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The naming discussion began with the highest-leveled adventurers of the month. Naturally, the one who stood out was none other than the "Sword Princess" of the Loki Familia—Ais Wallenstein. A girl who, at just sixteen, had already reached Level 6. Even calling her a "genius" barely did justice to the sheer speed of her growth. Though rumors had spread ahead of time, the formal confirmation at the Denatus still left many gods stunned.
Level 6 at sixteen. If her development continued smoothly, she would easily reach Level 7. Possibly even Level 8. No one could say just how far Ais would go. But one thing was clear—so long as she lived, the Loki Familia would never decline. Should she break through again, their influence would only grow. Even the Freya Familia might struggle to compete. With this in mind, no god present dared to offend Loki. Certainly not by giving her beloved child some ridiculous nickname.
"How about calling her 'Triple Zero'? Cold face, no emotion, no words—she's got that emotionless, blank slate vibe." One god joked half-heartedly. Only to be met with a cold glare from Loki. Beads of sweat immediately formed on his brow.
"I-I was just kidding!"
"'Sword Princess' is a great name!" He had no interest in making an enemy of the Loki Familia. With that, the matter of Ais' title was settled—unchanged. Once the name was confirmed, Loki made no move to leave. She was still in the mood for some fun. Especially the kind involving Hestia. She was quite curious what kind of title Hestia's new adventurer would end up with. As the goddess of mischief, Loki was never one to sit quietly when there was a show to watch. After all, adventurers leveling up wasn't something that happened every day.
Though he was a newcomer, Su Mo wasn't alone in reaching Level 2—there were quite a few like him. Before long, it was almost his turn to be evaluated. Hestia stood by nervously, her small hands clenched in anticipation. At that moment, Loki strolled over with a sly grin, clearly up to no good.
"Hestia, if you beg me now, maybe I'll help you out a little," Loki teased, eyes gleaming with mischief.
"No one needs help from a flat-chested goddess like you!" Hestia shot back instinctively. Then she paused, realization dawning.
"Wait... Loki, are you serious?!"
Though she hated the idea of asking her for help, if it could ensure her child got a good title, then... maybe she could endure it. Just this once.
It's fine... I'll mock her mercilessly once my child reaches Level 7 in a few months! You can do this, Hestia! With this inner pep talk, Hestia looked at Loki expectantly, willing to swallow her pride.
"…"
Loki stared at her speechlessly. So, it was Loki when she needed something, but flat-chest goddess when she didn't? This little pipsqueak was way too pragmatic. Thankfully, she never actually intended to help.
"Of course I was lying, you idiot! Hahaha! I can't believe you actually fell for it!" As the goddess of mischief, raising someone's hopes only to drop them into despair was one of her favorite tricks.
"Damn you! You flat board! Runway! Washboard! A living nail-on-a-board!"
Hestia had nearly convinced herself to lower her pride, only for Loki to pull this stunt. Furious, she launched into a tirade. Unfortunately, her vocabulary as a goddess was fairly limited. The same few insults looped over and over again—and all of them had come from Su Mo's very... colorful teachings.
Loki had grown numb to the "flat-chested" comments ages ago. She didn't even know what a "runway" was, but "washboard"? That one stung. And "nails on a board"? That was just too vivid. Nearby gods overheard the exchange and couldn't hold back a snort of laughter. Harsh? Absolutely. But also, disturbingly accurate.
Loki's expression darkened like an iron pot that hadn't been scrubbed in centuries. As much as she loved banter, she couldn't out-trash-talk Hestia. Still, she had other ways to get back at her.
With a glare full of vengeance, she snarled, "Just you wait, you little dwarf! If I don't give your child the ugliest nickname today, I'll write my own name backwards!" With that, she stormed off in a huff. Having finally bested Loki in verbal combat, Hestia was still celebrating when she heard those ominous words—and instantly froze.
Oh no. She'd forgotten.
Loki always retaliated.
And now, not only would she fail to get a nice title for Su Mo, she might actually end up with something humiliating instead.
Noooo! It's all ruined!
Panicking, she tried to patch things up, but Loki, fuming, completely ignored her. Just then, the evaluation finally reached Hestia's Familia. Left with no choice but to await judgment, Hestia stood still, face pale, heart sinking. In her mind, she was already rehearsing how to explain this disaster to Su Mo and beg for forgiveness.
Damn it, I can't even do something this simple. Am I... am I actually useless? While she wallowed in despair, the announcement began.
