A mage's journey begins with a battle mage.

Chapter 631 Scatzer

A newcomer has arrived in the magnificent Pantheon.

"This is just too magnificent!"

Skaczra looked around at the incredibly luxurious scene and the gods sitting around him, and felt a wave of dizziness.

Meanwhile, as he was sizing up the gods, the gods were also sizing him up.

"Is this the lucky kid?"

"Good luck? I think it's more like bad luck!"

"How can you say he was unlucky to have risen from a mortal to the realm of gods in one fell swoop?"

"Ha, that coward Sufres, he's quick to run. That old bastard, you can't count on Him when something happens, and now he doesn't even want to take any responsibility, he just left. What kind of mess is that?"

"Is such a newcomer trustworthy? Perhaps he can't even use his own divine power properly?"

Although the gods' doubts were not expressed in any concrete way, but were communicated through divine thoughts, they never spoke them directly to Skacella.

But the gods' actions had already explained everything to Scatzer.

That is, the gods do not trust him, they do not trust this scapegoat who was just inexplicably pushed into the position of the god of fate.

He took a deep breath, silently told himself that he was also one of these gods, and then sat down in the front seat that originally belonged to Sulfuras.

"How are you feeling?"

A greeting came from the side.

"To be honest, it's not very good."

Skatsla gave a wry smile, then said.

"I could tell from the way the other people were behaving that they weren't very welcoming to me."

Skatsla continued.

"That's normal, after all, the origin of your divine status is somewhat..."

At this point, Tyr paused for a moment, as if he couldn't find the right words, and after thinking for a while, he continued.

"It came rather easily."

"If you don't perform well, this situation will continue for some time."

Upon hearing this, Skatsla looked at Tyr beside him and then asked.

"So what? You didn't bring me here just to laugh at me, did you?"

It was Tyr who found Skatsla and brought him to the Pantheon. If Tyr were to do nothing now, that would be truly unreasonable.

"Don't worry, as long as you perform well later, all doubts will turn into praise."

Skatsla simply nodded in response, though he was still somewhat unconvinced, he didn't show it.

After all, Tyr is now considered a leader among the gods to some extent. Although Skatsla has some dissatisfaction, it's not worth turning against him over something like this.

Moreover, the Tyrians are actually quite good. After all, they are the gods of justice, and their reputation has never been bad. Even Heim, who was already dead, was resurrected by the Tyrians.

At least Tyr genuinely helps when he needs it, which is much better than those hypocritical guys.

Of course, although Tyr is very benevolent, He is not stupid. He also prioritizes certain things.

For example, containing Jiang Shuzhou has become the top priority right now; everything else has to take a backseat.

Perhaps Jiang Shuzhou has become Tyr's inner demon, the kind of person who feels uneasy if he doesn't talk about him every day.

"That would be best."

Skatsla snorted coldly. Although his face was extremely ugly, he at least retained some dignity and did not do anything else outrageous.

"Gentlemen, let's stop talking about these trivial things. The situation isn't good right now."

Another voice rang out.

Turning his head, Skatsla saw a tall, thin figure with his face buried under a hood.

This person is Cyric, and now, among the gods, he is considered second only to Tyr.

However, unlike Tyr, this guy doesn't have a very good reputation.

"That Jiang Shuzhou, what kind of competition is he organizing? People all over the Star Boundary are eager to participate, and I heard that the reward is a rare artifact of destiny. This makes me want to participate too."

As he spoke, Cyric looked at Skatsla with ill intent.

That look seemed to be saying something.

Look at you, calling yourself the God of Destiny? What, you can't even protect your own destiny artifact? Is that all you're capable of?

Taking a deep breath, Skatsla tried to calm herself down.

He certainly couldn't admit defeat in such a place, or he would be completely finished.

"I'll find a way to get it, of course. But you, Cyric, I heard that you, the god of intrigue, were recently framed? I remember, wasn't that Jiang Shuzhou?"

Upon hearing this, the entire hall fell silent. The entire Pantheon was devoid of even the mental fluctuations of people communicating with each other using their divine senses.

When it comes to hitting someone where it hurts, Skatsla, as the god of fate, could do it all by herself; she could easily spew out a whole bunch of such things.

"What did you say?!"

It was visibly alarmed that Shirek's face turned somewhat red.

Skatsla scoffed at this, seemingly unconcerned.

"What, you won't even let me talk about your petty affairs?"

He paid no attention to Cyric's murderous gaze, merely shrugging his shoulders as if he didn't care at all.

Since Cyric wants to mock others, he shouldn't be surprised if he gets mocked back.

"Okay, you're very good!"

"I said through gritted teeth."

"I will take my revenge and prove myself. And you, the newly born god of destiny, you'd better watch out. Here's a piece of advice: don't be too ostentatious, or you'll die quickly!"

Skatsla smiled slightly at this, and then said.

"Really? Then I'll await your good news. I hope you can redeem yourself and stop being fooled."

These words caused Shirek's face to flush red for a moment, and his whole body turned very red.

Clearly, Jiang Shuzhou had given Xirek a hard time.

"I will."

After uttering those words, Cyric vanished without a trace in an instant, clearly having broken through the defenses and run away.

It's really hard not to say.

Skatsla smiled and felt much better.

I'm no longer nervous, and I've become much more confident.

Clearly, this meeting made Skácsla realize that the so-called true god was nothing special.

They can be confused or angry at times, just like everyone else.

With this in mind, Skatsla's mindset calmed down considerably.

"Alright, alright, let's talk about this competition, and stop bringing up other people's shortcomings."

"That's what the nice guy Tyr said."

Whether He leaves or stays is irrelevant to Him.

But this meeting cannot end so hastily.

If it just disappears without a clear explanation, the cohesion of the Pantheon will decline again, which is not a good thing.

"Since you said so, then naturally I won't say anything more."

Skatsila still had some affection for Tyr.