Love Unbreakable

Chapter 1717

What distinguished between how high and low a god was? The brightness of the halo? The differencebetween the position and clothing? No, it was the degree of the 'blessing.'

Unlike demons and monsters who caused abnormal statuses just by facing them, the gods basicallyblessed humans. The problem was that most of the blessings were blocked or immediately recovereddue to the situation. In any case, the gods who came down to the surface after Zeratul belonged to thelatter. Even if they recovered it later, it meant they once blessed the humans. It was an expression oftheir desire to spread their myths and be worshiped.

This holy war was a great opportunity for the subordinate gods who hadn't come to the surface for along time. The same was true for Aldro. The white-haired god had learned martial arts from Zeratul outof simple interest. He had decided to take this journey to the surface not for Zeratul's honor, but for hisown sake.

It was to bestow a huge blessing to humans and make his name widely known. It was so that one dayhe could become a chief god of Asgard and be reborn as an omniscient and omnipotent being.

"Come."

For Aldro, Braham was a very appropriate opponent. The surface had indeed been reborn into a newdivine world. Braham was a sun among inferior lights even in this place filled with great figures. Brahamwas special even in the eyes of the gods. It wasn't because he had unstoppable magic power orbecause he was the flesh and blood of Beriache.

The myth of the hydra—the myth of the great monster that was fatal to the majority of gods was mixedas if it was a part of Braham, or as if Braham was a part of the great monster's myth. His existenceitself was a threat. It was even more so because he was an object of reverence for human beings.

It was a bit frightening, so it was well worth the challenge. The moment he fought Braham and won, hisstatus would rise a few levels. The dimensional characteristics of the Overgeared World should'vesuppressed intruders, but this was offset by Zeratul's power of the 'Martial God.'

An opportunity that might never come twice was right in front of him. He never wanted to miss it.

"I don't want to."

"……?"

Aldro, who had asked Braham to fight in an excited manner, was noticeably embarrassed. He neverthought he would be rejected. Wasn't it a place where everyone was watching? Braham was in aposition where nothing good came of showing weakness in front of people, but he refused to compete?It was even with an arrogant expression. His facial expression and his choice didn't match at all…

"You are frightened, so you are acting recklessly."

"Say whatever you like." Braham snorted and took his gaze away from Aldro. It was because herecalled the blessing that was lavishly given when Aldro first descended.

Abundance. He made milk and honey flow throughout the world. It was certain that many of those whohad been starving all over the world were saved at once. In any case, he wasn't Braham's opponent.

Braham was looking at the third lowest god. It was a god as small as a boy. He had given a blessingthat amplified people's wisdom and magic power, but the extent was weak. Even the paleness of thehalo made him appear to be a low ranking god.

However, Braham saw through this. He wasn't showing himself off, unlike the other gods. This guy wasthe strongest.

"I will fight that guy in the great battle."novelbin

"……"

The people watching the situation with great tension instantly became dumbfounded. The strongestsymbol of the Overgeared Empire along with Piaro—they were disappointed that Braham, whom Gridalso admired, had declared that he would fight one of the lowest gods.

Wasn't the opponent a little boy based on the appearance? It felt like a nasty uncle bullying a child. Hewas too young and handsome to be an uncle, but…

"You… are more talented than I expected." Aldro noticed his gap with Braham and got the chills.

"You are the God of Abundance." Then a man came onto the stage. It was a man wearing a straw hatand carrying farming equipment.

Aldro recognized him instantly. "Piaro, the weakest of the Overgeared God's seven apostles. I heardthat you recently won against the archangels and gained a faint divinity, but… I know it was thanks tothe help of a magician. It is a big problem to go against me,"Aldro responded in an unwilling manner.

On the other hand, Piaro was different. He liked his opponent enough to laugh.

"I won't let you down."

Piaro felt many eyes on him. The eyes of the farmers sending him unshakable trust, the eyes of thepeople filled with fervent desire, the eyes of his wife and daughter, the eyes of Grid… They were theeyes of people who were precious to him.

Failing to meet their earnest expectations? This meant he didn't deserve to be a god in the first place.Piaro needed to win this confrontation. It was all the more so because his opponent was the God ofAbundance. He had to win in order to become the 'God of Farmers.'

"Why is it the God of Farmers?" Grid read Piaro's will from the sky and lamented.

"Let's go back to the temple," Nefelina, who was unable to carry him any longer, urged in a voice filledwith concern. She was restless after the duration of the Transcendent Dragon ended and she returnedto human form. It was because Grid's wounds hadn't fully healed. In the first place, repairing thesevered body parts required time and these were wounds inflicted by Zeratul. The Martial God'sobsession slowed the recovery of the wounds.

Looking back on it, Martial God Zeratul was immensely strong. It might've seemed like he had beenbrutally defeated and retreated due to Grid in less than a minute, but Nefelina had clearly witnessed itfirsthand. The level of the martial arts that Zeratul showed from moment to moment was more difficultthan Baal, who used all the skills of the dead. It was a realm that was completely out of reach forNefelina. Yet Grid won…

Nefelina, who had been watching Grid from the moment she was born, felt so moved. She had knownhe was a great human being when she first saw him, but he actually grew to the point where he coulddestroy the demons of hell and the celestial gods, as well as earn her father's approval…

Nefelina's heart fluttered and she blushed as she recalled the moment when she was allowed to joinwith him. She felt excited about the situation itself.

