After the “Great Purge” was complete, I recalled the unscrupulous agent mentioning that Cute Little Fanboy could serve as my own agent. Upon reflection, it seemed that Cute Little Fanboy was the person I knew best in this world. Yet, despite our familiarity, I was utterly embarrassed to admit I didn’t even know their gender.
I immediately sent a private message to Cute Little Fanboy.
Big Dream Lord: –Cute Little Fanboy, are you there?–
A short while later.
Cute Little Fanboy: –I’m here, what’s up? Oh, right, don’t forget to stream tonight! The forums have exploded, and your fans are practically tearing me, their forum administrator, to shreds. Plus, that streaming platform got heavily flamed yesterday.–
Big Dream Lord: –What happened? Why are they flaming the streaming platform?–
Cute Little Fanboy: –Obviously, it’s because their servers crashed! Everyone got angry they couldn’t see their Moe God. Tsk tsk, but let’s not dwell on that. What did you need me for?–
Big Dream Lord: –Some things aren’t convenient to discuss online. Could we meet in person?–
Cute Little Fanboy: –Meet? For a **?–
Big Dream Lord: –Get lost. Be serious.–
Cute Little Fanboy: –Hmm… let me check. Hold on a moment.–
I waited for a while, and a few minutes later, a reply came.
Cute Little Fanboy: –How about tomorrow morning?–
Big Dream Lord: –Aren’t you afraid I, this ‘dead pervert’, will devour you?–
I was teasing her, recalling how she used to call me a “dead pervert.”
Cute Little Fanboy: –I think you should be more afraid of *me* devouring *you*, little sister. Let your uncle here show you some affection… hehe.–
I let out a scoffing laugh. The agent had already informed me of her gender and name.
Big Dream Lord: –And what exactly would you use to ‘show me affection’? I’m afraid you lack the necessary ‘tools for the job’.–
Cute Little Fanboy: –How did you know I’m a woman?!–
Surprise. Liu Han was genuinely astonished, unable to fathom how I had discovered her gender.
Big Dream Lord: –I guessed.–
Cute Little Fanboy: –Tomorrow at 10 AM, Central Park. Oh, and remember to disguise your appearance.–
Big Dream Lord: –Why?–
Cute Little Fanboy: –Can’t you be a little more self-aware? Do you even realize your current fame? It’s absolutely no less than a top-tier female celebrity’s! Did you use some kind of demonic spell? Those people are recommending you everywhere like madmen. It’s insane!–
Big Dream Lord: –Not demonic magic, but divine art.–
Cute Little Fanboy: –I can’t bicker with you anymore; I have things to do. See you tomorrow, and remember to stream tonight! I’m sure the platform has already prepared plenty of emergency lines by now.–
Big Dream Lord: –Mhm, got it.–
****
Meanwhile, in the Divine Realm.
Within the Seven Divine Pillars’ meeting hall, a colossal round table, approximately ten meters in diameter, was surrounded by seven chairs of varying shapes and colors, each exuding unparalleled luxury.
Six of these chairs were occupied by six individuals: the Second Divine Lord, Ken Laxting; the Third Divine Lord, Shang; the Fourth Divine Lord, Ke Milaire; the Fifth Divine Lord, Tian Yuehua; the Sixth Divine Lord, Mie; and the Seventh Divine Lord, Aklys.
The Second Divine Lord, Ken, sat upright, his hands resting on the table as he spoke with an undeniable authority. “The issue of the Realm of Disorder must be resolved immediately,” he declared. “If we fail to intervene and allow it to develop unchecked, a day will come when we are utterly powerless to resist.”
The Fifth Divine Lord, Tian Yuehua, scoffed coldly. “What were you doing before? Only now do you perceive the danger?”
“Didn’t you used to insist the Realm of Disorder posed no threat? In the past, I would have certainly supported striking at it, but not now. The cost is too great. I believe reconciliation is the best approach.”
The Third Divine Lord, Shang, remained expressionless. “What if they refuse?”