"Next adventurer, from the Hestia Familia—just promoted to Level 2." The presiding god read from a scroll, and murmurs quickly rippled through the Denatus.
"Hestia? That shut-in?"
"That eternal virgin goddess actually has a Familia now?"
"Wow... didn't expect her to make a move." Much to Hestia's surprise, even though she didn't socialize much, plenty of gods knew who she was. After all, a shut-in virgin goddess was a rare species in the heavenly realm.
"Hmph!" Finally, the moment she'd been waiting for. Loki looked over with a wicked grin. After all that trash talk, there was no way she could let this slide. A horrible nickname. I have to give him a truly horrible nickname. Grinning, she focused on the announcement.
"The adventurer's name is Su Mo. Proficient in swordsmanship and wind magic."
The presiding god paused in surprise, then added, "Like the Sword Princess, he specializes in wind magic. And he reached Level 2 in just one month? Quite the prodigy!" That statement caused an uproar among the gods.
Level 2 in one month? That shattered the Sword Princess's record. No one expected the Hestia Familia to produce someone that impressive. Several gods gave Hestia stunned looks—then immediately turned toward Loki. After all, they'd heard her loud and clear earlier: she'd promised to give Hestia's child an ugly nickname, no matter what. And gods loved a good spectacle.
"…"
Under the weight of every gaze in the room, Loki froze.
"What did you say his name was?!" She couldn't believe it.
"Su Mo," replied the god officiating the assembly, a bit puzzled. "Why? Is something wrong?"
—What the hell?! Loki practically flipped a table in her heart. So that mysterious powerhouse she had been obsessing over all this time… was Hestia's child? That little gremlin managed to recruit a god of war-tier fighter? Loki didn't believe it was a coincidence. A name like Su Mo was rare enough—especially one from an Eastern culture. Not to mention, the timing lined up perfectly with the day Ais had encountered that terrifying warrior. Which meant that Hestia had hit the divine jackpot—landing a once-in-a-millennium monster of an adventurer! She didn't know where Su Mo's power came from. But one thing was suddenly, painfully clear... she was about to slap herself in the face.
She'd made a show of it earlier—boldly claiming she'd come up with an awful nickname for Hestia's Familia. But let's be real, it was just bullying someone weaker while hiding behind a stronger backing.
To be fair, Loki was quite self-aware.
So, the moment it became clear that the other side was far more powerful, doing something like that became much more complicated.
If she really insisted on going through with it just for pride's sake, things could spiral. Considering the relationship between Ais and that terrifying Su Mo, there was a real risk that Ais might get "led astray." Heck, if things went wrong, they might even end up having a little Ais.
—Wait, actually, a little Ais sounds kinda cute… Guhehe~
But now wasn't the time for that kind of thinking. What really mattered was the possibility of retaliation. Even the mighty Loki Familia couldn't afford to provoke someone who might very well be a Level 8 adventurer. So, she had no choice but to back off. Just as she was about to speak, another god, eager to curry favor with Loki's faction, stepped in obsequiously.
"Since her Familia belongs to that shut-in Hestia, how about we call them the 'Shut-ins' too?" He clearly misunderstood the situation, thinking Loki was struggling to come up with a suitably awful nickname. Trying to ride her coattails, he came up with what he believed was a clever insult.
Hestia's eyes immediately flared with anger. What's wrong with being a shut-in?! It's not like shut-ins are eating your food! What kind of brain damage do you have, you walking embarrassment!? But the scorn of a minor goddess like Hestia meant nothing to him. All he cared about was getting in Loki's good graces—real political benefits. Just as he thought Loki would appreciate his cleverness, she turned to him with a cold glare.
"What kind of nonsense are you spouting?"
"You're going to insult a genius who ranked up to Level 2 in a month like that?"
"Where's your dignity? You call yourself a god and yet you're picking on a mortal? That's beyond shameful—I'm embarrassed to even know you!" Righteous and firm, she looked to Hestia with a face full of moral superiority.
"Don't worry, Hestia. Conflicts between gods should never spill over to the children in their Familias."
"I won't allow such disgraceful things to happen!" Her bold reversal of stance stunned the gods around them. The one she'd scolded was completely dumbfounded.
Loki, are you serious? You're the one who originally wanted to mock Hestia's child!
How do you even have the nerve to say that now?
The other gods didn't understand why Loki had suddenly changed her tune, but given her influence and power, no one dared question her. If Loki said it was righteous, then it must be righteous.