Chapter 642 Times have changed!

Chapter 642 Times have changed!

No one would have expected the battle among four high-ranking gods to resemble a brawl of street thugs, with each punch landing flesh to flesh.

This is why Forseti watched intently as the gods fought, covered in mud, hoping to learn some divine techniques from these high-ranking gods, as Lord William had suggested.

But how should he learn?

Could it be that all the combat skills and secret techniques he had learned over the years were false?

Could it be that to become the leader of the Ultimate Force Alliance, to become a high-ranking god, he should discard all spells and not use any artifacts, and fight in the most primitive way?

The more Forseti watched, the deeper his frown became.

It's entirely possible!!

Otherwise, why would Lord William want him to learn from the combat of these four high-ranking gods?

While Forseti was absorbed in learning, William picked up another roasted wing and started eating.

It must be said, deserving of being Forseti's wing, the taste was indeed exceptional. Just a simple roasting brought out a chewiness unmatched by ordinary birds.

Given Forseti's young age, essentially just reaching adulthood, the meat was also quite tender.

The wing even had a subtle seafood flavor, naturally delicious, simply too wonderful.

William considered himself a reasonable person; eating Forseti's wing in front of him was something he probably wouldn't do.

So, giving him half a watermelon to let him seriously study the fight between the four high-ranking gods was his approach.

Indeed, young Forseti was utterly fascinated.

This diligent spirit of learning was commendable.

William, gnawing on the wing, nodded in approval as he looked at Forseti.

So, what genius? A genius is just someone who spends the time others use to eat grilled wings on learning.

Clearly, Forseti was that genius.

"How long do you think they'll keep fighting?" William, sitting next to Prometheus, quietly asked.

Prometheus hadn't eaten for who knows how many years, and the roasted wing William had given him was already finished. Hearing William's comment, he didn't respond but gave William a knowing smile and picked up a large spoon from the table to start scooping food from the Celestial Furnace.

William's smile widened at this knowing look, that wise glint in his eyes. He was certain Prometheus had fully regained his memory and his wits were sharp again.

What did it matter to Prometheus how long Odin and the others fought?

Wouldn't they have to come over for a meal after they finished fighting anyway?

During William's absence from Earth, numerous deities from parallel dimensions descended on Earth, and evidently, they ended up disastrously, some even losing their lives.

Just like the group of angels who foolishly attempted to invade Earth, they were nothing but dust before Poseidon.

Now, Earth has many powerful deities. Going from Divine Realm to Earth isn't challenging for the truly powerful beings, unlike before, when crossing dimensions was necessary, and high-

ranking gods and Absolute Deities worried their presence might destabilize Earth.

Times have changed!

William then asked, "Do you want to return to Earth?"

"Earth?" Prometheus looked at William, puzzled.

William smiled and explained, "That's what humans now call their world."

Prometheus's eyes sparkled as he nodded vigorously.

William further inquired, "What do you plan to do once you're there?"

"I'll just watch as an ordinary person," Prometheus said. "Don't worry, I won't compete with them for the power of faith."

William thought for a moment and suggested, "Maybe you could write a novel once you're back?"

"Huh?" Prometheus was bombarded with too many new terms.

William continued with a smile, "A novel is a story. I've even thought of a title for you, 'Prometheus Returns to Live as an Ordinary Person.'"

The modern-style title only added to Prometheus's confusion.

The wisdom-filled eyes of Prometheus were clouded with bewilderment.

By this time, they had almost finished eating the hot pot. William cleaned up the area, packed away the Celestial Furnace, and then called out towards Odin's direction, "Haven't you finished fighting yet? We're leaving now."

At that moment, Poseidon was holding one of Odin's arms between his legs.

Zeus was hesitating whether to resort to the disgraceful tactic of grabbing Odin's "balls."

Hera was pondering what respectful title Odin should use to address Mr. Johnson.

If calling him William directly was inappropriate, what should Odin refer to him as?

Mr. Johnson?

It seemed not humble enough...

When William shouted this, four pairs of eyes turned towards him.

The Celestial Furnace that had been boiling the hot pot, sending delicious aromas into the air, was gone. Even the tables and chairs had been neatly packed away, leaving only the cool breeze blowing through the desolate space...