The Absolute Godspeed of Infinite Worlds

"In short, it's a meeting held every three months where the gods exchange information. Of course, for us ordinary adventurers, the most important part is—the gods will decide the titles for those who level up."

Ais explained to Eiji.

Her face showed little expression as she spoke, giving off a very aloof vibe similar to Ais, yet her explanation was extremely detailed.

The so-called God's Banquet, as the name suggests, is a consultative body only gods can attend, primarily for exchanging information.

It's said this was originally proposed by some god on a whim, met with widespread approval, and later became a regular activity among the deities.

After all, the current surface world is built around the gods, who descended to the mortal realm seeking sufficient entertainment and stimulation. Most of their actions are rather arbitrary.

Thus, the God's Banquet is essentially a showcase of how casually the gods operate, with unserious and joking content making up the vast majority of proceedings.

That said, it's still an officially recognized consultative body by the Guild, so overt disrespect is unacceptable.

Moreover, it includes matters like "Naming Ceremonies" that concern adventurers' reputations, which cannot be taken lightly.

"Titles? That doesn't really matter, does it?"

Eiji recalled the titles of Ais and others, dismissing it casually.

Finn the Braver, Riveria the Nine Hells, Gareth the Elgram, Ais the Sword Princess, Tiona the Crusher, Bete the Vanargand... These epithets all sounded quite imposing.

Take Ais, for example—her unparalleled healing magic earned her the majestic title of War Princess.

So it's unlikely he'd end up with something as painful as "Fallen Angel."

"That's a misconception. You need to wake up."

Seeing his nonchalant attitude, Ais's expression grew slightly more serious.

"Actually, titles like ours are the exception. Most epithets are extremely bizarre—whether due to the gods' peculiar tastes or just plain mischief..."

For instance, Dawn's Holy Dragon Knight.

"Ouch!"

Or Absolute Divine Wind Apocalypse.

"Ugh!"

And there's more.

"Alright, alright! No need to continue!"

Eiji clutched his chest, interrupting Ais's examples with a tone of someone mortally wounded.

Good grief, these are even more abstract than the nicknames students at Hagun come up with! At least "Fallen Angel" had some relevance. The gods seem determined to maximize the cringe!

Is this your idea of fun?!

"I think if it's you, Eiji, you'd probably end up with something absurd like 'Husband of the Gods.'"

Ais said with complete sincerity.

"Gah!"

Eiji sucked in a sharp breath.

"Hey, isn't that the Husband of the Gods?"

"Such incredible strength—as expected of the Husband of the Gods!"

His mind involuntarily conjured future scenes of onlookers gasping in awe during his dramatic moments.

A chill shot up from his soles to the crown of his head, goosebumps erupting across his entire body.

No way!

If he actually got stuck with a title like that, he might drop his sword mid-battle out of sheer embarrassment if an enemy complimented him!

"Loki! Is Loki here?!"

Eiji rushed back to the familia in a flurry, shouting loudly as he charged straight toward Loki's room.

These gods, they really are something else!

...

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

That morning, Eiji finished equipping himself and left his room.

"Eiji, let's go together!"

Tiona was waving energetically at the familia's main gate.

Beside her stood Ais, Tione, Lefiya, and others.

"Hey, with this outfit, you look even more handsome!"

Tione crossed her arms, accentuating her ample curves—a stark contrast to her sister—as she gave Eiji a once-over.

"I'm just wearing regular light armor?"

Eiji glanced down at himself.

"That just proves you usually don't pay attention to your outfits."

Tione shrugged.

"Isn't it better if fewer people set their sights on Eiji?"

Tiona, on the other hand, was delighted, clinging to him like a koala.

"Let's go. The captain is already waiting for us."

Ais's gaze lingered on Eiji for several seconds before she urged the group forward.

Only Lefiya kept her eyes fixed straight ahead, as if something fascinating lay in the distance.

"Right."

Eiji draped a black cloak over his shoulders and set off with the group of beauties.

Early in the morning, countless adventurers streamed from the eight main avenues toward the vast central plaza of the city. Young men, women, and towering warriors, accompanied by supporters, prepared to challenge the Dungeon.

The Loki Familia, assembled at the main block of North Street, marched toward the central square under their captain's command. Large wagons carrying equipment and supplies waited at a distance near the Tower of Babel's entrance.

The jester's banner fluttered in the wind.

Every member of the city's largest faction radiated vigor, their spirited presence and overwhelming aura drawing the attention of countless onlookers.

"The Sword Princess has gotten even more beautiful!"

"Those are the Amazon sisters—rumor has it their arrival in Orario caused just as much of a stir as that newcomer!"

"Is that guy in the black cloak…?"

"Even through the clothes, he's eye-catching—it's definitely him! They say he's already reached Level 5. It's hard to believe the gap between people can be this huge."

"Is he really not a descendant of the gods?"

Whispers surrounded them.

Some even worshipped Eiji as a divine descendant, their eyes filled with pure admiration.

"Oh, Eiji, is one of your parents a god or something?"

Tiona suddenly had an epiphany, looking as if she'd uncovered a profound truth.

Ais and the others also turned curious glances his way.

The possibility had never crossed their minds.

If he were a divine descendant—or even a demigod—his extraordinary talent surpassing all earthly races would make sense.

"No way. I'm a pure-blooded human… right?"

Eiji's tone was firm at first.

But midway, he recalled his master, the God of War's words, and his confidence wavered.

He had been delivered from the sky in a golden light during a snowstorm, landing right in front of the God of War, who then adopted him.

Truthfully, Eiji had no idea who his parents were in this life.

He didn't even know what kind of blood flowed in his veins.

There were also the continuously awakening abilities, the Bling Blade whose true name remained unknown—his origins seemed increasingly bizarre, not at all like a simple case of transmigration.

"I get it now, this must be the truth!"

Tiona was overjoyed.

Who would have thought she'd found a demigod for a husband? How wonderful!

"What the hell are you so excited about..."

Eiji clearly had many secrets, but these matters shouldn't be pondered during an expedition. The group steadied their minds, and soon arrived before the Tower of Babel.

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