Chapter 127 - The Format of the War Game

The next day.

News that a War Game was about to begin—

Under the guidance of the gods, spread like wildfire across the entire city.

Seeing the gods bickering, thrilled, and celebrating…

Adventurers and civilians alike began spreading the word, as if fanned by the flames of gossip.

More and more people quickly caught wind of the massive news.

Before long, the War Game received formal approval from the Guild.

But at the moment…

The one suffering the most was undoubtedly the Guild itself.

To ensure that this dangerous event wouldn't affect Orario…

The Guild had to mobilize enormous resources and personnel.

They needed to announce it publicly, scout and select a battlefield as the official stage for the War Game,

And inform surrounding districts to stay alert and keep safe.

It was, in short, a logistical nightmare.

And with the gods' capricious demands, everything became even more chaotic.

Right now—

Whether adventurers or ordinary citizens, this matter had become the city's hottest topic.

Amid the attention of all of Orario and its outskirts, the War Game was steadily taking shape.

10:00 AM – Northwest District, the Abandoned Church

"…Haa… achoo!"

Raven Eltharion had just woken up and let out a yawn.

Turning his head—

The goddess Hestia, who had been lying beside him, was nowhere to be seen.

Ever since they returned to their base last night,

They'd shared a night of intense passion, bathed, and slept together.

Halfway through the night, when Raven woke up to use the restroom,

He suddenly remembered—

That he'd forgotten something.

So he immediately used Teleportation Magic to pay Airmid another visit.

What followed was a nearly hour-long session of intimate skin-to-skin therapy.

The result?

Let's just say—it was incredibly effective.

Thanks to [Foresight of Data], the ability that let him see stat growth—

Airmid's abilities had all shot up to B-rank evaluation.

After she drifted off to sleep, Raven quietly returned to his own bed.

Now still lying in bed,

Hands behind his head, Raven stared up at the ceiling.

"Hm…"

"It's still early."

"Might as well stop by the casino."

"With the War Game coming up, gambling venues are going to rake in profit."

Just like…

Sports betting.

He could easily have Todd host a similar betting event.

Then—

Get him to trick gamblers into betting everything on Apollo Familia's victory.

Only for them to lose completely in the end.

And in doing so—

His own casino would make a killing.

Which meant…

There was no way he was letting this business opportunity slip by.

With that thought,

Raven's lips curled into a small smirk and he let out a chuckle.

Truth be told—

He didn't take the War Game against Apollo Familia seriously at all.

Level 3 Hyakinthos?

To him?

Just another loser he'd already beaten once. Not worth mentioning.

Even if they all ganged up on him, they'd still stand no chance.

"Alright, time to get up."

Meanwhile — Central Orario, Babel Tower Ferris Wheel Facility, 30th Floor Conference Hall

At that moment, the Divine Assembly was in full swing, with numerous gods gathered to watch the drama.

"Where the heck is Hestia?"

"Sheesh…"

"Don't tell me she's trying to run away?"

Having waited a long while, Apollo finally snapped and started cursing.

Click—

The doors opened.

"I'm late."

"Sorry to keep everyone waiting."

Despite her words,

Hestia strolled in with an utterly laid-back demeanor.

Behind her were Miach, Takemikazuchi, and Hephaistos.

Seeing her nonchalant attitude—

Apollo's eyes flared with fury as he glared at her.

"You're awfully slow, Hestia."

"Deliberately delaying the assembly—how do you plan to take responsibility?"

But Hestia responded coolly:

"So I'm two hours late."

"What's the big deal?"

From the back, Loki, reclining with her arms behind her head, chimed in impatiently:

"Alright, alright."

"Shortstack's annoying, yeah, but let's just get on with it, we don't have all day."

As soon as she spoke—

The gods began their official discussion on the War Game.

Under their supervision—

Hestia and Apollo completed the necessary documents and signatures.

"If I win, I want Raven Eltharion."

Hestia didn't respond, only silently stared at him.

"There's one thing I want made absolutely clear."

"So you don't come whining later with some ridiculous excuse."

"If you win, I'll accept any condition you demand."

Completely convinced of his victory, Apollo emphasized only one thing: transferring Raven to his familia.

With Hestia remaining silent—

Apollo instructed the god in charge of recordkeeping to officially write it into the agreement.

Soon after—

The topic turned to the rules of the War Game, and how the winner would be determined.

"I propose one-on-one."

"Each familia sends a single representative to decide the match."

Hestia spoke up.

What she meant was—

Raven would face one of their members in a 1v1 duel.

Simple, quick, and efficient.

"We could hold the fight in the arena, surrounded by spectators."

"Wouldn't that hype the crowd up even more?"

Hestia looked straight at Apollo across the table.

"I agree."

"Watching Apollo's kids gang up on Raven would be too depressing."

Miach voiced his support.

"I back this too!"

Takemikazuchi followed loudly.

"Well, it does sound reasonable."

Several other gods also began to nod in agreement.

"So, Apollo~?"

"Your opponent's the fastest to ever level up, y'know?"

"Maybe he's the kind of guy who shines when fighting someone stronger."

"Yeah, 1v1 might actually be his specialty."

The gods chuckled as they watched Apollo's reaction with amusement.

They weren't taking sides—they just found the whole situation entertaining.

"You've only got one member anyway. Don't come crying to me about it."

"I have no obligation to humor you."

Apollo scoffed, clearly unimpressed.

"Hmph…"

Hestia suddenly flashed a mysterious smile—one unreadable to the other gods.

No familia members?

Level 8 Silence and Level 9 Empress say hi.

She quietly kept that to herself, deliberately not revealing Raven's rare magic.

If she said it out loud, Apollo might just die of shock on the spot.

"How about we keep it fair and draw lots instead?"

Apollo finally offered a suggestion.

"Sure."

Now that she had full confidence, Hestia didn't care what rules they used.

She was just humoring him at this point.

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