Viewing Party 2
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They’d fought together, had skills that were dependent on each other, and even possessed Records that were tied together. Even Eversmile had found their situation interesting enough to study at one point.
They had forsaken everything that was individuality. Even their names had been given up to bring them closer; the three of them were now simply known as the Sisters of the Verdant Lagoon—the first sister, second, and so on.
“Does this mean that you plan to call on all the Hidden Ones?” the first sister asked after a bit of silence.
“Most have walked their own paths by now,” the Viper answered with a sigh as he recalled the past. “I never bound them in any way, and they have no obligation to the Order any longer.”
“While I cannot speak for all others, my Lord, I can say that us sisters were more than elated when we heard of your return. Even more so when you reached out. You forbade us from coming to you, but I believe that most, if not all, would be more than happy to return to your side.”
“I know,” he said, sighing. “But it is not time yet anyway.”
“Just know that we are all eager to serve once more,” she reiterated, letting silence reclaim the room for a while.
The Viper was staring at the ceiling again, his gaze piercing the void into the planet known as Earth—his favorite pastime these days. However, he tried not to overdo it. Besides, there were many other characters in the multiverse he enjoyed observing.
As gods experienced with clairvoyance and farseeing, the sisters were aware of their lord’s actions. That he was peering at Earth. As to whom he was mainly observing, it was an easy guess. They found it peculiar and unusual for a god, much less a Primordial, to care so much about mortal affairs.
“What makes that mortal human so special?” the second sister asked, finally unable to hold herself back.
“His name is Jake,” the Viper answered. “He is a... friend.”
“A friend?” she asked before she began laughing. “What a novel concept. It sounds like an interesting game.”
Turning to her, the Viper stared into her eyes, not a hint of jest in them. “I am serious.”
“But… why?” the third sister asked, she, too, unable to hold her tongue. “To invest so much of your time and efforts into a mortal that could fall at any moment is just… wasteful.”
Sighing, the Viper turned to all the sisters. “Tell me, what am I to you?”
“My lord.” “A supreme existence.” “The one above all in my heart.”
The answers came simultaneously, only the last one standing out a bit. Yet they all had one thing in common.
“And there you have it. To you three, I stand above you. I am your superior.”
“Is that not only natural?” the first sister asked, a bit confused.
“It is,” the Viper agreed.
That was how the multiverse worked, after all. Power was what dictated everything. Respect was automatically earned simply by being powerful. It wasn’t just a norm born out of habits or a social structure that had been adopted. It was natural law.
A superior being suppressed those below them without even trying. One had to consciously hold back their aura to avoid making those of lower rank feel an innate compulsion to submit. Even if someone could resist the compulsion, they would still be instilled with a sense of inferiority.
As a Primordial, the Viper was positioned at the apex of the multiverse. The beings he didn’t naturally suppress in the multiverse were few and far between. For him to find someone he both didn’t suppress and got along with was even harder, considering his eccentric personality.
Yet a mortal had waltzed into his realm, not giving a s**t about his aura or the natural suppression he should feel. Instead, the human had looked upon him like he was an absolute i***t when he, a mighty god, had tried to show off. It was a novel experience. He had even dared to give advice to a god. An F-grade was talking to a god as an equal… It was unheard of.
It wasn’t just a matter of pride or personality that allowed one to stand unfazed before a god as a mortal—much less F-grade before Primordial. The Viper knew it had to be the peculiar Bloodline Jake possessed that allowed him to do so.
Of course, the Viper wouldn’t have bothered as much if it was indeed just the Bloodline making him stand out. Jake wasn’t the first mortal he had met with the power to stand tall before gods. But he was the first to act like he was just meeting some random person on the subway.
That he also turned out to possess monstrous potential was what sealed the deal for him. While the disparity between the two was nearly as wide as it could feasibly be in the multiverse, it didn’t discourage the Viper at all.
“I still don’t get it,” the second sister said, bringing the Viper’s mind back to reality.
“And you don’t have to. Just know that Jake sees me as an equal, and I see him in turn as an equal.”
He knew it was useless to try and explain it. It was a concept that didn’t make any sense to natives of the multiverse, after all. Maybe something only those who had grown up in a world without levels and skills could understand.
Immortality was a long time, and to a god, the life of a mortal—even an S-grade mortal—seemed infinitely short. Perhaps it was a way to protect themselves... but barely any gods had any serious relationships with anyone that weren’t gods. Sometimes it was done with an S-grade near the peak if the god believed they would ascend... but even that was rare.
The sisters tried asking a bit more, but, in the end, gave up. Partly because they didn’t get it at all, and partly because they feared angering the Primordial by being too pesky. For him to share a bed with them was already a massive victory in their minds, and they didn’t want to spoil the mood.
But the third sister did give one last try after a while. “Can we see this mortal? I am very interested to know more.”
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