Chapter 193: Do the Gods Like Playing Soccer?

Upon learning the truth, countless people felt anger, sorrow, shock, and more...

"In the end, they are not a single myth, each holding their own beliefs," said Director Takahashi and other senior figures, seeing through it most clearly.

Each myth is like a nation among nations: united against a common enemy, yet when self-interest is at stake, they act independently—after all, they are not one single myth.

At this moment.

After Lord Cimu finished speaking, Tsukuyomi also spoke up.

"Cease this. The Eastern divine clans are enraged—those few will surely intervene. Then it will no longer be a reckoning, but a war of mythic annihilation."

The world was stunned.

Are the Chinese deities this powerful?

A mythic annihilation war—what does that mean? Everyone understood: it meant the complete erasure of a myth, its total extinction, vanishing from the annals of history, never to exist again.

The next instant.

"Though Yahweh is a coward, I owe him a favor—I must repay it," said the deity standing atop the ancient war chariot, radiating eternal golden divine radiance like an emperor descending upon the world.

Everyone's lips twitched.

Is this surrender? Using a favor as an excuse—you're really a clever little thing.

They could tell: this deity was looking for an excuse to disassociate himself from Yahweh, terrified that being linked to Yahweh would draw the wrath of the Eastern few, since Yahweh was the true one who sought to kill Quetzalcoatl, while they merely wanted divine power.

Now that the Eastern divine clans have been stirred—even those few might intervene—it's not worth it.

"Sigh."

The Celtic deities sighed.

"Though we belong to different myths, we all once fought side by side for our people on the earliest battlefields. The Aztec deities and Inca imperial deities fought until their gods were utterly extinguished—we deeply respect them, profoundly moved. We do not wish to seize the divine power they left behind, but we were left with no choice."

"To better protect our people and secure the peace behind us, we must grow stronger. Acquiring divine power is the fastest path."

One after another, deities aligned with Heaven echoed this sentiment.

"Yes, only strength can truly protect our people and offer hope of ending this long, brutal era."

"I once fought alongside the Aztec deities, stormed the heart of the earliest battlefield—I honor them. But for the sake of strength, I had no choice but to do this."

Whether sincere or not,

it was certain: the gods' hearts were shaken. They did not wish to anger the Eastern few at this critical moment in this conflict.

Ultimately,

Thor, standing with Heaven, opened and closed his eyes, lightning flickering brilliantly, no longer remaining silent.

"If I could choose, I would rather stand with Quetzalcoatl. But saying this now is useless."

His words carried great weight—not only because of his name in Norse mythology, but because of his nature. Had Odin not ordered him to aid Yahweh in seizing the power of the Native American deities, he would never have come. He revered strength, honored the powerful, and prized loyalty—he would have stood with Quetzalcoatl without hesitation.

To all, Thor, standing with Heaven, was the only one clearly forced to act against Quetzalcoatl. His intervention carried the most credibility and offered the gods the easiest way to retreat.

He gazed into the gates of Heaven, where the Seven Archangels surrounded the lifeless, unconscious Yahweh.

"No matter our reasons—favors, reckoning, or the pursuit of divine power—this war is fundamentally between Yahweh and Quetzalcoatl. Whether to continue or cease, let Yahweh decide."

At these words, Director Takahashi and the others froze.

"Looks like Thor isn't as much of a brute as he seems," said Section Chief Saito bluntly.

Thor's move was clever: he dumped everything onto Yahweh. Thus, the gods would not lose face—it wasn't they who retreated, but Yahweh himself. The blame fell entirely on him.

After all, you started the fight. We came to help. Whether you fight or not is your decision. If you say stop, we stop.

What? You say we gods are cowards? Are you kidding? Did we ever say we'd fight? We're merely following Yahweh's will. It's Yahweh who's the coward.

Besides, if we were cowards, why would we hand the decision to Yahweh? What if he says fight? You see?

But given Yahweh's cowardly nature, he probably won't dare to fight. It's infuriating—I want to fight but can't. After all, he started this war. If I, a mere ally, say "fight," wouldn't that be inappropriate? Sigh—how frustrating.

"Thor only looks like a brute. How could he become the strongest warrior of Norse mythology and the guardian of Asgard if he were simple-minded?" Professor Beishan gave an example: "Norse myths also show Thor's wisdom—like disguising himself as a bride, visiting the giants, and more."

At this moment,

Yahweh remained utterly silent. His holy light flickered dimly, like a dying candle about to be extinguished.

"Is Yahweh dead?" Only now did people remember: Yahweh's fate was still unknown.

Yet Thor spoke directly.

"Yahweh, stop pretending to be dead. We all know you're alive. Decide now: fight or cease."

He looked like a simple, honest man—blunt, straightforward, a true steel-hard straight guy.

No response.

The situation suggested Yahweh wasn't faking—he was truly unconscious.

Seeing this, Thor said nothing. He extended his hand, unleashing a surge of potent life energy, flicked his finger, and sent a beam toward Yahweh, another toward Quetzalcoatl.

At that moment, all the gods acted.

They launched waves of divine radiance into Yahweh and Quetzalcoatl.

Then, with violent coughing, Yahweh slowly opened his eyes from unconsciousness.

"Who saved me?"

His eyes were clouded with confusion.

Everyone saw: as Yahweh spoke, Thor rolled his eyes, then repeated his earlier words.

Yahweh sighed deeply.

"I never wished to fight Quetzalcoatl, never wished to harm him—I only sought to suppress him. Had Quetzalcoatl not destroyed my Heaven, I would never have gone mad. Now, most of my Heaven lies in ruins. I cannot face my fallen angelic children."

"But if Quetzalcoatl is willing to abandon his attack, let this end. I believe my fallen angelic children would consider it worth it—giving their lives to save the lives of our faithful."

Director Takahashi's lips twitched.

Yahweh must be a master of soccer—he just kicked the ball to Quetzalcoatl, making Quetzalcoatl decide.

Before, Quetzalcoatl had no reservations. Now, if he refuses to stand down, the war continues—and not just America will die, but many myths will be annihilated.

And the fall of the divine temple will surely shake the situation of the original battlefield.