Divine meeting

The fucker just grinned before falling flat on his face as he relaxed and his injuries caught up to him while his transformation ended. I just chuckled at that and looked at the crowd that had gathered.

“Anyone got a mana potion to spare? Freya would chew into my ass if I let her golden boy die.” I asked and like four people reached into pouches at their waists without a word and handed over potions. “Much appreciated.” I said as I downed a potion causing my cursed energy to start refilling rapidly.

I limped over to Ottar and casually kneeled in the pool of blood beneath him and rest my hand on his exposed back. Using my RCT slowly I began to restore his body while making sure not to use more energy than I was regenerating. Once I was certain he wouldn’t die from bleeding out I moved my focus from his potentially fatal injuries to regrowing his nose that was missing. Perhaps he wouldn’t mind the disfigurement but I wasn’t such an asshole I’d force him to accept it when I could easily fix the damage.-

Once he was good to go I used my cursed technique to gather all of our blood and chunks of flesh before incinerating it with my hellfire. I didn’t want to leave anything for someone to potentially fuck us over using later. Strange DS’s like curse and hex existed after all and their was no telling if someone could voodoo doll our asses using bits of us left over. Still I was quite happy with the outcome of this admittedly savage spar of ours. I lost but that was always something I expected to happen. –

Ottar was not on the lower end of seven after being there for so many years and if anything was probably sitting pretty towards the top of the level. The fact I could even scrap with him by cheating meant I should be just barely level seven in terms of power. In a straight up deathmatch I’d win since my cursed technique would render him clay under my touch but if we weren’t trying to kill each other he wins. So I would say we were fairly equal at the moment all things considered, not a bad place to be if I do say so myself. –

Of course I had to work on fully fixing myself as I waited for the big guy to wake up since i’m absolutely not leaving him here unattended or carrying his ass bad. Are you kidding me? That’s ten fucking miles and this guy was NOT light. Yeah yeah I know I could probably juggle his ass if I wanted to but the point still stands. Didn’t need to wait long thankfully as the guy grunted awake about ten minutes later. He gracelessly rolled over onto his back before sitting up with a content expression.-

“I patched you up while you were out so Freya doesn’t chew my ass out. Don’t ask for another round though as theres no point. I’m not strong enough to match you yet so you’ll need to wait a bit till our next sparring session.” I said casually.

“I will train while I wait.” he said with a nod.

“I suggest soloing Balor if you can. It shouldn’t take me too much longer to catch up to the current you so I suggest you push yourself unless you want to be surpassed.” I said with a confident grin.

“Understood.” he said with a firm look.

As expected the piper came a calling shortly after Hestia pushed through the news of my double level up to the guild and the rumors of my spar with Ottar ripped through the city like a typhoon. Within hours there was not a single person who didn’t know I went toe to toe with Ottar to the point we both looked like ground beef afterwards. Honestly I don’t think the gods have ever convened an emergency denatus so fast before. They had serious doubts that there wasn’t something wrong with me now and more than a few were nervous about the idea of a new “King” showing up.-

Hestia was nervous of course since she knew exactly what was on my status but I reassured her that it would work out fine. I didn’t bother wearing a shirt to cover my torso when we walked into the denatus hall with all of the gods there immediately ogling me. The conversations commenting on the large changes to the tattoos on my body started immediately with more than a few goddesses blushing with heated cheeks at my sculpted form. I didn’t mind though as they were free to get as much of an eyeful as they wished.-

Hermes walked out to stand confidently before all the gods here. “My fellow gods we have for the second time in recent memory come together to investigate the same mortal for unusual feats. As before I will observe the status of the mortal in question and deliver justice if there is indeed a problem.” he said loudly with his voice carrying across the chamber.

“Before that though a few bits from the “accused” I said derailing his whole flow without any shame. “First I achieved all I have through legitimate means.” I said causing Hermes face to darken as he no doubt realized I had just cleared my name since none of the gods lie detection mojos were going off.

“Second I will need god Hermes to swear on his arcaenum not to disclose the details of my status regardless of it’s unusualness so long as I have done nothing truly wrong before he looks at it.” I said with grin at Hermes.

“You are not in a position to demand anything of me.” Hermes said with a glare.

“On the contrary, as I have already proven my innocence having you double check is merely curtesy at this point. You either will take that oath and peek under the hood or you won’t and this meeting will end since theres no more point for us to be here.” I said bluntly.

“Just take the oath already Hermes!” One god called out followed by another and another until it seemed the whole divine host was in agreement that he should do it while Hermes himself looked about ready to punch my grinning face.

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