Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

"Remember your bet, I'll be back!"

After saying this, Nolan's will dissolved into the Chaos Imprint, transforming into a black meteor that sped away through shattered space and disappeared into the unknown distance.

Asteria stared in disbelief, still reeling from the shock.

She never expected Nolan to be so serious, choosing self-exile and abandoning the immortal shell she had forged through countless trials to start from scratch.

Falling from grace is easy, but returning to the highest plane is very difficult; even a god-king would need to spend a considerable amount of time to do so.

No one knows what the situation will be like in the Divine Court at that time, because time is not conserved between planes...

"You lunatic! You really don't want to lose to me?!"

Asteria bit her lip, then suddenly smiled and muttered to herself, "Just now, I told him not to break the rules, but I didn't say I couldn't cheat, did I?"

"No, there isn't."

A notary's sweet, childlike voice drifted from the starry sky.

In retaliation, Asteria's eyes flashed with iridescent light, and she slightly beckoned with her finger. A thread of fate quietly slid, subtly altering the end of Nolan's journey.

"Sigh, can't you just honestly tell him you like him?"

The supreme goddess twitched the corners of her mouth, laughing unrestrainedly.

"Then what's the fun in it?"

The Time Guardian, who had witnessed everything, sighed. This small change would make the Lord of Chaos very angry, extremely angry, and might even trigger a new round of interdimensional war.

2. A war of faith between two goddesses

Nolan was naturally furious at losing to Asteria!

A god-king who is clearly no match for him, yet has millions of followers who can squander the power of faith at will, and who goes to the desolate and lonely Chaos Throne every day to mock him in a sarcastic and sarcastic manner!

It would be strange if I wasn't angry!

But so far everything is going according to Nolan's plan.

Self-exile only results in the loss of a powerful and invincible physical body; the supreme divine status is not so easily extinguished. This is the reason why the gods of different planes are immortal.

As long as the mark of chaos remains, most powers will not be hindered; otherwise, how can one subdue and suppress people with tyranny?

Drowning in a fishpond? That's impossible!

He could both stay away from that charming yet annoying face and cleverly exploit the distorted spacetime between the Supreme God Court and the secondary planes. Now, the Chaos God King had plenty of time.

Not too smart, but not too stupid either, the silly god-king quickly determined his starting point for a new life.

Isheran, a relatively prosperous secondary plane.

The tyrannical God of Slaughter, who once reached the pinnacle of the Divine Court, did not specifically choose a vessel. After all, he voluntarily descended to the grassroots to reshape his own positive image, and the vessel for spreading the will of the Chaos Doctrine was not very important.

A useless and incompetent stableman, a gentle and kind wife—this is the perfect couple Nolan chose.

In humble families, there are no constraints; freedom is the essence of chaos.

For a god, a decade or so is but a fleeting moment, giving Nolan ample time to fully prepare for conquering the planes.

This time he will definitely be gentler and will never slaughter dozens of rulers of the main plane like last time, leaving behind a terrifying reputation and making ignorant mortals fully realize their all-around power and benevolence!

As crimson and black meteorites fell from the sky, streaking across the continent's night sky.

Nolan was unaware that his predetermined path had unknowingly deviated slightly, and he ended up in the arms of the Duchess, who had given birth on the same day at the manor.

The Sand Sculpture God King had a vague sense of unease, but since things had come to this point, he couldn't bear to torture this pitiful woman who was suffering so much.

Well, at least I don't have to worry about startup capital anymore, Nolan sighed slightly.

The baby was born and breathed in the murky air of the secondary plane for the first time in a long time. It made a symbolic cry to indicate that it was normal, and then closed its eyes, too lazy to speak.

But a single sentence from the cute little maid holding him startled the Chaos God King, causing him to open his eyes again.

"Sir, it's another...girl."

The tall, tense shadow by the window was about to approach when it heard this, but froze halfway, clenched its fist, and turned away.

The maid's hands trembled slightly, as if she were afraid of being punished, while the beautiful, haggard woman on the bed looked lovingly at her second child.

At this moment, nothing in the luxurious room could compare to the turbulent emotions raging within Nolan's heart!

The brand on his chest, which had been completely integrated into his body, almost erupted with chaotic fire, burning the entire plane to ashes.

! @￥#……&*

One after another, profanities were transformed into babbling cries that came from the baby's mouth.

Nolan took a deep breath and began to comfort himself.

Calm down, maybe it's just that small and hard to see with the naked eye.

Well, smaller is better than nothing, hehe...

Nolan struggled to his feet, glanced down, thrashed about for a moment, and then fainted.

Three days later, the baby in the cradle stared blankly at the ceiling, drooling and utterly dejected.

Nolan is devastated to the fact that she has truly become a girl and is forced to accept her identity as the second daughter of the Joestar family.

