Chapter 31 – Awkward
The realization hit him hard.
And now—
Nameless couldn't look at anyone.
Not the immortals preparing for their first real battle.
Not the gods sharpening their weapons.
Not even the warriors he himself had guided.
There was guilt.
Not fully.
Not completely.
Eighty percent of him didn't care.
Eighty percent of him still treated everything like a game.
But that remaining twenty percent…
That tiny fraction—
Forced him to look away.
"…This is awkward," he muttered.
He scratched his cheek and turned his face toward the sky, avoiding everyone below.
He wanted to tell someone.
Just one person.
But that was impossible.
If he told even a single "friend"—
The entire world would know within minutes.
And the worst part?
Astrael and Varunesh…
Would become the biggest joke in existence.
Two Celestial Gods.
Manipulated.
Dragged into a divine war.
All for a goal—
That Nameless didn't even need anymore.
"…Yeah, no. I'm taking this to the grave."
Nameless sighed.
Then, as usual—
He started talking to himself.
"You know… I've conquered a lot in life."
He crossed his arms, nodding seriously.
"Lands. Power. Enemies. Fear…"
He paused.
"…Actually, that's not special. Anyone can do that."
He frowned.
"That explanation is trash."
He thought for a few seconds.
Then suddenly snapped his fingers.
"Ah! Got it."
He pointed at nothing.
"I conquered fear. Everyone does that eventually, but still—it counts."
He started pacing like a philosopher.
"I conquered greed… mostly."
He stopped.
"…Liking money is not greed, okay?"
He looked around defensively.
No one asked.
No one cared.
But he still defended himself.
A few nearby gods stared at him like he had lost his mind.
Nameless continued.
"I conquered pride… anger… all those seven sins stuff…"
Then he paused dramatically.
"…Except one."
He looked up at the sky.
"Lust."
Silence.
Nameless nodded seriously.
"Not my fault."
"I never had a girlfriend."
He spread his hands as if presenting undeniable logic.
"How can I conquer something I never experienced?"
A god nearby almost choked.
Nameless continued, completely serious.
"I'm not disrespecting women, okay? Relationships are important. Love, family, children… all that stuff…"
He waved his hand casually.
"…but you can also just cultivate and rank up instead. Same result."
He nodded to himself.
"Efficiency."
Then he paused again.
"…Also, I'm bad at talking to women."
He admitted it.
Openly.
Without shame.
"I can fight gods, break dimensions, manipulate wars…"
He sighed.
"But talking to a girl?"
He shook his head.
"Impossible."
He quickly defended himself again.
"Hey! Some gods don't even know how to talk to women!"
He pointed at random directions.
"Compared to them, I'm normal."
No one confirmed that.
Nameless kept going.
Like always.
Talking to himself.
Arguing with himself.
Comforting himself.
Hours could pass like this.
And he wouldn't even notice.
Because this—
This habit—
He loved it.
He chose it.
Because acting like a fool…
Was his greatest weapon.
The more people underestimated him—
The more freedom he had.
To manipulate.
To control.
To play.
Finally, he stopped.
"…Alright. Enough."
He stretched.
"I'll just go with the flow."
He thought for a moment.
"If the war finishes before my soul fully reconnects—good."
"If not…"
He shrugged.
"I'll just stop the tournament midway."
Simple.
Easy.
Then he smiled mischievously.
"And if anyone questions me…"
A brilliant—yet completely stupid—idea formed.
"I'll just blame the True God."
He nodded proudly.
"Say he gave me permission."
"Problem solved."
He folded his arms.
"Being a devotee is amazing."
"You can just throw your problems at God and walk away."
Far away—
Somewhere beyond worlds—
A presence paused.
"…Hmm?"
A faint voice echoed.
"Which follower of mine is dumping problems on me now?"
It was Shiva.
But he had countless followers.
Too many.
After a second, he simply shrugged.
"…Whatever."
And went back to his work.
Meanwhile—
Nameless stood on the battlefield.
Looking like an idiot.
Thinking like a genius.
And hiding a truth—
That could shake the entire war.