"Young man, think of the benefits by joining hands with me. I'm part of old gods and know many paths to reach godhood very easily. The new gods might have already ruling now. So, I will make you stand above all of them." The god of mischief said in a serious tone.
"What's the guarantee? What if you are using me?" Kent asked back.
"To get my divine body, I must reach the old gods. Only, you can carry me there. So, I must help you become an old god one way or another. Also, I know many secrets of gods. It will be useful all along your journey. So, let's join hands together." The god of mischief suggested almost in a pleading tone.
Kent sighed. "Fine. I also don't have much time to argue with you. But if you try anything funny, I'll seal you back in a crumbling palace. By the way, there is already a goddess living in my soul. So, don't try to speak nonsense to me."
