Chapter 11 — Oh, I Have No Idea, Master
Nameless looked at the God of Destruction with the innocent expression of a child who had stolen chocolate and was pretending he didn't know why everyone was angry.
"Why?" Nameless asked softly, tilting his head. "Why are you so harsh, hmm? I just asked you for a favor. And honestly, it benefits you more than me. Your territory expands, your influence grows. So why are you angry?"
The God of Destruction stared at him for a long moment, as if deciding whether to laugh or crush him.
"Nameless," he finally said, his voice heavy, "you really don't understand anything."
He stood up from his throne, each step echoing through the hall.
"You want to become a god. Even the weakest, lowest god possesses an artifact called Kingdom Enshrinement. With it, you can seal your entire kingdom into a pocket space and walk straight into the God of Trials without worries."
He pointed at Nameless.
"And you—imbecile—you're telling me to babysit your kingdom instead?"
Nameless blinked.
"And the worst part," the God of Destruction continued, voice sharpening, "your kingdom isn't even fully within the gods' territories. Nearly eighty percent of it lies in the Immortal World. I cannot interfere there. But you can compress it into the artifact and bring it here."
He shook his head in disbelief.
"The irony is disgusting. You're not a god, yet you walk freely through divine realms. And yet you don't even possess a basic god-bound artifact."
Nameless froze.
"…Wait."
He leaned forward.
"There's an artifact that can carry an entire kingdom?"
The God of Destruction narrowed his eyes.
"Don't tell me," he said slowly, "that you don't have it."
Silence.
Then Nameless scratched the back of his head and laughed awkwardly.
"Yeah… I don't."
The God of Destruction closed his eyes.
"So that's why," he muttered. "All this drama. All these stupid plans."
Nameless shrugged.
"Then why didn't you say that earlier? Just throw the artifact at me and this would've been a three-second conversation. I just wanted to have some fun."
"Fuck your fun, Nameless."
"Okay, okay, fine," Nameless waved his hands. "But I still don't want to seal my entire kingdom into my pocket and roam around clearing trials. It's annoying. So please—please—please—please—take care of my kingdom."
He clasped his hands together exaggeratedly.
"Ask another god," the God of Destruction said flatly. "And get lost."
Nameless sighed, realizing that angle wouldn't work.
"…Then at least send some of your friends," he said. "Just until I finish the God of Trials."
The God of Destruction laughed—cold and sharp.
"When I went through the Trials, I finished in under a year. And I was weaker than you are now. Even if I attacked your kingdom myself, your students and generals could hold it for that long."
He looked straight at Nameless.
"With your talent? Six months. At most. And once you become a god, you won't be a normal one. You'll be stronger than most Legendary Gods—borderline Mythic, maybe even touching the Celestial level."
He paused.
"So stop overthinking. Go to the Trials without fear."
Nameless fell silent.
Then, without warning, space twisted.
In an instant, both of them vanished from the palace and appeared in another world—Nameless's personal dimension. A sky of endless darkness. A ground made of flowing light. A place untouched by time.
Nameless's expression changed.
The playful madness vanished.
"Master," he said quietly, "then listen to this."
He spoke of his dreams. Of repeating visions. Of futures that ended in silence. Of kingdoms burning without fire. Of faces he had never met, yet mourned every time he woke up.
The God of Destruction listened without interrupting.
When Nameless finished, the world felt heavier.
The God of Destruction finally spoke—slowly, carefully—revealing truths that should never have been spoken aloud.
And as those words entered Nameless's ears, his eyes widened.
For the first time in a very long time…
Nameless was truly shocked..
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