Spare Me, Great Lord!

Coral stood still on the mountain. Though motionless, the thunderbolts had no sign of ceasing.

When the thunder-filled tear drop fell to the ground, suddenly, a blinding white flash as bright as the Sun was emitted from the back of her neck, shooting towards the sky.

“Is that…” the leader of the Deities gasped in astonishment.

“That’s Gungnir!” someone shouted.

In the past, Coral’s mark of Gungnir had always been widely discussed. Out of curiosity, those close to her would even ask her to lift her hair for a look at the mark. It felt like how people were interested in Harry Potter’s lightning bolt on his forehead…

Despite the assertion that Coral would inherit Odin’s bloodline at Class B, no one was willing to jump to conclusion in such a significant instance. What if it was merely her birthmark?

At the moment, no one had expected Lu Shu’s death to have such a deep and incredible impact on Coral. It was believed that power awakening must come with intense emotional stimulations.

Thus, her team found it hard to understand how a man she fell in love with at first sight would touch her so greatly. She had skipped Class C altogether!

They thought that the vast distance would eventually wear out Coral’s feelings, no matter how amazing that young man was.

At this instant, Coral extended her arm backwards, thrusting her hand through her silver gold hair as though to grip something behind her neck.

Sounds of thunder exploded incessantly. As if to answer to a call, mountain mists formed a giant vortex over the palace. People inside the palace walked out one after another, and even commoners downhill ceased their activities, attracted to the abnormal movement of the clouds in the sky.

In the next second, under people’s startled stares, Coral pulled out a flash of lightning from the back of her neck. The electrical spear was longer than half an average person’s height, and was held tightly in Coral’s hand, looking indestructible.

“The Gungnir!”

“It is the Gungnir! The Gungnir has finally returned to the world!” the crowd was boiling with excitement. At this very instant, Coral’s bloodline had been confirmed. She was Odin, the ruler of all Gods!

Then, they heard a loud rumble.

Following the sound, they saw white light radiating from inside the two knights’ visors. With clanks of iron armor, the two knights actually knelt down towards Coral on one knee, supporting themselves with their swords!

The knights spoke in a thundering voice, “Grass dries and flowers wilt. But the land lasts for an eternity and so will Gods return.”

Instantly all people of the Deities dropped to their knee in front of Coral. “Gods will return!”

But thunders immediately faded away from Coral. In their worship was only a little girl whose face was wet with tears.

Just when the outside world was focused on the rising tensions between the Heavenly Network and the Collection of Gods, no one noticed the earth shaking news that erupted within the Deities. Suddenly, the group had already forgotten about their past frictions and became unprecedentedly united following Coral’s attainment of Odin’s bloodline. The leaders of the Deities from various countries made the pilgrimage to Mt Holy Asa in succession.

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Meanwhile, Lu Shu’s heart twitched with pain when he just reached home… Not literally, though, but because he suddenly realized that Coral’s promised money would be gone if the news of his death was spread out.

Who would transfer money to a dead man?!

That was a big price to pay! To Lu Shu, he felt like he had spent a few million euros on the deep sea white sand!

Lu Shu was pretty generous when money was not concerned. But once it was converted to hard currencies, Lu Shu found it hard to accept. It was the same as the feeling of ecstasy he felt when he calculated the value equivalent to the amount of broken weapons invested on his divine water.

No way, Lu Shu thought. He had to at least inform Coral.

But upon second thoughts, he did not even have a way to contact Coral! What the heck!

It was all Nie Ting’s fault!

Just when he was calculating his loss, Lu Xiaoyu walked out of her room in her pajamas, rubbing her sleepy eyes. Suddenly, tears welled up her eyes. “What happened to you, Lu Shu?!”

Lu Shu looked at himself. The makeup was too realistic. With a gaping hole in his stomach and an ashen face, he did not look normal at all.

“Don’t cry! It’s just makeup! I had to film something!” Lu Shu grinned.

As opposed to her usual commanding mien, Lu Xiaoyu came closer with a pitiable look on her face. She gave a careful poke to Lu Shu’s wound…

In fact, she could tell from Lu Shu’s unhindered movement that he was safe and sound. If anyone was to be blamed for the misunderstanding, it could only be Zhong Yutang’s makeup artists. Could it be some people in the Heavenly Network had awakened to the cosmetics type… and set up an internal beauty department…

Shocked, Lu Xiaoyu wiped her tears. “It’s really makeup!”

“From Lu Xiaoyu’s distress, +999!”

Lu Xiaoyu studied Lu Shu for a long while as it was her first time to see Lu Shu in such a pathetic state. Just a minute ago, she had planned to on a killing spree if anything had really happened to Lu Shu. But it turned out that she had been fooled. “What role did you play? A corpse?”

“… Are you serious?”

Then, he gave a full explanation of the entire story…

At this moment, they heard a flurry of footsteps outside their house. Lu Shu was alerted. Who were they?

Immediately he drew the curtains close and peeped out through a narrow line. Then, he whispered to Lu Xiaoyu, “Don’t make any sound. Now, I’m a dead person to the outside. I don’t know why so many people are here but we must not spill the beans.”

Suddenly he froze. He saw Liu Li, and a large group of Daoyuan Class students behind. There were more than one hundred people and even that icy Cao Qingci was in the crowd!

Red-eyed, Liu Li arrived at their doorstep. He placed a bunch of white chrysanthemum quietly and left at once.

A girl lit a pile of red candles in front of his door. Flames danced softly in the wind…

Lu Shu was dumbstruck. What was going on? Were they here to pay tribute?!

Many girls were crying their eyes out, even though Lu Shu had not even talked to them before…

In the end, the crowd had finally dispersed after a long time, leaving Cao Qingci standing alone in front of his door. A girl who had always been stingy with her words, she suddenly spoke, “I will avenge you. Rest in peace.”

Lu Shu, “???”

Did Liu Li start all that?!

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