Bast, the ever-graceful Panther Goddess, was absolutely, undeniably, 100% focused on her divine duties. Yes.
She was not getting sidetracked by the adorable, clueless humans who had now built an entire thriving civilization around her worship. She was not secretly watching them grow with the pride of a mother cat watching her kittens.
And she was especially not aware that the Wakandan people had declared a holy festival celebrating the "Sacred Union of Herobrine and the Panther Goddess."
Nope.
Not at all.
"Lady Bast," Akila, her serious and disciplined daughter (adopted, totally adopted), approached, her cat-like tail swishing behind her. "The Black Panther is prepared to depart for Gaia's Grove."
"Mama!" Dalila, the innocent and way-too-cute twin, bounced up beside her, sparkling with excitement. "Papa sent a letter! Are we finally going to meet him?"
Bast tensed.
Oh. Right.
That little white lie she told them.
Many, many, many years ago.
She could have just explained that she was a devoted servant of Herobrine, that she had adopted them as subordinates (lackeys), and that he was not their father.
But, well... maternal instincts got the better of her, and before she knew it, she had accidentally raised them.
Now, both girls thought they were Herobrine's daughters.
And she... may have gotten a little too comfortable with the idea of being called Mama.
"Ahem," she coughed into her hand, ignoring her own tail twitching in embarrassment. "Soon, my lovely child," she lied again with a nervous chuckle. "Now, give me the letter."
As she unsealed it, she prayed to all celestial forces that her master wasn't summoning her for some disastrous reason.
She read the first line.
And breathed the biggest sigh of relief in her entire feline existence.
[My cute little kitty, Atum is about to get married.]
Thank the Stars! He doesn't know about the festival!
[I forgive you for your carelessness...]
Bast flinched.
[You are officially invited as 'Chief Goddess of Wakanda' along with the rest of the Orisha. Your main task is to keep Agni in check, and you know how.]
Oh no.
Not Agni.
Not the walking fire hazard.
Bast's ear twitched violently as she remembered the last time Agni got out of control, an entire mountain range melted because a certain Burison insulted her plush toy collection.
Bast rubbed her temple. Great. Babysitting duty.
Smoothing her expression, she turned to Akila. "Akila, tell the Originators to present themselves at their absolute best. Lord Herobrine is requesting their presence."
Akila nodded crisply, ever the serious one. "Understood, Mother."
Then Bast turned to Dalila, who was practically vibrating with joy.
"And Dalila... You wanted to meet 'Father,' right?" Bast really shouldn't be encouraging this misunderstanding, but—oh, look at that face!
Dalila beamed. "Yes! And maybe I'll meet my siblings too! Do you think they'll have tails like us?"
Bast's fur stood up like someone stepped on her tail.
Maybe it wasn't a good idea to encourage this.
(Wukong- The Orginal Monkey King!)
Bast? Rex? Pfft. Idiots.
They couldn't even handle basic tasks. That's why Lord Herobrine entrusted him—the Great Monkey King—with this job. A task that would allow him to show off his progress.
And, of course, mess with Kurama.
Oh, that fox was going to have a meltdown when I showed him the nine-tailed foxes from Ta-Lo. Prideful furball wouldn't know what hit him!
What will be his reaction when he realizes that I have ascended Godhood?
Maybe he would even start demanding Peaches of Immortality like some divine beggar.
Too bad for him—Heaven banned me.
Heh. Something about "stealing peaches," "causing chaos," and "general disrespect to celestial order."
Tch. Weaklings.
Anyway, what was the mission again?
Wukong unrolled the Herobrine-stamped scroll.
[Wukong, it is time you get your lazy ass working.]
".."
His tail straightened. Rude.
[There's an asteroid approaching China or what would be known as in the future. I've slowed it down. Get there immediately.]
Oh.
…He may have gotten a bit distracted.
Because, well—the asteroid was already here.
Smoke billowed from the crash site, rising like some cheap incense from a knockoff temple. The wreckage looked less like a space rock and more like one of those floating taxis from Celestia.
