God of What? 8 (Patreon)

God of What?

Chapter 8

-VB-

“So what did you find out?” Loki asked her boy.

Bete grunted. “He can drink me under the table,” he grumbled.

“Really~?” she hummed. “You think I can challenge him for his title?” Then she paused and snorted. “What am I talking about? Of course, I can!” she laughed. “He will have no choice but to bow his head to me and crown me the queen of the bar!”

Bete leveled her an unimpressed deadpan.

She dropped the playful look in favor of giving him her attention.

“Alright. What did you notice?”

If there was one thing Bete learned once he was inducted into the Loki Familia, then it was the fact that his goddess, Loki, was a god of trickery. Trickery was a very broad term, and if he didn’t watch out, then he can be expected to have a caterpillar shoved up his asshole. It happened, just not to him.

In Loki Familia, everyone had to be on their toes lest they get sexually molested, pie thrown in their face, or a dozen other “harmless” pranks perpetrated by Loki. Or that were attributed to her.

Notice versus find. Find was a definite thing. Notice was just an observation.

“The guy drank at least two barrels worth of beer, not malt beer.

She raised an eyebrow. “Sounds normal enough for a god.”

“Loki, you drink half a barrel and you’re out.”

“No, I just need to -”

“He didn’t.”

“Hmm?”

“He didn’t take a piss. Not once.”

“... Ho~.”

“Cheating?”

“No more than Soma cheats when he makes his wine,” Loki hummed as she paced around with an interested grin.

Bete leaned back into the couch. “So why are you interested in this guy again?” he asked as he picked at his ear.

“Because four of your siblings saw his child murder a few other adventurers down in the dungeons.”

Bete froze.

“Are you saying he’s that kind of guy?” he asked her with a sneer.

She shrugged. “Who knows? He always comes out bloody, but the number of adventurers coming and going is mostly the same as far as the Guild is concerned.”

He lost a bit of his sneer. “Doesn’t that mean he’s not the one going around killing adventurers?” Not that he heard anything of the sort

“Yup!” Loki grinned. “But you know that Level 1’s don’t go around stealing from other people, not if they can help it. They’re too weak. Soma’s kids have this thing where they have a Level 2 who leads a band of Level 1’s,” Loki grinned. “So how does a Level 1 under a new god defeat at least one adventurer who is a level above him?”

“Maybe he had help.”

“That’s what I thought, too!” Loki exclaimed while pointing at him. “But none of his friends have children. And his child certainly doesn’t have friends.”

“So what?”

“It’s so interesting! So you know what you’re going to do next, right?”

“Go and tell him to tell you what’s happening because I don’t got time for this shit?”

“No! Keep drinking! I will be the unseen hand that will raise you up as the king of the pub!”

“I thought you were gonna be that.”

“Shut up. Go with it.”

-VB-

Despite having been isekai’ed to a ecchi/harem setting, I found myself without a single girl, woman, or even a grandma by my side.

Yeah, grandmas are not good for sex, but they’re great for making me food!

Hestia technically counted. I wasn’t quite yet ready to “move” on her, especially because I knew that Hephaestus had to be keeping a close eye on her friend.

At the same time, I wasn’t going to go to the Entertainment District. Aside from the fact that STDs were a thing, starting off my career as a god who frequented the redlight district would put a hamper to my standing.

And standing was how I grew my power and influence.

So what could I do?

… I could always seduce a woman. Sure, I was a bit plain looking compared to all of these chads and chadettes that walked about like that was normal (being beautiful and handsome), but my skills had to be worth something.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

I looked at my own branch and blinked. “Why not?” I asked as I stepped over a root that had grown in my new familia home. I had taken the money I made, not the money made by Yor, and used it to buy a small plot in eastern Orario (mostly undeveloped areas of the city). It was cheap in part because most amenities - including water - was far away.

But then when I’m a “god” capable of creating trees and vines that could literally pull water out of the air, I didn’t need a well.

“Because you don’t stand out at all.”

“So?”

“You know what everyone looks like.”

“Unless they are stuck in one level and festering in their own juices, handsome and beautiful?”

“Yes, that. I personally think that falna has an impact on appearance. The better adventurer you are, the better you look. And you, even if you are a god, look way too plain.”

“... You know, you’re me.”

“Yes.”

“How do you think so differently from how I do?”

Yor shrugged.

I dismissed his words and went out to try. After all, seduction wasn’t just about appearance. It was about a connection. I wasn’t going to go out onto the street and ask every beautiful women to join me in bed.

Nah nah nah.

What you do in seduction, to start it off, was make a connection.

I opened the front door of my little tree-manor and -.

“Marris! Marris!”

Found Hestia standing there with a … white haired … girl?

“I found my first child!”

Huh.