Chapter 900 900: The Lucky Rabbit

Chapter 900 900: The Lucky Rabbit

"Why does everything have to be so complicated!?"

"You should start to relax, Miss Pepondosovich. It has already been a few days."

"But our torment still continues!"

A few days after gaining another clue to a cosmic piece, Riley and the others were once again traveling the lands of Manirosa — completely finding themselves in a new country where the land was almost a sea of snow; where the snow was coming from, was completely unknown even to Miss Pepondosovich.

Right now, they were just casually walking through the snow; their legs almost hidden. Although none of them were really feeling cold, they still wore thick clothes and jackets to prevent being suspected as gods. Of course, they could just say they were granted a god's boon, but what if it was another nosy god who discovered them?

Miss Pepondosovich had told Esme and Riley that they were actually incredibly lucky that they hadn't encountered one of those nosy gods yet — as there were actually plenty of them roaming around the mortal world.

Gods who are just here specifically to troll other gods and report them when they can. They were mostly gods who had been in the Domain of the Gods for hundreds of thousands of years. After all, entertainment is scarce in the domain.

As a matter of fact, Miss Pepondosovich knows so much about them... because she used to be one of them.

"Us damn it!" Miss Pepondosovich stomped her foot on the ground, and if it was not for Riley stopping the snow from moving, she would have probably cleared the entire terrain, "How am I supposed to be a god of luck, if this is the kind of luck I have!?"

"A god of luck?" Riley tilted his head to the side, "I thought you were a rabbit god, Miss Pepondosovich."

"...What's a rabbit?" Miss Pepondosovich squinted her eyes as she looked at Riley, "No, it doesn't matter. I'm not whatever that god is — I am a god of luck!"

Miss Pepondosovich then placed her hands on her waist as she puffed out her tiny chest, "More specifically, the God of Lucky Feet!"

"You are right to question your authenticity, Miss Pepondosovich," Esme nodded.

"No, no!" Miss Pepondosovich formed her hand into an 'X', "The fact that we are even getting clues means that I am still lucky! My feet, as my title suggests, lead to luck! Even right now, we are probably heading to where the child's brother has died, or at least some clues to it."

"The letter did say he lived in a city in this country before he died, Miss Pepondosovich," Esme nodded.

"I am still not fully acquainted with that concept, Miss Pepondosovich," Riley placed his hand on his chin, "I know I proclaimed myself to be the God of Nothing, but that is all it is — a proclamation."

"You are what you think you are, Riri," Miss Pepondosovich shook her head, "After all, everything that you have been through, has led you to become what you are when you step foot in the Domain of the Gods."

"Hm," Riley squinted his eyes.

"Then it would seem I do not truly belong here, Miss Pepondosovich," Esme let out a long and deep sigh; enough to create a mist from the vapor coming out of her mouth, "I am not even a god."

"The fact that you are still here means that you are," Miss Pepondosovich wagged her finger, "If you weren't, you would have been kicked out as soon as you were resurrected from being an undead."

And before Father Edmund could finish his words, the house—no, the entire city started to quake as something seemed to have landed nearby.

"They're here," Edmund smiled before his face opened up and revealed his gigantic eye, "Do not think you can escape exile, Darkday."

"Well..." Darkday calmly placed the knife he was holding on the counter as he finally glanced at Edmund, "...It's a good thing the animal was large. Now...

...Let's go meet your new neighbors, shall we?"

***

"Ah! Nice stuff. Carrot soup is always the best for cold weather like this."

"The only thing you eat are carrots, Miss Pepondosovich."

"She also eats grass, Miss Esme."

"Grea's Grass is different!"

After walking through the snow for what seemed like an eternity, Riley and the others found themselves inside a cozy tavern filled with people — all of them, either drinking soup or hot liquor.

"May I ask you something about Grea, Miss Pepondosovich?" Riley asked as he took a sip of hot milk, "I know Grea is a god of grass, but she does not seem to utilize it as a part of her abilities."

"Hm," Miss Pepondosovich nodded, "Grea is a Strength-type god. Or more specifically, everything she wants to be strong, becomes strong — her skin, her weapons, her arms... everything. But she puts them all in the grass she creates since it makes her feel comfortable. Her story when she was a mortal was not really a good one."

"What type of god are you then? Besides being lucky, Miss Pepondosovich," Esme also took a sip of warm milk, clearly imitating Riley.

"I suppose I'm also a Strength-type," Miss Pepondosovich shrugged, "My legs are stronger than most gods."

"I suppose I am also a Strength-type, then," Esme nodded, "Maybe that is what I am, a God of Strength?"

"Oh — only one has the right to bear that title..." Miss Pepondosovich squinted at Esme, "...But you might have a shot. Let us go to the City of Warriors after all of this is done."

"Hm."

"But for now," Miss Pepondosovich sighed as she raised the letter and stared at it, "We need to find someone who actually knows where this Clint guy lived, or at least where he died. We should start asking these people soon, maybe they know—"

"That letter... why do you have it?" And before Miss Pepondosovich could finish her words, a woman suddenly approached them; her eyes, slightly trembling as she stared at the letter.

"See?" A small smile slowly started to crawl on Miss Pepondosovich's face,

"Lucky feet."