There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 538, The Weary Gods and the Eternal Leader Plan

After doing all this messy stuff.

Xiao Yang began to think about a very important question.

"What do I want to do?"

He lay in the administrator's office in the City of Hope like a dead fish.

This is Lena's office.

But now, Xiao Yang has taken over the office.

He slumped in Lena's office chair like a dead fish.

During this time, all sorts of chaotic forces within his body began to work together to wear away the dense, numerous divine scars.

The recovery period has begun.

But progress is slow.

If the power of the unimaginable could be invoked, this process should be much faster.

But it's a pity.

Xiao Yang's title reflects his own ideas.

Unless Xiao Yang is actually about to be beaten to death, no matter how much you shout, you'll always be in a lazy state.

Nothing can be done.

He slumped into the chair.

What makes life even more meaningless is...

A bright light bulb was slumped on the chair next to him.

"God of Radiance".

He is now the guardian of the City of Hope.

This guy was unexpectedly boring, showing no interest whatsoever in the church his followers had built in the City of Hope. Instead, he found Xiao Yang, who was lying dead with serious injuries.

He found an empty chair next to Xiao Yang and sat down, lost in thought.

Xiao Yang was bored, so he looked out the window at the street in front of him.

I sat there blankly for half a day.

The God of Radiance was even more bored than Xiao Yang, simply staring blankly at the ceiling.

Lena came into the room once during the middle of the session.

She brought Xiao Yang a dessert.

At the same time, there was that subtle gaze.

Xiao Yang avoided eye contact, but did not stand up or move.

There are still some things left to do.

"Upgrades in the real world and new real dungeons."

But Xiao Yang really didn't have any strength left.

It can only be postponed.

Thinking back to the battle not long ago, two subordinate gods suddenly appeared under the command of the God of War.

These guys almost had their hands broken by Xiao Yang.

Fortunately, Xiao Yang reacted quickly enough, but his hand was still broken in the end.

My left hand is currently in a situation where it can move but I can't exert much force with it.

"Perhaps I should also train a few from among the gods."

Once that thought appeared, I couldn't stop it.

It's far too early for someone of his current rank to talk about godhood.

Even becoming a demigod was too early for him.

Even for most gods, this matter is somewhat too distant.

Being able to recruit subordinate gods to your cause signifies that you have the potential to become a supreme god and the lord of a pantheon.

The most basic condition.

It possesses complete superior authority.

Right now, Xiao Yang isn't even a demigod yet.

However, this is not absolute.

Strictly speaking, Xiao Yang now has a god-like status.

"Yuges".

"Erhei".

But what Xiao Yang wants now is not a combat ally like Yugos.

Rather than saying he really wanted a god.

Rather than saying that he wanted to elevate Lena to the status of a deity, he would rather make her suffer a bit more.

If Lena knew about this thought, Xiao Yang would probably be subjected to a long, resentful gaze.

Unfortunately, such a gaze could not stop Xiao Yang's actions.

He plans to start this plan once his condition improves.

What is the name of the plan?
"Eternal Leader!"

"Lena's Ascension Ritual!" "The Chosen Working Class: Enhanced Power Version!"

However, this matter that moved Xiao Yang deeply also had a premise.

"Get well soon."

Nothing can escape this premise.

As time goes by.

The sky grew increasingly dark.

Suddenly, the office door was pushed open again.
The figure that appeared at the door was none other than a battered and bruised dragon-blooded being, looking like a skinned lizard.

They are descendants of ancient dragons.

His application for rotation was rejected, and so he returned to the City of Hope in misery once again.

I saw this poor brother.

The God of Radiance shifted his position, making room for him.

Another figure appeared in the office, leaning back in a chair, motionless.

It was completely dark.

The eerie blue glow of the magic lamps illuminated the streets.

Xiao Yang struggled to his feet and turned on a light.

I wanted to sit back down and just sit there in a daze, but what I didn't expect was...

The office door opened once again.

This time, it was the elven god of hunting who entered the room.

Open the door.

The thin, young man was surprised by the number of people gathered in the room.

However, everyone remained calm about His arrival.

Or.

These are powerful gods, people who can stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods, and the dragon descendants who inherit the glory of ancient times.

They all appeared very calm.

With a certain...

"An indescribable weariness."

The god of the hunt said nothing, but brought in a stool from outside and sat down properly.

His waist was straight.

Completely different from the three half-dead old fogies in the room, he displayed a more lively and energetic state.

The last visitor has arrived.

But it was the round egg of the god of the spring.

He has no special status.

Apart from the God of Hunting showing surprise at their arrival and exchanging some polite formalities, the seasoned veterans remained quite indifferent.

At last.

The god of the spring paused in the fish tank in this office.

With this, all the resident gods of the City of Hope have arrived.

They were all huddled together in this small room, not looking like gods at all, and it was unclear what they were doing.

"Dazed, daydreaming, lost in thought, lying down, lying down, sitting upright, sitting upright, and one is blowing bubbles."

Such a scene could probably only be seen in the City of Hope among all the otherworldly realms.

The powerful individuals do not pay attention to their opponents, do not improve their own strength, and are not even particularly concerned about themselves.

They gathered in this small room.

Here, I'm wasting my long, yet not cheap, time without a reason.

If a famous master painter were to witness such a scene at this moment, he might be able to create a great work of art.

【The weary gods】

If such a painting were to circulate, it would likely become a coveted treasure among the Sloth faction of the Seven Deadly Sins, and would also ignite the same curiosity in everyone who witnessed its contents.

What are these guys doing?

Lena pushed open the door and came in.

She had anticipated the arrival of these extra guys in her office.

Without a single flaw, she gracefully served the black tea and pastries to each of the gods in the room.

This sluggishness continued for some time afterward.

Until Xiao Yang suddenly stood up from his chair.

His face bore a unique kind of sorrow.

Among the gods of radiance, ancient dragonborn, the god of the hunt, and the god of springs.

This was declared under their watchful eyes.

"This can't go on!"

(End of this chapter)