Chapter 1670: You! Go Intercept the Food God!

Understood……

Watching the Thrush suddenly stop answering properly and start rambling instead, the hope that had just surged in the eyes of the Slaughter King Assembly's gods was utterly strangled to death.

Judging by the Thrush's behavior, our future selves probably didn't lose after a hard fight, but were beaten by the Food God with no power to fight back, and might not have managed more than a few attacks that could even threaten the Food God's life, let alone inflict a single light wound.

With a gap that large between the two sides, and the Food God about to ascend to godhood, what chance do we have left to live?

Oh, we're already dead anyway, so never mind……

Facing an inglorious future where their side clearly outnumbered the enemy a hundred to one yet were still slaughtered like pigs, the gods in the "Yesterday Abode" — half-dead in the literal sense — no longer knew what to say.

After a third long and suffocating silence, the White Snake, slumped in her seat, spoke first, her expression dim as she murmured:

"Actually…… we're not entirely without a chance of resurrection……"

"？！！！"

Under the gods' astonished gazes, the White Snake explained listlessly:

"I acted as head of the Slaughter King Assembly for a long time and had more contact with the four my lords, so I have some understanding of the Black King's Truth…… Our current situation is actually a bit like that Snake-Husband Director.

He fused with the Red King's 【Blood】, thereby tainting himself with part of a Pillar God's undying trait, and can revive using the Red King's blood marrow; we, on the other hand, were absorbed by the Black King's 【Past】, so as long as we reconnect the future that was 'severed', we can likewise resurrect."

We can actually resurrect?!!!

Right! Since we were both 'protected' by a Pillar God, and that Snake-Husband Director can resurrect, why can't we?

There's still hope!

"White Snake."

After scrutinizing the White Snake's somewhat strange expression, the elderly woman wearing a macaque mask couldn't help but call her name, then pressed:

"So what exactly must we do to reconnect the severed future?"

"Just kill the one who severed our future — that equals killing the opponent who cut off our future, and our severed future will reconnect."

"……"

"……"

"……"

So…… we have to beat the Food God?

Exchanging a glance, the Slaughter King Assembly's True Gods once again saw thick despair surface in each other's eyes.

By the Thrush's account, over a hundred True Gods besieged the Food God in the future and were beaten until they were picking their teeth off the ground, unable even to flee; now only fifty or sixty of us remain — isn't that even more hopeless!

"Actually…… we might not be unable to do it!"

Seeing the mood that had just improved sink again, the elderly woman, who felt a sliver of hope rise, hurriedly soothed in a gentle voice:

"Although we're frozen in this day, that also means we have countless chances to challenge him, and didn't the Thrush say earlier? He still inflicted…… a certain degree of severe damage on the Food God, so if we work together, perhaps……"

"No working together."

Leaning back against the chair, the White Snake's two eyes stared straight at the Yesterday Abode's magnificent dome, murmuring with a heart dead as ash:

"Although we were absorbed into the Yesterday Abode together, because each of us is a separate individual with a completely different 'Past', the process of reconnecting the future cannot be done together — each must face their own severed future alone…… meaning a one-on-one duel with the Food God."

"……"

"And we don't have many chances; the Yesterday Abode preserved only one copy of our 'Past', so the chance to challenge the Food God comes only once — if we lose this time, even our current 'yesterday' selves will die."

"……"

"Moreover, because the 'Past' preserved for us only contains yesterday, not a complete lifetime 'Past', once 'yesterday' ends we will be immediately reset by the Yesterday Abode, lose all current memories, and return to the state at the very start of yesterday."

"……"

"So if you want to try, remember to copy your memories every 24 hours, make a mark only you would know, so the reset you knows what happened in between…… or just go challenge the Food God directly, either way there's not much difference between the two choices."

"……"

Indeed, this situation isn't much different from being truly dead……

As the White Snake's listless explanation continued, a nearly visible low-pressure atmosphere spread rapidly through the Yesterday Abode, pressing on every True God's brow and heart, forcing them back into their chairs one by one.

Utterly hopeless, the gods either lowered their heads in silence or, like the White Snake, tilted their heads toward the sky, their desperate eyes gradually losing all color.

Yet just as the True Gods completely abandoned any thought of resurrection, and some hesitated over whether to simply seek a duel with the Food God, a crimson flame-shadow brimming with vitality suddenly ignited at the very center of the bone long-table.

"You've done very well!"

Glancing at the bone pendulum clock hanging from the dome and seeing its body had completely changed color, the crimson phantom looked toward the White Snake, expression extremely satisfied:

"Looks like the Watchtower Palace has truly been broken through…… White Snake! This time you're the primary merit! When we return…… White Snake?"

"Red King my lord……"

Hearing the crimson phantom's puzzled inquiry, the White Snake, slumped in her chair, forced herself upright and asked with an exceptionally complex expression:

"Before you explain our situation to me, could you first answer one question…… Are you the you of yesterday, or the you of today?"

"？？？"

Am I the me of yesterday or the me of today? What kind of messed-up question is this?

Yet even the Thrush, also a Pillar God, initially failed to distinguish the gods' "true or false"; with the Red King's main body not in the mortal world and only sending a message from who knows how far, she could do so even less.

Puzzled, she surveyed the Slaughter King Assembly's gods, frowned, then announced:

"Never mind yesterday or today for now — I'm here to deliver a message…… White Snake, the matter I promised you yesterday ultimately couldn't be arranged; the demon gods in the Abyssal Hundred Prisons refused to exchange with you."

"Ah?"

The White Snake, who had no such memory, blanked slightly, then propped herself up with effort and asked, bewildered:

"Exchange what?"

"？？？"

Why do you seem amnesiac? What about the others? What's going on here?

Standing at the center of the long table and scanning the surroundings, looking at the True Gods slumped crookedly in their chairs as if they'd just been victimized, the Red King could only explain with utter confusion:

"The exchange mission mentioned yesterday — the Abyssal Hundred Prisons' demon gods prefer to storm Heaven Mountain, so that Food God from the Cleanup Bureau still needs you to intercept…… though the timeframe can be shortened slightly."

"?!?!?"

Seeing the gods who heard his words suddenly shudder in unison and then look at him with indescribable gazes, the Red King could only probe:

"If you truly can't do it, I won't demand you hold out too long—just entangle the Food God and keep him in the mortal world for one month will do."

"..."

"Or depending on the situation, even shorter would be fine... but absolutely no less than three weeks!"

"..."

"How about two and a half weeks... huh? You... you guys... are you crying? You're crying?!

乂(Д三Д)乂？！？！

(End of Chapter)