Chapter 13 — Confusion
"Then tell me, Master," Nameless said, his voice tight, "how do I remember that gap? That missing time?"
The God of Destruction answered calmly, "There are three ways."
He raised one finger.
"First—you die. There is a very small chance your soul may return to that world. Because you have a connection, yes. But the chance is almost negligible."
A second finger rose.
"Second—a god sends you there. But that is nearly impossible. The god must be stronger than you. At your level, only celestial gods could do it. And you already know the truth—eighty percent of them don't help anyone, and the remaining twenty percent hate you."
Then the third finger.
"Third—you become a god yourself."
Nameless frowned, thinking deeply.
"…I think there are four ways," he said.
The God of Destruction looked at him.
"Explain."
"Can I borrow your power?" Nameless asked casually.
Silence.
"If I give my power to you," the God of Destruction said slowly, "what am I supposed to do then?"
"No, no," Nameless waved his hand. "Not like that. I don't want you. I want your energy. Pure god energy. Not heavenly—god. I misspoke."
He tilted his head suddenly.
"By the way, Master, what do you mostly use? Heavenly power or god power?"
The God of Destruction stared at him.
"You still talk randomly at moments like this," he said. "That habit of yours hasn't changed."
Nameless grinned.
"I'll never forget that habit, Master."
Then his expression sharpened.
"Coming to the point," he said. "I have an ability. I can store energy that's given to me—even god energy. If you share a portion of yours, I can use it. Either to enter that world… or to force something to awaken."
The God of Destruction's eyes narrowed.
"Nameless, you know this is extremely dangerous. Your soul could split into two. And if that happens—there is no way to fix it."
"What do you mean, no way?" Nameless asked.
"I mean exactly that," the God of Destruction said. "You could become a god in three to six months. The God Competitions are about to start. If you participate and get selected, you can enter the heavenly tournaments and ascend within a year."
He leaned closer.
"Why are you in such a hurry? Can't you wait?"
Nameless didn't hesitate even for a second.
"No," he said firmly. "I can't wait. Give me your power."
The God of Destruction sighed deeply.
"Fine," he said at last. "But I will not take care of your kingdom. If you accept that condition, then I have no problem."
Nameless laughed—sharp, exaggerated, almost cartoonish.
An evil cartoon character enjoying the moment.
"My plan," he said cheerfully, "was this from the beginning."
The God of Destruction watched him and shook his head.
"Actor," he muttered. "Born actor."
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