Chapter 14 — I Want to Kill Myself
After hearing the God of Destruction mutter, "Actor. Born actor," Nameless showed a proud smile.
He stretched his arms lazily.
"I think you're not going to help me anyway," Nameless said casually. "Actually, I didn't come here for your help. I came for advice."
The God of Destruction narrowed his eyes.
"Advice?"
"Yes. You are the God of Destruction. And unfortunately, you are a genius. You taught me, so that makes you one. But that's not the point."
Nameless began pacing.
"You understand astrology. Fate reading. Soul trajectories. There was that one god, your old friend—the one who specialized in predictions. You two were close once."
A brief silence.
"I can't go to him directly," Nameless continued. "Because of… something I did in the past. He'd probably run away."
The God of Destruction's expression darkened.
"So I came to you," Nameless finished. "To clear my doubts. Now they're cleared."
He turned away and waved dismissively.
"So buzz off."
The God of Destruction stared at him in disbelief.
"For a moment," he said slowly, "I thought you were becoming better. But you're still a selfish bastard."
Nameless grinned. God of destruction asked nameless
"You were never planning to give me your kingdom, were you?"
"Fuck no."
"You never wanted the Kingdom artifact?"
"Fuck no."
"You used this entire conversation to confirm something about your soul?"
"Fuck yeah."
The God of Destruction exhaled sharply.
"You could have just asked."
Nameless laughed.
"I'm the Nameless Emperor," he declared proudly. "Actually… people call me the Nameless Monarch nowadays. But Emperor sounds stylish, so I'll stick with that."
He turned slightly, eyes gleaming.
"If I directly ask for help, it lowers my image. If I insult you publicly, you react. When you react, you reveal information. That's my logic."
The God of Destruction shook his head slowly.
"Get out."
Nameless didn't argue. He stepped back into the void and vanished from the divine temple.
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When he returned to his palace, another figure was already waiting.
The God of Scholars stood calmly in the hall, as if he had been there for hours.
"You used that old man again, didn't you?" the Scholar asked.
"Kind of," Nameless admitted.
"You could have asked me."
"It's different," Nameless replied quietly. "Getting information from you is different. He's better at soul tracking."
The God of Scholars remained silent.
Nameless looked down at his own hand.
"I felt it," he said. "Something missing. My soul feels… slightly empty. After the dreams. After today."
He looked up.
"A part of my soul is stuck somewhere. And that part is with someone."
The hall felt colder.
"My life is becoming a puzzle," Nameless muttered. "And I hate puzzles."
He leaned back against a pillar.
"I just want peace, man."
The God of Scholars watched him carefully.
To outsiders, Nameless looked chaotic. Random. Arrogant.
But beneath the madness was terrifying precision.
He had gone to the God of Destruction not for energy.
Not for artifacts.
Not even for advice.
He went to provoke him.
To force him to use divine perception.
To confirm one thing—
That a fragment of Nameless' soul truly existed somewhere else.
Nameless closed his eyes briefly.
Crazy.
That was what everyone called him.
But only a genius would create chaos…
just to prove his own broken existence
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