But what caught Wukong's attention was the life signature inside.
It was weak—but still stronger than a normal human. Oddly enough, it felt similar to the Great Protector of Ta-Lo.
Only, like... 2% of that.
Still, interesting. So, naturally, Wukong did what any reasonable person would do.
He knocked.
"Open up! The Great Monkey King—the original one, not the Buddhist one—has arrived!"
Silence. He knocked again. Nothing. He knocked harder.
Still nothing.
"…Alright, rude."
With a sigh, he tried to open the door gently.
And by tried, he meant—
RIIIP—
The entire door came off.
Wukong blinked at the chunk of metal in his hands.
"…Who the hell makes such weak doors?"
Whatever. He tossed it over his shoulder (CRASH—oops) and strolled inside like he owned the place.
As he moved deeper, he noticed something odd—there were ten other faint life signatures.
"Huh. A party?"
Soon enough, he reached the main chamber—and froze.
Because right there, standing like he was about to do some shady business, was—
A dragon. A big, ugly, green dragon.
(Aka: Fin Fang Foom.)
And the guy was hovering over some weird-looking plant like he was about to sniff it into another dimension.
Wukong tilted his head.
"…Are you about to do space drugs?"
The dragon jerked, staring at him like he wasn't sure if Wukong was real.
"Who in the hell are you?!"
Wukong grinned.
"I'm the Great Monkey King." He paused. "And also here to stop whatever sketchy nonsense you're about to do. You are under arrest."
Foom grumbled, clearly unimpressed. "You just ripped my ship open."
Wukong shrugged. "You should have answered the door."
He turned his attention away from the big lizard and glanced around, spotting ten pods lining the chamber. Each one held a dormant but powerful life signature, sealed away like they were on some mandatory cosmic nap schedule.
Weird.
Wukong tilted his head before returning his gaze to the dragon. "So. Who the hell are you? Scratch that—what the hell are you doing here?"
The dragon straightened up, suddenly looking like he was about to recite his entire résumé.
"I am Fin Fang Foom, He Whose Limbs Shatter Mountains and Whose Back Scrapes the Sun, the Guardian of the Ten Makluan Rings—"
Wukong held up a hand.
"Okay. No. Stop. First of all, why the hell does everyone in this region have these long-ass names?" He groaned, rubbing his temples. "Is it a rule? A competition? Do you all get extra divine credit for unnecessary syllables?"
Foom blinked, offended. "My name is a title of great honor—"
"Yeah, yeah," Wukong waved him off, clearly unimpressed. "Look, buddy, I know a guy. You might wanna rethink dropping the 'Scraping the Sun' thing in front of him."
Foom froze for a second. "…Who?"
"You will find out and then there is also another guy," Wukong grinned, picking at his nails. "I wonder how he's gonna react to your 'Guardian of the Ten Rings' claim. Pretty sure he doesn't like competition."
Foom visibly gulped.
KABOOOM.
A blast echoed across the Earth.
"Looks like Lady is angry, poor Lord," Atum prayed to no one.
(Bast)
KABOOOOM
"Nyaaah! Lady Gaia, I was not thinking anything dirty about your husband," Bast cried as she heard the sound, but looking around, she found that she was alone, and she sighed.
She definitely wasn't thinking about being Herobrine's pet in a more... intimate sense.
Nope.
Not at all.
She was a proud, dignified, devoted servant.
Not a hopelessly smitten panther goddess who secretly wanted her master to scratch behind her ears while calling her a 'good kitty'.
Absolutely not.
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Yeah, we are seeing less of MC, but lemme make you aware of MC's surroundings.
Power Stones~
I need your opinion for future chapters-
1. Show Stoneage Avengers fight with Zgreb (Mc will not participate in it)
2. Atum and Amaunet's marriage, Ghost Rider's recruitment, Fan Fei's day in Gaia's Grove.
3. Mc fights with some villains while Gaia gives birth, (it is together with first option but more priority would be given to this)
4. (I forgot what I was about to put here)
5. Your ideas.