Chapter 3835: The Winner
Chapter 3835: The Winner
Liz opened her eyes, breaking out of a stupor she hadn’t even realized she had fallen into.
She blinked for a few seconds as the words she had just spoken slowly came back to her. Though, not a single one of them meant anything to her at all.
She looked around, hoping that she had done something good at least. She looked toward Alex first and didn’t see much of an expression on him except rumination. He was just as curious about the words she had spoken as she was.
The other gods were similar, unable to tell what any of what she had said meant.
"Well? Who won?" the Saber God asked as he looked between Liz and Quietspring.
Everyone else waited for someone knowledgeable to begin speaking as well.
Seeing as no one else was going to speak, the Sky God turned toward Quietspring. "What was it that you saw? You said you saw some things, right?"
"I did," she answered. "I saw the War God’s arrival at the palace within the next week. Primarily, I saw that he is to meet him." She pointed at Alex.
"The War God?" Alex blinked for a moment. He remembered the brawny man who had questioned him back during the Alchemy Tournament.
"I was able to see only that. Beyond it, the future became far too vague for me to see anything clearly," Quietspring said before turning toward Liz. "I’m not sure what this junior saw, however."
Liz remained quiet. She hardly knew who the War God was to even know if her Divination had anything to do with him.
"She did see it," the Divination God answered. "She hasn’t trained enough to find the right words for each thing she sees, but she is close nonetheless."
"When did she see anything about the War God?" Bladedance asked with a curious look.
"She saw his name, Hellspawn," the Divination God explained. "Though she didn’t know to form those words in that order and said them how she found fit."
"Born of Hell," Quietspring said with slightly raised brows. "Senior Divination God is correct. This young lady did, in fact, see this."
"What about the rest?" Bladedance asked. "The Divine Battle or whatever. Is he coming here to start a fight or what?"
The Divination God shook his head. "Time will reveal the truth about the rest of the Divination. The only thing that matters is that my disciple saw more than what Quietspring saw. Though, the things she sees are not something she herself understands, nor can she help others understand them. I will let everyone else decide who the victor here is."
The Defense God stroked his bushy mustache. "I will be honest. If I were to have someone see a future of mine, I would rather it be something clear instead of some prophecy that needs to be deciphered. The more I understand what I’m walking into, the easier it will be for me to prepare for it."
"That’s a fine thing to consider, but consider the volume of her prophecies as well," the Saber God said. He turned to the Divination God. "May I assume that everything she has seen is accurate?"
"Yes," the Divination God said with a nod. "Everything she sees is the truth of this world. The only thing she fails at is comprehending that truth properly, especially the further into the future she looks. At that point, most of what she speaks becomes incomprehensible."
"Well, incomprehensible as it may be, I will still be aware of things that are going to happen, won’t I?" the Saber God said. "Given the volume of information I received from this Divination, I would say it outweighs what I received from senior Quietspring’s Divination."
"You need to take into account the fact that this young man is strange. Senior Quietspring failed to Divine him. That does not mean she will lack the same amount of information when Divining others," the Technique God said.
"That is true," the Saber God agreed. "But then, that is a matter entirely separate from this competition. What matters is what she did here."
The Technique God’s eyes narrowed. "In that case... who won?"
No one could come up with a compelling reason to say which of the two had won.
Quietspring turned toward Liz and then toward the Divination God. She tried to read anything from his expression, but failed to do so.
In the end, she took a deep breath and turned toward everyone.
"I lost," Quietspring said.
The group looked surprised.
"Are you sure?"
"I am her senior by many millennia. Both my cultivation base and my experience in Divination dwarf hers by a large margin. And yet, none of you were able to decide who had actually won. That, to me, says that I lost. And I will accept that loss with all the grace I have."
Quietspring then turned toward the Divination God, biting her lip.
"Is this what you wanted to prove, senior? That I, and by extension, the Fatekeepers, are no longer necessary?" she asked. "That a single junior you have taken as a disciple is now more than enough?"
"That is not what I came to prove today," the Divination God said. "The Fatekeepers are in disarray. The fleeing of your greatest member has caused the organization to fall into shambles. You need a strong pillar, a capable leader, to lead you into the future and bring you out of your current rut."
The Divination God gestured toward Liz.
"This wasn’t my attempt at discrediting the Fatekeepers. No. This was my sales pitch and her application to join the Fatekeepers and, with time, become its leader."
Everyone in the room, including Liz, was shocked to hear the Divination God’s words.
Their eyes moved toward Liz as they realized now that she had been brought here not to put down Quietspring, but to prove to everyone that she had what it took.
The Divination God smiled.
"She isn’t fully trained yet. It will take some time before I have taught her everything I can. But once I’ve done that, I will send her to become one of your sisters. There, she will flourish, and so will the rest of you."