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I might have mentioned this before, that all Gods have followers and the more followers they have, the more powerful they are.

Well… there is something I want to correct.

It\'s not followers, but believers. And not the believers of God but of the fact itself. Kind of odd logic, but that is how it works.

Huh? What do I mean by \'fact\'?

Well, it would be better if I explained it like this. Let\'s just take the example of Alepsia. The Goddess of Light.

Now people indeed worship her. But what do they do, in essence? They pray for the light.

Light is subjective and has many forms. Sun, fire, magic, etc, but if they believe in Light… Well, Alepsia gets her powers increased.

It\'s especially true with people who are lost in darkness. Their belief is extraordinary in comparison to those living in Light.

But let\'s get back to God of Irrationality now.

Do you know how many believers he had?

Seven.

Something about this number and Zarraf irks me out, but okay… back to the topic.

Those seven believers were not exactly the followers of Lirawern, but had their own twisted definitions of Rationality.

They strongly believed that nothing is rational in this world and twisted as it may be, everything that occurs in this world is wrong.

Now, even though that is a strong belief, seven wouldn\'t have been a problem, right?

Well. It did end up becoming a big problem when these guys started projecting their ideas on others.

It didn\'t spread their ideas, of course… but made others lose their faith in their own beliefs, thus reducing the powers of other Gods.

Their talk was so pin point and convincing that it spread like a wildfire, reducing the powers of all Gods less than half of what they had in mere 3 years.

The God of Irrationality, Lirawern, was a nomad God who loved to travel. His powers were somewhere in the middle of the chart compared to other Gods, of which he didn\'t care much about.

That is until he met one of his followers.

And fell in love with her.

It\'s easy to guess what happened next, right? They fuc- cough cough they lived a beautiful life for a while until… the other Gods came to him.

Threatened him… and took his lover away before killing her in front of his eyes.

And that… was one of the biggest mistakes they made at that time.

They underestimated the power of Irrationality and confusion.

Lirawern, the happy-go-lucky introvert God. His personality flipped into a crazy manipulative psychopath who began planning out the end of all the Gods.

He started finding people who were confused, lost, and forgotten. And unlike letting them get out of the misery they had, he helped them find peace in pain and sadness.

Find peace in irrationality.

And to be fair… it\'s not really that hard to manipulate someone who is already lost.

One at a time, his followers grew. Like wildfire, they spread, crashing down the pillars of the other Gods, making them cower in fear for what they have done.

Making them wonder what kind of monster they created.

And when all hope was lost… the King of All beings, the All-Father God stepped up and fought toe to toe against him.

He couldn\'t kill him, but with a contract with the Hell Guardians, he was able to capture him in Hell.

Though by some miracle or another, he escaped out of there about a decade ago and began his hunt again.

Only to get captured immediately.

The All Father captured him and took him to God\'s Paradise in High Heaven, where he had to spend eternity under the eyes of the All Father.

At least that was the story which Alepsia and Valencia told me, in exchange for telling about the Hell Guardian who was trying to find him.

\'Hmmm… why do I feel like there are a lot of pieces missing in this story?\' I thought as I looked at the Goddesses around me.

"Now that we have told you everything we know, it\'s your turn to speak," Freya spoke in a strict voice as she looked at me.

"Are you that rough in bed, too?" I asked as I looked at her with a smirk, making her narrow her eyes at me as she glared,

"Excuse me?"

"Adam," Valencia looked at me with a serious look. \'This is not the time for jokes,\' was written on her face.

"All right. All right…. I wasn\'t joking though," I spoke in a low voice before immediately speaking up,

"So the thing is that during my travels, I once came across a town where the Dark Mages attacked…"

And I began telling the tale of how I randomly came across a situation where I met a Black Shadow.

How I talked to him freely without much problems, and how we reached a conclusion that if I get the answer to his question, then he will let me get out of there along with the others.

"…"

"…"

"…"

"…"

A strange silence covered as everyone first checked the contract paper and then back at me again.

And then back at the paper and back at me again.

"Any questions?" I asked, and all of them, including Anna and Leena, raised their hands.

"Personal start with the rough one," I spoke looking at Freya and she immediately asked,

"How did you start talking with the Hell Guardian? Why didn\'t he kill you on sight?"

"Why would he kill me?" I asked. I actually knew that the reason I was alive was because I was a fate weaver, but let\'s try to avoid that for now.

"Hell Guardians don\'t bother letting anyone around them whom they deem less than themselves, let alone talk to. Just what did you do to… make him not kill you?" Zora spoke with her face still in shock.

"Is that true?" I asked, turning to Alepsia and she nodded,

"Only 15 people till now were able to talk to the Hell Guardians. And each of them could be the strongest person on this planet."