Chapter 156 (1/2)

As the god of history, Istoriya was capable of reviewing all the scenes that had passed. Usually, this was enough for him to make the right decisions to get what he wanted. If he wanted to rule society, he’d compare and contrast different methods and choices made by civilizations passed. Those who failed to learn from history were doomed to repeat it. As for Istoriya, he could achieve any result he wanted by seeing how they were achieved historically and replicating them. Unfortunately, this power wasn’t very helpful in his current situation. In all of history, Gravitat had been the only god trapped and killed by Vremya. There weren’t any examples of gods escaping from Vremya after being trapped, so Istoriya couldn’t copy their choices to escape. The power he had relied on for all his life was failing him, and his heart was gripped with terror from the realization.

“Vremya, let’s talk this through,” Istoriya said and swallowed. “What exactly are you after? I’m sure we can come to a reasonable conclusion that doesn’t end in my death.”

Vremya snorted. “Did you offer to talk things through before sending Gravitat to imprison me? If I didn’t have my avatar of gravity, you and I both know what the result would’ve been. Your plan to capture Kosmos and steal her divinity would’ve worked, and my death would shortly follow.”

Istoriya’s expression darkened. First of all, the plan to capture Kosmos was only a rough draft at the moment! Second of all, since when did Vremya obtain an avatar of gravity!? Istoriya might’ve been able to see all of history, but gods were capable of shielding some of it from his prying eyes. If he were truly capable of knowing everyone’s dirty little secret, he would’ve been killed by all the gods a long time ago. In fact, the only reason other gods could shield themselves from him was because he voluntarily gave up some of his divinity. He had done it for two reasons: the first one was to decrease the threat he presented to other gods, and the second one was to help establish the laws of the godly society. Multiple gods offered some of their powers to create the covenant, and it was the main reason why gods were incapable of harming one another. Istoriya’s eyes flashed as he gritted his teeth. “You really have no intention of letting me go?”

“That’s right,” Vremya said. He stroked his beard. “Although I’m a patient person, not everyone here will be too pleased about waiting a few hundred million years for you to die. If you give up your divinity, I’ll let you go free. This offer will only last for the next week, which should be enough time for the despair and hopelessness to settle in.”

“I have to try to kill him for a week?” Azalea asked from inside of Pravos. “I suppose that’s a pretty small price to pay to become a god.”

“If he refuses to cooperate, you’ll have to fight him for a much longer period of time,” Grandpa Vremya said. “Don’t worry though. Even if it does take a while, we’ll be here to support you emotionally and mentally.”

Azalea sighed, causing Pravos to shiver. “Please don’t sigh inside of me,” Pravos said. “In fact, please refrain from talking by opening your mouth; you can use your spiritual energy instead, can’t you?”

Istoriya’s eye twitched. Was he really going to die to this joke of a loophole? However, it wasn’t like he was guaranteed to be defeated. Gravitat struggled because there was an avatar of gravity helping Vremya. It was a direct counter to the god of gravity’s ability. Unless Vremya had an avatar of history, Istoriya didn’t think his death was guaranteed. Istoryia took in a deep breath and calmed his nerves. “If you want me to struggle, then I’ll struggle!”

Istoriya waved his hand, and a scene from the past materialized in front of him. Hundreds of thousands of titans squirmed and writhed, reaching their tentacles out towards the Pravos-equipped Azalea. However, before they could get very far, dozens of black holes appeared in their midst, causing them to scream and screech as they were torn apart and compressed.

Grandpa Vremya snorted. “Although you have more tricks up your sleeve than Gravitat, they’re ultimately useless in the end.”

“Is that so?” Istoriya asked. He frowned. Although his previous action was just to probe his enemies, he had hoped it wouldn’t have been completely useless. Gravitat had been the defender of the godly society, his figure a pillar holding everything up. No matter how many titans had attacked, he was capable of fending them all off. Now that Vremya’s avatar had absorbed Gravitat’s divinity, Istoriya would need an attack capable of doing what an uncountable number of titans couldn’t. Once again, Istoriya felt a little helpless when trying to deal with a first moment in history. Gravitat’s defenses had never failed until now, so how was Istoriya supposed to draw upon examples from history to defeat Vremya’s gravity avatar?

“You’re not going to try anything else?” Grandpa Vremya asked. He stroked his beard. “If not, just concede. Don’t you have a few godly avatars? It’s not like you’ll be a complete nobody if you lose your divinity related to history.”

Istoriya grimaced. He did have a few godly avatars, but he couldn’t use them, not when Vremya had frozen time, trapping him in this single instance. He could only rely on himself. There were only a few things left he could try. “I think you’ll recognize this next attack.”