Chapter 360: Eight More True Gods Join the Ranks
A fierce battle between gods and evil spirits unfolded in the ghost community.
The evil spirits unleashed all sorts of powers and techniques, while the so-called "Heavenly Court of Injustice," led by the Neurotic Heavenly Emperor and the Four Celestial Venerables, shamelessly employed underhanded tactics.
For instance, one evil spirit with elongating arms restrained the Despicable Venerable's body—
In the next instant, Despicable Venerable bit down with his upper jaw, phase-shifted with a sudden burst, and kicked the evil spirit away in one swift move. His iron chains whipped out wildly, as if he were a slave master lashing at disobedient cotton pickers.
"Boom boom boom…"
The flashiest of all was undoubtedly the Bully Celestial Venerable, whose pockets seemed to contain an endless supply of liquor bottles—each one smashed over an enemy's head like crushed ice.
It was a complete one-sided massacre.
Like five starving tigers charging into a flock of sheep, the evil spirits were beaten until they were wailing and howling.
Watching from the sidelines, the Ghost Bride gulped nervously. Four more lunatics had joined the fray—it was like the Spirit Realm had just been hit by a natural disaster.
Meanwhile, Allen sensed the spiritual energy accumulating in the Hall of the Gods.
The surplus spiritual energy could either be used to strengthen existing gods or hatch new ones.
Naturally, he chose the latter.
"Celestial Venerable of Overflowing Martial Virtue, return to position."
"Celestial Venerable of Quantum Mechanics, return to position."
"Celestial Venerable of Geometric Shapes, return to position."
"Celestial Venerable of Moral Coercion, return to position."
"…"
In one breath, eight new Celestial Venerables were canonized.
Eight stars instantly completed the incubation process and descended into the palace, transforming into true gods.
Bathed in divine radiance, eight new gods emerged—each one looking exactly like Allen.
They wielded everyday objects as weapons: triangle rulers, wrenches, kitchen knives, belts…
As soon as they arrived, the eight Celestial Venerables threw themselves into the fight without hesitation.
In no time, the Heavenly Court's numbers swelled to thirteen—all bursting with energy and brimming with murderous intent.
Sensing the tide turning, many evil spirits chose to flee.
But over half were intercepted and slaughtered on the spot.
Allen felt no guilt over exterminating these evil spirits.
Evil spirits living in the Spirit Realm were always looking for a chance to invade the human world, their very existence steeped in sin.
Normally, the Spirit Realm and the human world only occasionally intersected, during which evil spirits would seize the opportunity to prey on innocents.
Thankfully, these crossovers weren't frequent, and things would return to separate timelines over time.
That said, there were always idiots out there messing with seances in haunted places, accidentally opening a gateway between the two realms.
Soon, the skirmish came to an end.
The Heavenly Court emerged with a decisive victory.
"There's still one that slipped through the net."
Suddenly, all thirteen true gods turned to surround the Ghost Bride, their eyes gleaming like hungry wolves.
Having witnessed their terrifying power and ruthless methods, the Ghost Bride trembled and quickly hid behind Allen.
Her frail little body wouldn't survive even one round with these lunatics.
"She's one of us."
Allen stepped in to stop the gods from laying a hand—or anything else—on her.
"What a shame. I wanted to show her how to use the triangle ruler," said the Celestial Venerable of Geometric Shapes, disappointed.
The Ghost Bride shuddered at his words.
This guy got the most excited stabbing evil spirits in the eye sockets with his ruler.
"Stand down!"
Allen spoke sternly, "Forget the fighting for now. Help me save my waifu."
Immediately, the thirteen gods gathered around and studied Kevin, who lay unconscious and spiritually drained.
"She's really nothing special. Boss has no taste."
"Looks like a peasant girl who's never had decent pork in her life."
"I could suck the resentment out with my mouth."
"Hold it. That's a job for the Heavenly Emperor."
"Get lost. I call you boss out of courtesy. Without that, you're nothing."
"Let's decide with rock-paper-scissors."
"Or we could each take turns with a little sip."
"Great idea. I'll go first."
"…"
Allen's expression darkened to pitch black.
These immoral bastards were all trying to take advantage.
"That's enough. Did anyone even ask if I agreed?"
Allen was losing it. He'd practically created a bunch of headache-inducing troublemakers.
His Shaman skill was beginning to feel like one huge scam.
Of course, the root of the problem lay in the fact that the gods he created were based on himself—essentially external incarnations—but each had its own independent will.
The gods paused and stared at him for a moment—
Then resumed their rock-paper-scissors tournament without a care in the world.
"You bunch of...!"
Unable to tolerate it anymore, Allen delivered a swift kick to the Neurotic Heavenly Emperor.
After a round of chaos, things finally calmed down.
Purging the resentment from Kevin's body was simple—the thirteen true gods distributed it among themselves by physical contact.
Pffffft…
Moments later, a chorus of fart-like venting sounds signaled the release of all the negative energy.
"Allen…"
Kevin murmured his name in her daze.
That made Allen ecstatic.
Like a simp finally getting a "k" reply from his goddess after three days.
Kevin slowly opened her heavy eyelids, but then blinked in confusion, seeing thirteen "Allens" gathered around her. It felt like she was still dreaming.
"Why are you falling asleep again?"
As Kevin blinked once more, Allen pried open her eyes and asked, "Did we not clear out all the resentment? Don't be afraid. I'll suck it out for you."
Kevin's eyes darted around as Allen puckered up and leaned in for a kiss.
"Boss, that's not appropriate!"
The gods quickly held Allen back, not giving him any chance to sneak a kiss.
"Let me go! My waifu still has lingering resentment—I need to draw it out mouth-to-mouth! Don't hold me back!"
Despite his thrashing and flailing, the gods firmly restrained him.
Kevin looked slightly disappointed, and softly said, "I'm fine now."
After being rescued by him multiple times, what was one kiss in return?
Besides, she no longer found him as repulsive as before—he was even starting to seem a little cute.
"Can you take me home now?" Kevin asked timidly.
After twice facing death in the Spirit Realm, she was desperate to return to her parents. She never wanted to accidentally wander in again—next time, there might be no one to save her.
At that, Allen and the gods stopped fooling around and huddled up to discuss.
"Going back to the real world now would be such a waste."
"Totally. The Spirit Realm is an amazing grinding dungeon."
"Ghost City is still full of evil spirits and vengeful ghosts—enough to reach a full set of 365 gods."
"Right. We're still weak. We'd be useless in the real world."
"…"
The discussion wrapped up.
Allen cleared his throat and said, "I'm currently in my rebellious youth phase, avoiding reality."
"…"
Seriously? You're a grown man—how do you still have the gall to call yourself a teenager?
"Ugly chick, don't be scared. We'll protect you," the Neurotic Heavenly Emperor declared confidently.
"…"
Kevin's face instantly darkened.
Ugly chick? Who the hell are you calling ugly?
I was at least school-beauty level!