Chapter 740: NO．109：Don

NO. 109: Don't you guys have phones?!

"Nature deity? Why are you asking about this?"

"Are you really going to fulfill your duty like this? There's no need for that. It's typhoon season lately, and the entire Jiemen area has plenty of rainfall."

The golden-haired, brown-eyed horse-girl goddess crouched before the hillside, gazing at the sparse outlines of training grounds beyond the dense forest, her eyes fixed on the moving black dots, filled with tenderness and compassion.

If the AI Three Goddesses' Godolphin Arabian could cause discomfort to Omer, then this true goddess's Godolphin Arabian would bring him comfort.

Even when initially asking the Three Goddesses how to pull telephone lines, it was this travel-loving, gentle-tempered goddess who was most approachable and first offered help.

It ended the future of customer service Xiao Ao.

Of course, strictly speaking, the Rainbow Serpent God isn't just customer service—it's Omer's chain here, serving as both customer service and boss.

But the goddess's teachings aren't only applicable to the Rainbow Serpent God; they can also be used for Renlong—how wonderfully pure!

Omer directly severed ties with customer service work!

—Although occasionally he still opens it to listen, after all, you can't just sit on the toilet and not go.

But seriously, Xiao Lin, can't you change your habit of telling everything to the Dragon God?

You need privacy awareness—more importantly, you mustn't leak classmates' or close friends' privacy!

—Saying that, if Omer truly spoke in the Dragon God's name, it would backfire awkwardly.

It would seem as if Renlong would be shaken by a little girl's matter—losing prestige, losing image.

But if revealing identity—oh… want to gamble on a binary choice?

Is it the little girl blushing so hard she never wants to see herself again, even taking leave from school for a while? Or is it the little girl holding a feng shui rising dragon wave, swinging it straight at you?

Forget it… better to turn back and find a chance to guide her, so she realizes she can't say everything.

Cheating demands are just like that—teenage worries and developmental concerns, just drop them. Dragon God-sama will lose a permanent customer service rep, and that's absolutely your problem, Xiao Lin!

So setting aside Renlong's side, turning back to look at Rainbow Serpent God—of course—it's essentially the same issue, the topic of the Nature Deity.

"Or are you saying you're contracted by someone, planning to fulfill the Wilderness God's duty?"

Another black-haired, red-eyed horse-girl goddess, Bayer Turkish, kept staring at Omer.

Making him feel like a dangerous figure, she shook her head:

"No, just yesterday a sudden doubt arose that I wanted to verify."

"Can't you find it online?"

Cold tone, perfunctory words—undoubtedly the most difficult goddess for Omer to deal with.

The purple-haired, green-eyed leader of the Three Goddesses, Darie Arabian, sat on a bamboo chair beside the shrine, swaying like an old man.

With all Three Goddesses gathered at Treesen Back Mountain, Omer couldn't help but suspect this was a precursor to some major event, though the possibility that they simply wanted to meet today wasn't nonexistent.

But regardless, yesterday two shipments had already been dispatched and halted, with the remaining test tubes stored in the lab freezer—Omer wanted an answer.

"Others' words naturally lack the weight of divine speech."

"Flattery that beats around the bush is useless, Bayer—get this boring fellow out."

"Is it necessary?" Bayer Turkish questioned, gazing doubtfully, "He isn't even eroding the divine domain now."

Placing the Renlong and Rainbow Serpent God cards stacked on top of the card box, it unfurled divinity like a constant passive, to some extent suppressing the unconscious diffusion of 'darkness.'

Thanks to yesterday's conversation with Mr. Ulu, Omer finally realized he had always had a certain 'passive' state activated.

Unconsciously drawing nourishment from distant emotions, seen by others as a talent exclusive to demon realm rulers—here, in a demon realm without kings or royalty, it's naturally meaningless—so many demons can achieve this through contracts.

And he also achieved this through that strangely named Crimson Flame Cultivation Manual—never noticing that drawing from himself would open channels; when there's no 'entry' occasionally, instead it causes his inner darkness to leak slightly.

Thus enabling him to earn greater awe from demons and monsters.

Wow! Not just a great god, but even a terrifying great demon—no wonder it's another world, with such young demon gods!

Are you sure you're not the heir (successor candidate) like the Princess (Hoshino Ko)?

Of course that wouldn't work…

Only controlled, purposeful intimidation can be effective; blindly spreading it is just mad dog barking—Omer searched online for some solutions, considered his situation, and decided on control + divinity overlay.

Actually, achieving the former is enough—if the former is a negative communication buff to the divine faction, then the latter is a positive communication buff.

Speaking as fellow deities, even Darie Arabian couldn't just meet someone and kick them out.

