Moros walked to his execution with his head facing the floor. He did not want to look at the shining lights, the expensive treats, the famous people that frequented here.
This place would be the end of him, he would be a fool to act like this was the time of his life, when it was in fact the polar opposite of it.
He simply followed the footsteps of the confident Malissa that guided him perfectly to a table that was already reserved for them. When and how she had arranged everything was not something he could understand.
Accepting his fate was all that he could do in this situation. He did not dare look at her, as she listed the long list of flavours spelling out his demise.
It was not even questioned how she wanted to fit so much food into such little space. Her stomach must be a void or an endless space, this was the only explanation Moros could come up with.
It did not really matter to him, but any last bit of hope, which had been left, now disappeared in a large mountain of ice cream that arrived before her not a minute after.
When the server had come and gone was a mystery to Moros. This entire place was a complete fever-dream to him.
The more he thought about the situation the more questions without any answers came to him…
Why were the other guests not paying any attention to Malissa as she acted like a monster devouring poor and unsuspecting ice cream? Why was his best friend eating in such a hurry, but not looking at him once?
Where had all her anger gone? Why did no one else seem to eat anything? Why did he just hear the sound of her eating, but nothing else?
"It is amazing what one human stomach can fit, right?"
A handsome young man sat beside him at the table, scanning the periphery as if he was looking for something amidst the sea of people.
Moros, in his endless wisdom and lack of attention, gave of a very manly, brave scream that totally did not like a little girl in horror movies after seeing the teenager that had materialised out of thin nothing.
After a quick pause to find his bearing and man-card again. Moros looked at him with slight fear in his eyes, this was the source of this creepy feeling that had been watching him for such a long time.
"Rest assured," the mysterious youth spoke…"I have frozen the surroundings for the two of us. No one heard you scream so 'special'."
"But, looking at you from up close, I can not believe that you have overcome your destined fate…You do not strike me as special."
Moros wanted to deny his observation, but after thinking for a few seconds, he could not really return any argument against this case. He really was not special in this world.
Maybe the issue was that he was special in all the wrong ways. That thing would certainly not care about his lust for money or his fighting skills.
"I know about your seemingly endless supply of mana. It was the reason why no other God did not come into contact with you. You would never need our help, or believe in us if you were given this amount of mana from birth."
To the amazement of Moros there was another weirdo in his life that liked to speak in riddles. So he claimed to be a god, wolf guy was an older god, the flying banknote was something extraordinary named a system.
At this point, he really did listen to anyone other than the system itself.
The system spoke the only language that Moros really understood, he spoke of money and cash─the only thing Moros did believe in, in this cruel world.
"It makes me wonder: how did you survive the fight against the goblin? Did you perhaps have outside help?"
The air grew heavy and Moros began to choke.
His entire body shook, his heart began to pump blood rapidly, causing more and more notifications of expenses to flash across the corner of his eyes. Moros felt a deep sadness, seeing the money just disappear for next to nothing.
The pressure subsided in an instant, the God sipping on a cup of tea, who it had "legally borrowed" from another patreon of the shop.
"Forgive my rudeness, I do not think the old fogeys would be desperate enough to settle for someone like you!"
What sounded like an apology was more a slap in the face.
"We were that desperate," lamented the wolf in the back of Moros mind. "We were desperate enough to choose someone like him."
The Old God did not know whether it should feel happy that their host was in the clear, because the God could not believe in them placing their faith in the likes of Moros.
Or that their last resort was already ridiculed to such an extent?
Yet, Moros did not pay any attention to what the voices inside his head were whispering to him.
The God leaned back into its chair, eying Moros with great curiosity.
"You truly are an interesting specimen. A god sits before you, yet you seem unaffected by my presence. You show neither awe nor fear. To me it, seems you feel nothing about my existence…why is that so?"
Moros did not have to think long before giving a reply.
"I have always believed in that everyone has their own destiny and fate to carry out in this world. I just never believed that I was someone, who would have a big impact or big agenda in this entire world."
A short pause, the entity enjoyed the cup of tea again.
"Ya know," Moros shook his head "...I am just a random guy, to a world-famous smart brother…and that is the only notable thing about me. My defining attitude is that I love money…"
The entity sitting at his table laughed out loudly, finding the words that Moros had uttered to be highly entertaining.
"That is one way to see the world…though it is certainly fitting for someone of your value."
The god threw him an arrogant glance and a disapproving scoff before looking deep in its tea again.
"Now tell me Moros, you are certainly not the smartest human, far from it, but how did you notice my interference?"
Moros gave it the dumbest look it had seen in countless years, causing the God to question whether or not he really had noticed its presence in the first place.
"What I was trying to say is, why did you not listen to the words of the human I took over for the conversation?"
"UUUUH" Moros said with lacking confidence and brain power. "I just thought she would have punched me directly in the face after seeing me."
"Thats it?"
The God was asking with a confused expression on its current form, clearly struggling to believe the truth hidden inside Moros words.
The god had followed the will of its host, only altering her words a little to seek out the answers from Moros…and yet the human believed that this was not typical for the female magician?
Either the human male did not understand his own kind and he was tricked by a series of coincidences, or he did receive help from someone else.
Though would that be the case, it was a question of, who or which entity was dumb enough to place their trust in this type of magician?
It would have to think about the situation for a bit longer, till it could draw the right conclusions.
The God checked the corner of its pants, revealing a broken clock tied to a chain. Looking at the time, it clicked its tongue in annoyance.
"I do apologize, but it seems like the time for my interference is soon to be up. Afterwards, this barrier will fall and the situation outside will develop as if nothing had happened."
It drank the rest of its cup in one fell swoop.
"Now, allow me to repay you for answering my questions in a truthful manner. Feel free to ask for anything your tiny brain can think of. I am a God, I have no limits, after all."
Moros did not have to think long before he knew the wish.
"Could you please pay for this whole dinner, I am currently very poor and can not afford this. I will literally die at the end of this feeding session!"
Once again, it was not a lie, his life was seriously on the line here.
The God looked at Moros with wide eyes, shock written on its face. The human could have asked for everything…not that it would have given him everything, but why did it ask for money?
"Are you sure….you want money…from a god, that can fulfill your every wish…money?"
Moros was a hundred percent, no, a thousand percent sure. The God was a lifesaver, fulfilling such a wish was truly the most generous thing he had ever received.
Beyond being confused, the entity threw Moros 3 monster cores of creatures that Moros had never seen.
"This should suffice. Everything that your magician best friend ate here, plus a tip to the waiter, who is trying their best to endure the lack of her manners..!"
Moros catched the coins in the air, looking like a piranha at fresh meat.
"Oh and one last thing, please keep your dungeon tidied up…your brother is not ready yet for the role, he is meant to carry."
Moros did not hear the last words, he was simply busy caressing the monster cores, as if they were his only child.
The barrier fell, Moros was the happiest man on Elysium again, his life was safe?
Malissa none-the-wiser simply resumed her eating spree…
It looked like nothing had happened, but the gears of fate had begun spinning again. Change was coming closer…