The small gathering of the most dangerous organization this universe had ever seen quickly came to an end, especially with Sally ordering all the children to go to bed before nine o'clock. And despite Percy's pleas, the boy was cruelly forced to sleep. Nico, frightened by Sally's aura, obediently followed.
The remaining few stayed up a little longer but soon went to their respective rooms to rest or study.
At night, when the Garden of Eden was completely deserted and the lights were out, the sound of someone knocking on the door echoed particularly clearly.
Knock Knock!!!
Godwyn opened his eyes instantly; he got out of bed, and the Destined Death appeared in his hand. He was wearing only a pair of loose white pants; his long golden hair was loose and cascaded down his back and chest like a waterfall of shimmering golden strands. His golden eyes lit up in the dark.
Noticing that no one else got out of bed, Godwyn's eyes narrowed. The silence seemed deafening; only the sound of someone still knocking on the door echoed throughout the Garden of Eden.
A god.
A Primordial God.
A terrifyingly powerful Primordial God.
Godwyn reached this conclusion in an instant; he took a deep breath and then exhaled, putting away his spear, despite the spear letting out a reluctant sound, as if it wanted to stay with its master in such a dangerous situation.
The Primordial God of Death left the room still shirtless and walked down the stairs with calm, slow steps, in no hurry to open the door. Godwyn turned on the lights and only then walked towards the bar door.
Turning the doorknob, the door opened, revealing a man in an elegant, tailored Italian suit. He looked like an old man wearing a black beret under his silver hair. His skin was dark like an olive, and his eyes were a pale white, frighteningly penetrating and deep, as if all the wisdom of the cosmos was ingrained in those eyes.
"Sorry to disturb your rest, child." He said in a gentle tone, his voice very beautiful, even more beautiful than Aphrodite's or Freya's; even Apollo, who was considered one of the singers with the most beautiful voice among the Pantheons, lacked in comparison to the man before Godwyn.
"Please, come in." Godwyn gestured for the man to enter, and when he entered, he closed the door and accompanied the man to the bar counter.
The man sat on the seat and placed his beret on the counter while maintaining a smile on his lips, staring at the young man before him with his strange pale eyes.
"Would you like a drink, My Lord?" Godwyn, who was behind the counter, asked with a slightly cautious tone as he forced himself to remain calm. Being in front of those strange and frightening pale eyes was quite stressful.
"My lovely daughter had a drink when this place opened; I want the same." He said in an still gentle tone, his eyes always on Godwyn, following every movement, micro-expression, gesture, and word, as if he was very curious about everything about him.
Godwyn's heart began to beat fast; he felt his heart was beating so fast that it would explode the next moment. He cursed in his mind countless times, but his expression remained calm. Picking up the Irish Whiskey, he poured the drink into a glass without anything else, just the pure drink at room temperature.
"Your drink, Creator." Godwyn spoke with a respectful tone. He had no doubt that he would be evaporated from existence, and although he wouldn't die for being a Primordial God, he would lose his physical body for thousands or even tens of thousands of years. If that happened, his plans would go down the drain with only Thalia in charge.
"Your soul is interesting." The man said casually as he brought the glass of Irish Whiskey to his lips and drank calmly. "Just as my youngest son reincarnated, you did the same, although I can't see your past, which is strange."
Putting on an expression of appreciation as he savored the drink, he continued speaking. "Given that I am older than this universe, I should have information about your past, but I have none. Imagine my surprise when I realized this fact. I was surprised after billions of years; the universe really doesn't cease to amaze me even after so long." The man laughed, as if he was happy after a long time.
Then, just like the ocean that changed its mood suddenly, the man lost his smile and stared at Godwyn with a deep, penetrating, and powerful gaze. "Tell me, Godwyn Odinson, are you an Agent of the Negative World?"
Godwyn's hairs stood on end instantly; his body screamed at him to run, but his reason kept him still. He knew he was about to die at any moment; it was his body warning him to flee as fast as possible.
Suppressing the urge to turn around and run anywhere but there, the Primordial God of Death stared at the Primordial God of Creation and spoke in an equally deep tone. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Creator."
A staring contest began; an eerie silence hung over them both.
The God of Creation smiled, and the atmosphere dissipated as if it had never existed. "Just kidding." He said with a smile full of amusement.
Godwyn's lips twisted abnormally; he genuinely felt a strong urge to punch the Father of All Greek Primordial Gods in the face. Just kidding? He almost had a damn heart attack, and this damn god says it was all a joke.
He never imagined that Chaos, the Creator God of the Entire Greek Universe, would be so playful.
Chaos drank the Irish Whiskey, and as if reading Godwyn's thoughts, he curved his lips and spoke casually. "Believe me when I say you're not the first one who wants to hit me; Ymir, Atum-Ra, Tiamat, Pangu, Ame no Minakanushi, they all want to hit me."
The names of the creator gods of each pantheon being spoken so casually made Godwyn roll his eyes; one could say that his small bar had indeed caught the attention of these high-level beings, which was a very bad thing. Fortunately, the Garden of Eden was located in the Greek Pantheon, so no Creator God would enter another Creator God's Pantheon.
Sighing, Godwyn began to clean the already clean glasses and asked with a curious tone. "What is the Negative Universe?" By the name, it was a quite chaotic place, but he had no idea what it really was.
"It's a universe where the craziest, most insane, and unstable gods dwell; they like to devour universes to satisfy their insatiable hunger. They are basically the purest forms of distorted concepts from the void, although the Demonic Sultan is somewhat too strong. Fortunately, he is a sleeper whom even the Outer Gods don't want awake." Chaos explained in a casual tone one of the universe's most well-kept secrets without any hesitation.
Godwyn felt a chill hearing Chaos's words; he felt that the stars were looking at him at that moment. Insane, mad, crazy, and incomprehensible murmurs sounded in his ear. Godwyn's face paled with the infinite amount of information being poured into his mind.
"They look at everyone who discovers their existence, which is why not many know about the existence of these worms." Chaos explained, seeing Godwyn's pale appearance. He knew the boy would endure, so he wasn't too worried.
As Chaos expected, Godwyn used the Divine Position of the Primordial God of Death and created a force field around him. Godwyn never thought that mere silence could be so pleasurable.
"They can…?" Godwyn asked with a worried tone; he didn't need to finish for Chaos to understand what he wanted to say.
"The Crystal Wall prevents that from happening, although only physically; spiritually, they can send their power to some special humans or even gods. These beings become apostles of the void, although they are quite rare." Chaos explained in a relaxed tone. Having fought for entire Ages against the Outer Gods, he was used to these beings.
"You must be wondering why I'm saying this." Chaos said with a smile. "Well, I know your plan, so the Great Will asked me to guide my future comrade-in-arms. After all, when you create your own Pantheon, that will be the moment the Crystal Wall will be thinnest, allowing the Outer Gods to speak to you personally."
"Their mere presence can corrupt you, something the Great Will doesn't want, so I will be your tutor for some time, young Godwyn." Chaos spoke his true purpose with an amused smile, practically admitting that the entire conversation until then was just for his entertainment.
"Like father, like daughter." Godwyn murmured, looking at Chaos with a helpless gaze. He discovered that Chaos and Gaea were quite similar.
Hearing his murmur, Chaos's lips curved into an elegant arc. "I must say I spoiled Gaea a lot, so she imitated me in some things, but she's still adorable."
Adorable? The Greatest Conspirator of the Gods is adorable?
Godwyn rolled his eyes but didn't comment on how Chaos raised his sons and daughters.
He was more concerned about his future.
Was it too late for him to give up on creating his own pantheon?
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