"No, I have to be here." Grid shook his head. With the helmet covering the blood that still flowed fromhis severed nose, he looked at the ground with his sharp eyes. He watched as Piaro started the fight.

"It is the moment when the people who have been with me are trying to become gods."

It didn't make sense if he didn't watch.

It was just before swinging the hand plow. Grid nodded to Piaro, who was looking this way, andwitnessed a miracle.

The moment that Piaro sowed the seeds, a huge tree stood tall in the center of the stage that hadturned into an agricultural field. The smell of grass permeated Grid's sense of smell, which had beenfilled with blood. It was the aftermath of the sky being covered with leaves from the branches thatstretched out in a dense manner.

"A world tree…?"

Could Piaro handle a god, let alone a god who was so strong?

The people who were watching doubtfully let out sighs.

The tree built by Piaro was large and dense enough to be compared to the world tree known to supportthe sky. Of course, it was infinitely smaller compared to the world tree, but no one would disagree that itwas the second largest tree in the world.

It was thanks to the aspirations of the people. The desire of the famers who gave infinite trust to Piaroand his wife, who was an elf, created a miracle that reproduced the world tree. A reason could be thatsome of the farmers who trusted him consisted of big names such as the Sword Saint, the OvergearedGod Church's Pope, and the Aura Master.

However, Piaro knew that even if they weren't here, Grid alone would've supported him. He wasconvinced that he could perform the miracle of this moment as long as he had Grid.

"I never supported you becoming the God of Farmers…"

A god and apostle—as their communication deepened in real time, Grid read Piaro's mind and tried torefute it, but it was useless. It was because Piaro knew that what Grid wanted for him was the 'God ofAbundance.'

The God of Farmers and the God of Abundance—weren't they both the same? It was proven by Grid'sstatement that the God of Fishing, Lars, was sometimes called the God of Abundance by some people.Therefore, it was fine.

"Um…!" Aldro's eyes grew bigger.

The fist techniques learned from Zeratul—the fist swung with the intention of destroying Piaro's handplow was unexpectedly blocked. The moment the hand plow and the fist collided, the tree swayedheavily.

'Did it absorb the shock?'

Aldro agonized over the use of his power. His power gave life to living things. It was possible topromote growth and it was possible to shorten the lifespan by giving life beyond the limit. It meant hecould quickly make that huge tree wither. However, he didn't do so. It was because the moment heused this power in the holy war, the essence of the holy war would be damaged. Even if he used hispower to win, he would be defeated if he didn't prove Zeratul's martial arts.

'I don't want to be forced to look ugly.'

He knew the original sins of the high ranking gods. It was the truth that Zik and Sariel below the stageproved. Aldro couldn't bear it if he showed his ugliness in front of them and lowered the prestige of thegods…

"I'll admit that you are a worthy opponent."

Aldro took a deep breath and concentrated. He squeezed both fists lightly, spread out his legs, andlowered one shoulder at an angle. He fully implemented the teachings of Zeratul. Just then, the haloabove Aldro's head became brighter than before.

It was a warm glow. It wasn't dazzling even if it was right in front of him. It vaguely resembled Grid'sdivinity and Piaro was able to realize that he was facing a true god.

"I'll take it as an honor."

The huge tree that painted Reinhardt's sky green swayed along with Piaro's movement. Aldro had tofeel the weight of the tree every time he exchanged attacks with Piaro's farming equipment. To beprecise, it was the wishes and beliefs of the people contained in the tree. It was very heavy.

Aldro had to swallow a groan with every weight he endured. He suddenly felt bitter. It was because thehuman being in front of him looked more like a god, not himself.

"…I was wrong in the first place." He, who didn't understand humans, claimed to be a god who neededhuman worship. Aldro smiled bitterly at the sudden thought and his fist struck Piaro's face.

Piaro's hand plow was about to punch a hole in Aldro's forehead. The huge tree exploded. It sacrificeditself in place of Piaro's face, which should've shattered at the punch. The agriculture field had rapidlywithered after hundreds of blows were exchanged.

"I want to learn farming from you someday." Aldro held out his hand, not his fist, to Piaro. "It is to learnhow to win the hearts of humans."

Originally, Aldro was someone who had no hesitation in learning. Therefore, he learned martial artseven though he didn't respect Zeratul. It meant it wasn't strange for him to seek guidance fromsomeone lower than him. Additionally, he was acknowledging Piaro. Unlike Zeratul, who was naturallyworshiped, Piaro had many things to admire.

"……"

In the presence of the silent people, Grid's voice permeated the ears of Piaro, who was hesitatingbecause he couldn't easily hold Aldro's hand. Grid was telling him not to hesitate when making friends.He said he had made friends in hell and Asgard as well.

-…If you are willing.

Piaro smiled and grabbed Aldro's hand.

People's cheers followed. The shouts were as loud as when Grid and Kraugel won.

Piaro might've lost the fight, but he became a person who received a god's recognition and taught agod in front of everyone. It was no wonder that he enjoyed more honor than the winner. Naturally, thisworked for Aldro as well. Aldro felt his divinity becoming stronger in real time.

"It is so easy to be misled…"Aldro saw the humans cheering and waving even to himself and scoldedlike it was pitiful before he started smiling. The emotion he was feeling for the first time since his birthmade him happy.