Chapter 156

Chapter 156: We Have Figured Out Your Secret!

“Fool!”

“Just as I expected!”

Watching the demigod hidden in the water emerge and swim quickly toward the shore, the newly appointed chaos councilor Mr. Abraham, who had captured it, laughed triumphantly.

“But I must not let my guard down!”

“This time, I must succeed!”

Mr. Abraham, a high-ranking chaos deity, was currently the sixtieth member of the Chaos Council, the lowest-ranked core councilor.

Originally, every seat in the Chaos Council was fixed—those above wouldn’t step down, and those below couldn’t rise.

Even with great personal strength, it meant little.

After all, councilors wielded not just power but also vast resources and the loyalty of subordinate officials.

Opposing them brought no gain.

So many “quasi-back-row councilors” or “quasi-core councilors” lingered outside the Chaos Council. Though their strength matched back-row or core councilors, they lacked a seat and could only watch helplessly.

To keep these powerful Chaos Demon Gods—who held status beneath their might—from causing trouble, core councilors often made them subordinate officials and granted them the title “honorary councilors.”

And when a seat opened, it became the moment for “quasi-councilors” to prove themselves.

Such opportunities were rare.

But lately, fortune smiled on those “honorary councilors!”

In a short span, two back-row councilors and two core councilors had fallen!

Mr. Abraham seized this chance, moving fast to become a “temporary core councilor.”

The “temporary” label remained because though he’d claimed the spot, he was still in his “probationary period.” His defeated rivals watched him closely, waiting for any slip-up!

No—even mediocrity counted as failure!

If the “probationary period” ended without notable achievements, his rivals’ united attack would be unavoidable!

So he joined forces with the equally ambitious Chaos Demon God, core councilor Momo, to execute this plan.

“Right ahead!”

“Buzz—!”

He flapped his wings, landing slowly on the ground.

“Momo, I brought the bait!”

“Thud—!”

As he spoke, he slammed the demigod mortal’s second body to the earth, pinning it under one limb.

“And that fool seems to be rushing here.”

“He took the bait!”

Momo’s divine form resembled a lizard mixed with a crocodile. His sturdy limbs suggested strong ground crawling capability.

But his head remained the most striking feature.

He had sharp teeth of varying sizes; the largest and sharpest three pairs even protruded from his upper jaw, forming three terrifying fangs!

This structure helped him tear bodies apart!

Clearly, this creature was a fearsome demon god, formidable in both magic and close combat!

Yet despite his strength, his seat seemed relatively low.

“Excellent!”

“If I slay that fool here, I won’t remain the fifty-fourth seat!”

“Hahahahahaha…”

Momo grew proud.

He coveted the vacant Fourteenth Seat left by Ralekin.

Though Ralekin had only recently fallen, Valaharl’s “reversal” meant everyone knew the Fourteenth Seat would soon be empty.

After such a humiliating failure that damaged the entire Chaos World, the scheming elders above couldn’t shield Ralekin anymore.

Thus, ambitious Momo, status-anxious Abraham, and Gimmerly—who sought only to observe and collect “trash” and data—joined forces to hunt the “unknown Outer God.”

They even used Gimmerly’s connections to get Crystal Wall-piercing gear from the sixth seat of the Chaos Council, creator of the World Nails.

So far, everything proceeded smoothly.

Everything followed the plan.

But it felt too smooth—suspiciously so—when Valaharl’s Will of the World actively opened the Crystal Walls for them.

This raised Abraham’s guard.

“Enough, Momo. Stop laughing.”

“Stay cautious.”

“That thing felled Wabla and Ralekin, two core councilors. It’s no pushover.”

“We must—”

Sadly, Momo ignored Abraham’s warning.

“Hahahahahaha…”

Only laughter answered him.

“Momo… why laugh?”

Momo shook his head. “I laugh at your caution! You cling too tightly to your new seat—no boldness for great deeds!”

“Our plan was meticulous! Gimmerly and the Outer Gods from the Void gathered ample intelligence. We witnessed his fight against Ralekin! Success is guaranteed!”

Abraham pondered.

“True… I should’ve uncovered his secrets by now.”

“He appears to be a unique Ether Dragon, yet with traits of Star-Eater Plutonium Dragons. A strange one indeed.”

“And…”

The two chaos deities judged that the special "Ether Dragon" was likely a creature that mainly swam in etheric liquid and particularly enjoyed causing trouble; its magic power wasn’t strong and it might not even have been capable of using magic.

Even if it could use magic, the number of spells it could cast probably didn’t exceed five.

On the other hand, that fellow had incredibly strong magic resistance.

Ralekin’s mental pollution magic had no effect on it at all.

According to Gimmerly’s information, this special Ether Dragon seemed friendly toward mortals and might even consider those who sought refuge with it as "pets."

So they quickly devised their tactics—since that creature excelled in water, they’d lure it onto land!

On land, both the highly mobile and agile Abraham and the powerful Momo with his Divine Body’s melee capability believed they could gain the upper hand using just their divine forms.

If both "upper hands" joined forces…

Wouldn’t that guarantee victory!?

Momo’s only worry was that Gimmerly’s information might be wrong or that the strange Ether Dragon didn’t care about mortals’ lives as much as they thought.

But now it seemed…

"Indeed, we must thank Gimmerly!"

"Who’d have thought that for a cricket of a demigod, that fellow would dare come ashore!"

"That’s why I find it hard to believe."

To these chaos deities… no, to most deities, mortals were just "paper young ladies."

Beings from a "lower dimension" than themselves.

Unworthy of concern.

Mortals’ joys and sorrows were mere spectacles—at best, entertainment tools. Why take them seriously?

Deities who publicly argued over "(paper) mortals" seemed odd to most peers.

Like spotting a chubby boy in a "pain shirt" and glasses, rubbing his acne-covered face against a phone screen while yelling "Aylee is my wife" in public.

Simply strange.

That alone was weird enough—but risking life and fortune for "(paper) mortals"? That marked them as incomprehensible "peculiar beings."

This was Momo’s initial fear.

He worried the "Ether Dragon" wouldn’t take the bait.

Now that it had, Mr. Momo could laugh heartily.

Yet the Ether Dragon’s "unreasonable" bite on the hook made Abraham deeply puzzled—how could such a deity exist in this universe?

How had it survived this long?

"Alright."

Momo walked over to Abraham and gently patted his back.

"Focus and gather your strength."

"We must end this quickly!"

Abraham nodded.

"Fine."

"Overthinking won’t help now."

"That fellow’s strong in water but clumsy on land."

"It’s probably still crawling slowly."

With that, Abraham set his doubts aside and readied himself for battle.

But neither expected…

"Swish…"

Dozens of kilometers away, within a "reverse World Nails cluster," a pair of calcite compound eyes fixed tightly on them.

"Tsk, another troublesome opponent."

Trilobite lowered his stance.

His powerful limbs coiled with energy, awaiting release.