He couldn't possibly be wrong, so even a fool would know that someone had tampered with things, and it could only be that Asteria had reversed the causality of the sub-plane!

Nolan had considered immediately using this miniature body to traverse countless dimensional battlefields and return to settle accounts with Asteria.

But this also means defeat, and obediently becoming the Queen of the Seven Luminaries.

God knows what that thing is!

Having just burned away his immortal divine body, the damage to his divine essence from breaking free of his will was already severe...

"Let's call him Nolan."

The Duchess gently teased her mentally challenged daughter, and through mental suggestion, she inexplicably uttered the name.

Inheriting the Duchess's excellent lineage, three years later, the two Joans blossomed into a beautiful young girl.

Aside from constantly looking down at her legs and sighing, the melancholy second daughter of the Joestar family seemed to have no other problems.

Rather than being obedient and well-behaved, she preferred to daydream and talk to herself, doing nothing else.

Having stopped holding a grudge, the person also learned what it means to endure humiliation and hardship, and methodically expanded their plan to recruit more believers.

This time, the future beautiful goddess is truly determined to win that bet. She will do everything in her power to ravage and torment that arrogant goddess!

The nominal mother became pregnant again this spring.

Nolan knew at a glance that besides her eldest sister who had shone brightly on the interdimensional battlefield at a young age, she now had a younger sister.

That day, the Duke, now much older, stood before the oil painting and said to his frail wife in the room, "Our child will inherit my position in the Holy Alliance and plant the battle flag of the Golden Flower Empire at the pinnacle of the dimensional battlefield in my stead!"

"But she's a..."

The Duchess did not yet understand the meaning of that sentence.

I said, our child is a boy!

Duke Joestar's gaze was somber, and his voice was resolute.

The Duchess was stunned.

The eldest daughter is exceptionally skilled in martial arts and would have been a good choice, but unfortunately she is already engaged and will have to marry sooner or later.

Now, yet another hope has been dashed. At the Duke's age, he can no longer wait for the next opportunity, or the next disappointment.

Therefore, the heavy responsibility of inheriting the glory can only fall on Nolan.

Unable to accept that her husband has no heir, she plans to personally raise her second daughter to become the Duke of Morningstar City!

Correspondingly, Nolan will spend her days rolling around in the mud and water of the training field, losing the childhood that a girl should have, and even the dignity of a girl.

"She will hate you for the rest of her life!"

"I do not care."

Duke Joestar, already ridiculed by the nobles of the capital for having no heir, is now unfazed by further mockery and has decided the future of the sand sculpture god king by acting on his own.

From then on, Nolan said goodbye to pretty little dresses and dolls, and everything that disgusted her disappeared from her life.

Unexpectedly, the taciturn second young lady showed no resistance and became much more lively, showing even more affection for her younger sister who had saved her from suffering.

This was the only time the stubborn and rigid Duke was satisfied with this idiot who could only stare blankly.

In any case, what troubles Nolan is not absorbing souls to temper his delicate body, or wearing heavy armor and training with a group of boys.

These daily routines that made the Duchess secretly shed tears were nothing compared to the discomfort of relieving herself and taking a bath.

While playing house with these Muggles, young Nolan didn't forget his true purpose.

One day, a newspaper from Morningstar City caught her attention.

The Holy Maiden of the Seven Luminaries Temple once again returned in triumph with the Holy Alliance. The article was full of exaggerations, showing that this newspaper under the Free Federation had received a lot of money from the cult.

That pretty girl clearly did nothing, she just chanted a few healing spells and offered a few casual prayers, and then attributed the warriors' bloody battle to the goddess's favor.

War is always the best way to plunder faith, and fortunately, the Septian Temple in the secondary plane of Isheran is only just beginning.

"and many more......"

Nolan had a brilliant idea, and a fantastic plan was born.

Charlatans never directly reach out; they always transform into beautiful angels to lure you into a deep trap, or they may be devils.

To the Lord of Chaos, the saintess who seemed detached from worldly affairs was like a group of unscrupulous merchants who were all talk and no action. They hadn't delivered on their divine grace, but they had made a fortune by swindling people out of their faith.

This is clearly consumer fraud!

If the elemental maidens of the Seven Luminaries Temple are all majestic battle maidens, then the mascot of the Chaos Throne is a war witch who sells the power of destruction.

A devout and pure saint is not necessarily more popular than a witch who believes in chaos and disorder.

The silly god king, who staked his dignity, switched jobs to become a manager and began looking for the first talent to be cultivated for his witch idol project. Little did he know that she herself was the best candidate.

No, one is not enough. We need to form a full group and officially debut so that we can attract the most diverse believers!

In short, the war between the two goddesses has begun...