Chapter 13 (1/2)

Karta exhaled and flopped onto her belly. Her front paws landed by Vremya’s feet. He was sitting on a cushion, observing the snack gods as they went about their business. The dogs were busy bartering, trading all kinds of different seeds and eggs. Most of them were gathered about the mastiff, which Vremya had learned was the god of ice cream—the strongest snack god in existence. According to Karta, every world in the lower dimension knew of ice cream or a variant of it.

“So, what do you think?” Karta asked, nudging Vremya’s knee with her paw.

“I didn’t expect there to be this many gods,” Vremya said and narrowed his eyes. “Back in my time, it was just Kosmos and I carving out a path through the titans. There were others, but they went their own way.”

“And to think, just a few years ago, you had no idea what a titan was,” Karta said.

Vremya snorted. “It’s not my fault the younger generation renamed the creatures of darkness. It was a perfect name. How does titans even make any sense to describe those things?”

Karta shrugged. “How come you’ve never told me more about yourself?” She rolled her eyes to look up at Vremya. “You’re actually like a historical figure, like this really amazing guy. Every snack god wants to get to know you.”

“Really?” Vremya asked, raising an eyebrow. He swept his gaze over the crowd of animals. None of them were approaching him. “It doesn’t seem like it.” However, judging by the way Karta was looking up at him, it really did seem like her impression of him changed after listening to the opinions of her fellow gods. “As for why I haven’t told you more about myself…, you never asked.”

Karta nodded. “If you weren’t such a hateful person at times, I definitely would’ve tried to get along with you better.”

“Hateful?” Vremya blinked. “How am I hateful?”

“What’s your nickname for me?”

“Stinky dog.”

Karta stared at Vremya with a blank expression. “And you don’t understand why you’re hateful?”

Vremya rubbed his chin but didn’t respond. His eyes flickered, and a frown appeared on his face. “Does this meeting include titans?”

“Who the hell would invite a titan to a meeting?” Karta asked.

“Well, someone did,” Vremya said and pointed. A fissure appeared in the air, hovering in the middle of the ballroom, right about the god of ice cream. The chattering in the room stopped, and all the gods turned to stare at the portal. Their hackles raised as waves of cold energy radiated out from the crack in space, and a few gods couldn’t hold back their barks.

Karta’s jaw dropped open. She pulled out her phone and swatted at the screen. “No connection!? How the hell is there no connection!?” Her face paled, and she jumped to her feet before hiding behind Vremya. She cleared her throat. “You said you carved out a path amongst the titans, right?”

“I did,” Vremya said and climbed to his feet. It seemed like the creatures of darkness were invading the snack gods’ meeting. Although Vremya might’ve been a bit behind the times, he could still think of a few reasons as to why they were here. However, he didn’t care. It had been a while since he last flexed his muscles, and the fact that he couldn’t kill Pozhar even after unleashing two ultimate techniques still irked him.

Two black tentacles burst through the portal, and the various snack gods barked and ran about. They headed towards the exit, but it was locked from the outside. The god of ice cream roared and ran at the door, slamming into it with his massive body, but the door remained intact, and the mastiff bounced off with a clinking sound.

Vremya frowned at the gods’ actions. “Why is their first thought to run and not to fight?”