Chapter 875 875: The Age

Chapter 875 875: The Age

"That's it! Everyone is there already, we won't have any seats!"

Riley's mistake was thinking Grea's class would be inside a building, it was not. It was being held outside in a large amphitheater—no. Perhaps large was an understatement, as the amphitheater was at least a couple of football stadiums large; one could not even see the people who were lucky enough to get the front seats.

And once again, Riley found this incredibly weird. After all, the number of gods did not warrant this kind of venue. The seats were far and few in between; seemingly separated into groups and there were probably not even a thousand of them there.

Perhaps... do the gods just treasure their personal space that much? Why is everything in the Domain of Gods so far from each other?

"Riri! What are you doing!?"

Riley was not even able to take 3 steps forward before he was pulled back by Miss Peponvondosovich.

"I am going to the front, Miss Peponvondosovich," Riley blinked a couple of times as he looked at Miss Peponvondosovich's hand.

"What? No. Why would you—Ah, I forgot that you are only a little babe, a fledgling," Miss Peponvondosovich's started wagging her finger and clicking her tongue, "How long have you been here for you to not know Territories?"

"Less than 24 hours, Miss Peponvondosovich."

"Wow," Miss Peponvondosovich let out a small gasp as she looked at Riley from head to toe, "We weren't informed that we would have a newborn god among us. Huh... anyway, let me explain to you what a Territory is. It's—"

[What is up, people of the universe!?]

"Gah! It's Grea!" And before Riley could hear Miss Peponvondosovich's explanation, she just suddenly sat on the marbled ground and locked her eyes onto the stage that was probably at least a kilometer away.

"Hm..." Riley did not really mind this, however, as he just also focused on the stage. And there, he saw the silhouette of a four-armed muscular woman; the same as the statue he saw back in the plaza.

[I have heard all of you are excited to hear what I have to say!?] Grea flexed two of her arms, before contracting her muscles and causing a ripple to wave across the entire amphitheater, [But I really have only one thing to say...

...Destroy yourself, and then rebuild yourself with what is left!]

And with those words, Grea left the stage.

"Such..." Miss Peponvondosovich quickly got up from the marbled ground; her thick legs trembling as tears fell from her eyes, "...Such magnificence. I could feel the power of her words flowing through me."

"I also have not seen any of you before, Great," Riley blinked before looking at Grea from head to toe, impressed with how uncanny and realistic the statue of her from earlier actually was... because her skin itself seemed to be made of stone that Riley would have also mistaken her as a statue if she wasn't moving — even her hair seemed to be made of stone.

"So, it is you..." Grea crossed her four arms as she also looked at Riley from head to toe, "...The Book Keeper informed me just earlier that there was a newborn god who just left him without even hearing a word."

"Yes, that was a mistake on my part," Riley sighed, "I am used to being forcefully put in a different universe or domain, that I did not really think I would get answers here, Grea."

"So, you're a little brigand, are you?" A small grin crawled on Grea's face as her eyes turned to look at the grass hovering above Riley's palm, "It has been a while since someone was able to pull out the roots I have planted. How old are you before you transcended here, Newborn?"

"I have not really counted since I have been quite busy. And after being trapped in eternity it has become quite hard to—"

"No, it is fine," Grea raised a palm, "It is common for us to have already forgotten our age, it has become useless to count how long we have existed after the first few thousand. You are very lucky, Newborn — you get to hear me speak personally. Most of the people here have not even heard me address them even after a million years."

"Hm..." Riley watched as the crowd very slowly gathered around them; most of them, however, seemed hesitant to even approach and were just happy to hear Grea speak more.

"Do you know why I am even speaking to you, Newborn?"

"Because of this?" Riley let the grass fall onto his palm, "You are not going to get it back from me, Grea. I believe I plucked this from a public property even if it has your name on it."

"You are weird. But yes, it is because of the grass — more specifically, the fact that you were able to pluck and even cut it with ease," Grea then turned around and gestured to Riley to follow her, "The gods who are able to do that could be counted in one hand, as you can see why Miss Peponvondosovich's here seems to be quite shocked with what you have done."

"You... you know my name!?" Miss Peponvondosovich's eyes turned white as foam started escaping her mouth, and soon, she just fell to the ground and started convulsing.

"She will be fine," Grea only sighed as she picked up Miss Peponvondosovich with one hand and started carrying her, "Follow me, we need to see how old you are before you transcended."

"Okay," Riley nodded and just followed Grea even though he had no idea why it mattered how old he was.

"You are not aware, of course," Grea let out a confident chuckle as she noticed Riley's confused look, "But you will be."

"Hm..." Riley squinted his eyes as he continued to follow Grea. And soon, he was led to another plaza. This time, however, there were a lot of people there; all of them, circling a large transparent orb which was emitting all sorts of texts and numbers.

"Beings like us, who have transcended, become stronger the older we are — and it already starts before we are even sent to this place. That is why the people here revere me so much, Newborn..." A path was quickly made by the other gods for Grea as she just casually walked toward the large orb and placed her palm on it — and there, Riley saw the entire orb get overwritten by a long line of digits,

"...because I am the oldest in this city."