Chapter 8: Street Dog
Nameless stood before the gates of the palace.
Beyond those doors was the God of Destruction.
The guards crossed their weapons and blocked his path. Without permission from their king, no one entered. That was their duty.
Nameless looked at them calmly.
"I will give you a hundred times your monthly salary," he said, "if you let me in."
The guards froze.
A hundred times was not generosity. It was a lifetime. An amount that could erase hunger, debt, fear—everything.
Yet the guard did not move.
"I serve my king," he said.
Nameless stared at him for a moment, then smiled faintly.
"Good," he said. "That kind of work ethic is rare."
He stepped back.
"I apologize."
Then he kicked the door.
The gates did not resist him.
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Inside the hall, chaos already existed.
The God of Destruction stood at the center, gripping one of his students by the collar. The accusation was severe—nearly killing the student of the God of Mischief. Nearly provoking a war.
Anger filled the hall.
The God of Destruction raised his hand. The God of Mischief tensed, believing a blow was coming.
It did.
But after striking his student, the God of Destruction pulled him into an embrace.
"I thought you were better than this," he said harshly. "I told you—if you fight an enemy, do not let them live. I told you not to stop halfway."
The hall fell silent.
The God of Mischief's face twisted in rage.
"This fool—" the God of Destruction continued, pointing openly at him.
That was enough.
The God of Mischief stepped forward. "Punish him properly," he said, "or I will kill your student myself."
The God of Destruction laughed.
"Kill him?" he said. "Go on."
He pushed his student forward.
"Achieve," he said coldly, "stand there."
Then, turning back to the God of Mischief, his voice rose with fury.
"You said you would kill him. Do it. Here. In front of me. Are you not a god of your word?"
The hall trembled.
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That was when Nameless laughed.
He laughed openly, uncontrollably.
Everyone turned.
Only then did Nameless notice the other student—the one who was supposedly almost killed. Wrapped head to toe in bandages, one leg raised, one arm stiff, he looked less like a victim of battle and more like a poorly wrapped statue.
The sight was ridiculous.
Nameless laughed harder.
When the God of Destruction and Nameless finally locked eyes, the hall went silent.
In the next moment, Nameless's presence washed over the room.
Not pressure.
Not killing intent.
Recognition.
The God of Destruction felt it instantly.
So did everyone else.
The laughter stopped.
Something far more dangerous had just arrived.
The god of destruction send who let this street dog into my palace
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