be his match.
By then, simply cutting him down would conclude matters.
"Nora 4217..."
Edmund mumbled as he returned to his seat, entering a state of ditation.
Levi led Gargal out of the Supre Council.
On the way, the two chatted casually.
"Sir Levi, are you using the wizard tower schematics I designed?"
"Yes."
"Incredible, I didn’t expect anyone to actually build it."
"It’s just an embryonic form, with many functions yet to be perfected."
"It’s already impressive. Actually, I initially intended to construct it after becoming legendary."
"Are you still going to use the Sealing God’s Book to prove yourself legendary?"
"Hmm... forget it, I’ll slightly change my thinking. I’ll leave this arduous task to future generations. I want to align with the current era’s trends to create new legendary artifacts. Let’s call it the Sealing Demon Catalog. To permanently stabilize the astral world and Abyss requires more than just courage;
I still need to act within my limits... I feel that you might make it happen."
"Hahaha, you’re overestimating , Sir. By the way, do you have any place to go now?"
"No."
"Then head to the Ancient Dragon Continent."
"Alright, once I integrate into the new worlds, I might still have to go to the Sorren Continent. The Grand Council Chairman lifted the curse to save , and I must reach legendary status to live up to his effort." .
"Then I wish you success, Sir."
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