Chapter 895: Chapter 377: The True Stance of a Stronger—You Have No Choice (3)
The Lake God’s gaze shifted slightly.
"What transaction?"
"I need the temple you have occupied..."
The Lake God frowned and refused straightforwardly.
"Absolutely impossible!"
Lear spoke calmly.
"This temple has something I need... I’ve noticed that you’ve been lurking underwater for some time, suggesting you lack the strength to occupy more temples."
"And when you captured the Divine Spirit, you gained the insights the temple offered."
"You know full well that you’re already out of the running, incapable of competing with other Divine Spirits... If your temple weren’t beneath the water, it would have been seized by others long ago."
"You should know how intense the competition is in the Original Plane."
The Lake God couldn’t hold back.
"You’re speaking so absolutely; as long as it’s within the lake, who can violate my temple?"
"Yes, but what about in the Main Plane? Can you hold your ground there?"
Lear’s tone carried a strong sense of oppression within his seemingly indifferent demeanor.
The Lake God’s expression changed.
"What are you trying to say..."
"You should know about the recent fall of the Tyrant Monarch, right? It was the Goddess of Misfortune and I who entered the Abyss and leveled it... We slaughtered an entire Abyss Plane, the Tyrant Monarch was executed on the spot, and the Authority was stripped away."
"And just recently... the God of Flames was killed by the Goddess of Misfortune."
"Do you think you are stronger than the Tyrant Monarch, or the God of Flames?"
A trace of anger and a hint of imperceptible fear arose in the Lake God’s heart.
"What exactly do you want? Simply threatening me? I’m not afraid!!"
Lear showed a kindly smile.
"I’m just telling you the worst-case scenario if you don’t accept."
"Impossible, there’s no way I’ll let my temple just..."
"Hear me out."
Lear mercilessly interrupted the obviously unconfident weak divine power.
"Have you heard of the Fire of Origin controlled by the God of Flames?"
"I can offer you a strand, this strand of Fire of Origin can burn for three days, refining your soul. If used well, it might even help you take steps on the Path of Promotion."
"Moreover, you’re aware of the major changes in the Main Plane. I can promise that if there are shifts in the future, Divine Spirits can enter the Main Plane, you can bring your Divine Kingdom near my territory, and we will form a defensive alliance, taking care of each other."
"Lastly, I can make a soul oath with you under the witness of the God of Contract, ensuring I won’t covet your Authority, and guaranteeing my conditions for you, possibly even giving you the Fire of Origin first."
The Lake God was stunned; he had thought Lear came with ill intentions, not expecting such a high offer.
The Fire of Origin’s reputation was well known to him, but only a very few Divine Spirits could wield it. It could cleanse the soul and enhance Potential.
To him, its value was immeasurable...
And forming an alliance with the Swamp was also a strong temptation because the Goddess of Misfortune stood behind the Swamp!!
He was a solitary being.
In these great changes, having no help was tantamount to seeking death.
Faced with combined soft and hard tactics, the Lake God gritted his teeth amidst his changing expression.
"I need to sign a contract first..."
Lear’s lips curled slightly.
It’s done!
Now he was no longer just a minor Lord with a small swamp for territory.
He was a Divine Spirit with Medium Divine Power, the Sovereign of the Swamp Pantheon, and had a glorious history along with the Goddess of Misfortune of slaughtering an entire Abyss Plane.
His status and position were different, and he had more options in handling matters.
A year ago, it would have been a dream for a few words to make a Divine Spirit yield; now, it was easily achieved.
Putting himself in the Lake God’s shoes, when faced with an enemy ready to take him out at any time, the choice was between trading this already beneficial temple for greater profits or refusing and risking enmity, which may result in immediate demise. It was not much of a choice.
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