Chapter 362: Master and Disciple

"Li En Sudar, I need to tell you something."

Suddenly, the Deity initiated contact with Li En—a rarity for this emotionally detached deity.

Li En instantly tensed, even though the battle still raged around him. Was there an emergency requiring immediate attention? Had an unstoppable foe drawn dangerously near?

"Final exams are coming up, and your grades have slipped again. If you keep this up, you’ll be held back. Even if we’re relatives, I won’t pass you."

Li En froze. Did this world make any sense?

Each word and character seemed accurate enough, but when strung together, they made no sense whatsoever.

Exams? Failing? Where the hell did they send me?

"Your synchronization rate and satisfaction level have dropped to the brink of dissociation. If they hit rock bottom, you’ll lose your position as Shadow Pope for sure."

Li En was utterly speechless. You’re mad at me for failing exams—but you didn’t even give me a test!

You won’t clarify anything, won’t let me see your memories or dreams to understand you better, and leave me guessing in the dark—how am I supposed to please a god like this?

In response, a cheerful melody of strings rang out.

"I’m a god. It’s your duty as a believer to decipher my will. Distance breeds reverence. We mustn’t break the rules."

Hmm, definitely not trying to take this chance to torment Li Ensu over old grudges.

"Well, that’s not my problem."

Fiestrion laughed merrily, like a teacher who pretended everything was fine the day before, let students run wild, then sprung a surprise exam the next morning.

Li En wanted to curse, but he remembered this “homeroom teacher” was absurdly laid-back—he might just vanish if you dared to yell.

"Fiestrion, give me a hint."

"I am the Lord of Drama and Joy. Do I need to spell out what I like?"

Li En sighed. If I were good at drama and literature, would I even be asking you?

But with the inheritance likely ending in two days, Li En had no choice but to grit his teeth and raise his satisfaction and synchronization rates.

"It’s your problem. Honestly, I don’t care much."

With that, the Voice of the Heart fell utterly silent. This sadistic deity waited to watch Li En’s misery. Li En, gritting his teeth, scrambled for desperate ideas—could he squeeze out a joke to please the god?

"No, he must be leaving room. If he gave me zero chance, it’d lack elegance. His warning means there are hidden joys to be found nearby."

Li En vaguely sensed that this seemingly normal deity was probably not a decent person at all.

"But what joy is there in fighting dinosaur hordes in the Ancient Beast Demon Realm? Am I supposed to write poetry like, 'O Thunder Dragon, why is your neck so long?' or 'Tyrannosaurus, why are your teeth so long?'"

"Hmm, if you actually wrote that, I’d give you full satisfaction." The Deity grew suddenly lively.

"Bullshit. You’ll just dock me double points later if it’s bad—do you think I’m an idiot?"

He’d once suffered a painful lesson: he’d tried writing doggerel to please this deity, only to receive harsh criticism—and his satisfaction plummeted instantly.

After repeated attempts, Li En had confirmed the optimal way to interact: never deceive, never try to trick.

To a god, worthless offerings were an insult. And since the God of Art forbade him from plagiarism, that path was sealed shut—perhaps Fiestrion simply wanted to watch Li En strain his mind, only to be utterly condemned.