It became: listen to Omer say two sentences before kicking him out—two sentences are crucial, brothers. jpg

Although that purple-haired goddess's speech still isn't very friendly, her perked-up ears aren't fake—compared to goddesses, they're fundamentally horses; the instinct of odd-toed ungulates, Equidae, genus Equus, remains faithfully reflected in their unhidden, even proudly displayed traits.

Thus, when facing Bayer Turkish's sharp, warhorse-based observation and questioning, Darie Arabian didn't answer, merely still swaying on the recliner—instead, it was Godolphin Arabian who spoke: "What doubts do you have?"

"Rainbow Serpent God, or rather Nature God's divinity—I seem to have mastered a level that doesn't quite fit."

Hearing this, Darie Arabian sat up, laughing teasingly: "You only just noticed?"

Suddenly having something hanging above your head—how would you notice without even a manual?

Omer reflected that he hadn't even been a demon for a year, let alone had divine experience, but still nodded slightly: "I humbly seek your guidance."

"Nature God, especially those symbolizing small forests, mountains, and waters—mid-to-low tier deities—were heavily wounded in the Heavenly Fall a century ago, including the one you're linked to. Nearly the same as the earth vein incarnation of Lord Renlong, who also suffered great vital damage at that time."

This is clearly no secret—Godolphin Arabian spoke plainly, and Bayer Turkish added:

"After all, the Heavenly Fall wasn't natural geological evolution—it was pure human-caused disaster, a massive starship free-fall, still carrying severe radiation contamination."

The three goddesses, having spent over a thousand years in this world, clearly witnessed the original scene.

Godolphin Arabian nodded: "Even with human technology helping to reshape terrain and rebuild faith, what emerges would only be entirely new—replacing their gods."

"Even many with numerous divine roles, called great gods or chief gods, must consider relinquishing authority," Darie Arabian, having lain back on the bamboo chair, swayed her arm, "If not… modern people already lack faith and reverence for nature; when nature is utterly destroyed, even endangering them, that resentment could become a 'poison.'"

"Those things are past—now no one hates nature," Bayer Turkish said calmly, "but as Darie said, modern people lack faith and reverence for nature, so nature gods' income declines yearly, and most who gave up their divine roles never took them back."

"How realistic." Omer sighed.

"They're all somewhat human—truly naturally born gods don't care about profit or loss, like that Renlong above your head," Darie swayed her hand again, "but now you're on equal footing with Him, so why didn't He want to speak with you last time when you asked for help?"

"This is a terrible workplace relationship," Bayer concluded, "you need to strive."

"Indeed, there's still room for improvement and repair," Aomo gave a helpless smile, "In any case, thank you all for clearing up my doubts, I should take my leave now."

"You want to run off as soon as you get the answer?"

"I thought Lady Dari wouldn't want to see me at all."

"That's true, but I still want to ask if you're planning to resign, I say, Rainbow Snake God."

"Not really, after all, I don't care about profits either."

"The rewards of faith are far more precious than money! Though you could try leveraging your own popularity, although quite a few folks have suffered backlash from that."

"Like Hastar?"

"Of course, the money humans give to internet idols as tips is far more than the incense money offered to gods, and faith is the same."

"No thanks, if the angle is different, values are always different too, which is to say, faith is not as good as money."

"You're clearly not short of money either, you wretch, whether you're a demon or a god, your thinking is just as hopeless as humans'."

"My ambitions lie elsewhere, and I don't have that much energy either, Lady Dari, or are you suggesting I should quit my trainer job and focus on managing the divine position?"

"That won't do, we still have a bet going, will that little girl participate in the latter half of the month's short-distance championship?"

"Though called short-distance, it's also considered the original mid-distance limit, I suppose."

"That's correct, so that race will surely attract special attention."

"Including the three of you, right? Quite something to look forward to, a winner's blessing that will absolutely happen once."

"You're not even her trainer, yet you speak so boldly?" Dari Arab suddenly sprang up from her chair, staring straight ahead, "Or are you saying it doesn't matter who wins? You've just given up on her for this match."

Although not paying attention to the information gathered by AI, the goddess could still see in the young man's eyes the same affection for horse girls as many senior trainers before him.

The only issue is that those trainers usually direct such gazes only at their own horse girls, and then usually make no effort to hide it.

But this brat hides it, and directs that gaze toward many horse girls.

What the……DD, right!

Dari Arab followed along with the young human's topic.

Then a new problem arose——this guy won't be happy no matter who wins the championship, will he!

"Naturally not, it's just that training and refining a horse girl doesn't actually require ear-to-ear instruction, Lady Dari."

"What do you mean?"

"……" Aomo fell silent for a moment, not expecting the other party to miss even this point, he glanced at Bayeer and Godolphin with subtle expressions.

He then coughed lightly.

"What I mean is, modern networks are highly developed, Lady Dari."