Chapter 170 (1/2)

Kosmos glared at the barrier surrounding Vremya’s home. It was quite obvious that the old man wasn’t going to let her in, and judging by the responses to her follow-up questions, Kosmos could only come to the conclusion that Vremya was ignoring her because he hadn’t said a word after denying his involvement in Gravitat’s and Istoriya’s disappearances. Kosmos stood outside with her hands on her hips, thinking about her next move. If Vremya was back, then that meant his fast-time world should be operational as well. There were a few herbs she wanted to grow; the god of alchemy had used all of them in his preparations to fend off the titans, so he only had a few seeds remaining, which he had given to Kosmos.

With a wave of her hand, Kosmos split the space beside her, opening a portal. She stepped through and frowned upon seeing what was on the other side. There was another Vremya, but instead of the usual clothes he wore—his birthday suit—he was wearing actual garments. Beside him, there was a lady who was sitting right next to him in an oddly appropriate yet inappropriate manner. Without her even knowing it, her lips had tightened into a frown, causing her cheeks to cramp. Other than Vremya and the lady, there was also Pravos sitting in a corner of the room with her personal computer resting on her knees. Only the god of justice noticed, or acknowledged, Kosmos’ entrance. Pravos nodded, and Kosmos swept her gaze away, focusing on Vremya. She had appeared behind the old man, and his attention was firmly placed on the computer in front of him.

The lady noticed Kosmos first, her eyes widening comically upon seeing the god of space. The lady stared as if in a daze, but a moment later, she tapped Vremya on the shoulder. “Someone’s here for you.”

Grandpa Vremya turned his head and crinkled his forehead once he saw who it was. “Kosmos? What are you doing here?”

Kosmos pointed at Grandpa Vremya. “The aura you’re giving off reminds me of Gravitat,” she said. Her finger pointed at Azalea. “And you have Istoriya’s scent on you.” Her eyes narrowed, and she nodded her head. “So that’s what’s going on. I can’t believe the two of you ditched your positions just to pretend to be Vremya and … his guilty pleasure?” Her head shook as she gestured at Azalea. “I’m not sure what you’re supposed to be, Istoriya.”

Grandpa Vremya exchanged glances with Azalea. The latter raised an eyebrow and tilted her forehead at Kosmos. “So, who’s this?”

“That’s Kosmos,” Grandpa Vremya said. “She’s the god of space, and she’s crazy about me.”

“Oh?” Azalea asked. “This is the first I’m hearing about you being popular with woman.”

Kosmos’ brows furrowed, her expression a bit odd. Perhaps these two weren’t Gravitat and Istoriya after all. There was no way Istoriya would commit to such a tasteless question, not if he didn’t want to feel her wrath. Everyone in the godly society knew she had her eyes on Vremya; she had made it quite clear and even established the temple of time for him. To ask Vremya—even if he was a fake—that kind of question in front of her…. “Are you looking to die?”

“Excuse me?” Azalea asked, standing up. “Who do you think you are? You think Pravos will become just anyone’s armor with the Pravos-armor method of killing gods?”

“Please, stop calling it that.”

No one paid any attention to Pravos. Kosmos switched her gaze onto Grandpa Vremya. “Method of killing gods? So, my intuition was right. Gravitat and Istoriya really did disappear because of you. I never thought you’d be able to kill them though. What exactly do you want? Why’d you consolidate so many primordial domains? Are you plotting something huge? Why haven’t you invited me?”