Tian Yuehua maintained her cold smile. “Refuse? They have repeatedly expressed their desire for reconciliation. It’s simply that you all have been coveting their Realm of Disorder, haven’t you?”
Ken still wore his righteous demeanor. “But what if their reconciliation is merely superficial? For them, reconciliation offers only benefits, no drawbacks. What if they accumulate enough power and then launch a sudden assault on us? Have you even considered that possibility!”
The Seventh Divine Lord, Aklys, drew her gaze away from the murals on the wall. “A sudden assault? Let’s not even mention the suppression our Realm of Order holds over them. And is the Divine King, that venerable old man, a pushover?”
“In my opinion, you’re no different from a mere clown, acting purely for your own selfish desires. There’s no point in further discussion. Let’s just vote; the outcome will be the same regardless. What’s the meaning of holding this meeting?”
“You!” Ken glared furiously at Aklys, as if she had committed some unforgivable transgression.
Nevertheless, the voting results were precisely as Aklys had anticipated.
The hardliners consisted of the Second Divine Lord, Ken; the Third Divine Lord, Shang; and the Fourth Divine Lord, Ke.
The conservatives, conversely, were the Fifth Divine Lord, Tian Yuehua; the Sixth Divine Lord, Mie; and the Seventh Divine Lord, Aklys.
Originally, there were seven Divine Lords among the Seven Divine Pillars. However, seven hundred million years ago, after the Chief Divine Lord, Blood Lotus Tianqi—who belonged to the conservative faction—was executed for treason against the gods, the Divine Pillars’ council fell into an unsettling balance.
On one hand, no agreements were made with the Realm of Disorder, yet on the other, no attacks were launched against it either.
In truth, any clear-sighted individual could discern that there was something amiss with the Chief Divine Lord’s execution.
However, direct evidence was lacking, while the “evidence” of Blood Lotus’s treason was deemed “incontrovertible.”
Furthermore, due to Blood Lotus’s eccentric personality and her disagreements with most high-ranking deities, few opposed her execution.
Having no prior interactions, most did not understand her character. Faced with the supposed evidence and Ken’s righteous image in the eyes of many, they chose to trust the Second Divine Lord rather than the peculiar and enigmatic Chief Divine Lord.
Thus, the current struggle between the two factions revolved around the emergence of the Seventh Divine Lord and their allegiance. Both sides were actively cultivating their own candidates.
There were no written standards or evaluations for the birth of a Divine Lord; it was solely the Divine King’s will.
Each of the Seven Divine Lords possessed the right to nominate a candidate when a position was vacant, yet the ultimate decision rested with the elusive Divine King, whose presence was rarely seen.
Aklys stood at the entrance of the magnificent hall, gazing down at the bustling and prosperous Divine Realm below. ‘Why are these people never content with what they have?’ she murmured to herself. ‘Why must they destroy this beautiful sight for their own selfish desires? It seems I still cannot comprehend this emotion called greed.’
****
Back at Night Dream Cold’s home.
With a weary expression, I shut down the livestream. My heart truly felt exhausted; even an international superstar’s broadcast couldn’t be more draining than this.
Glancing at the time, it was already midnight.
“Time for bed,” I yawned, stretching my limbs. “Tomorrow, I’m meeting Cute Little Fanboy, hah~”
I spoke, stretching and yawning simultaneously.
Yet, I had to admit, this streaming platform was truly dedicated, having activated countless emergency lines.
Lying in bed, I couldn’t help but wonder, ‘What kind of person is Cute Little Fanboy? I’m a little excited; will I even be able to sleep tonight~’
‘If she’s a beauty, should I just… take her? Ugh… wah wah wah wah~ I’m incredibly strong now; pushing a woman over would be effortless, hmph hmph.’
Lying on the bed, I indulged in a bout of wild fantasy.
After all, I’d been single and a virgin for eighteen years. Forget girlfriends, I’d barely even seen many girls. How many eighteen-year-old boys had a romantic history as pristine as mine?
‘Though, that’s probably not something to boast about…’
But then I remembered: ‘I’m a goddess now. Even if I were to ‘take her down,’ what would it matter?’