Chapter 120: Matchmaking

Chapter 120: Matchmaking

"Prophecy God?" Yu Sheng'an raised an eyebrow, his expression teasing. "Oh? Coming to see me all of a sudden—did you prophesy my destruction and come to warn me?"

As he spoke, Yu Sheng'an suddenly recalled the Norse Mythology of Blue Star.

The Norse gods, whose power was unimaginably formidable, had believed in a ridiculous prophecy of Ragnarok. In their attempts to avert it, they had ended up meeting a tragic, total annihilation.

To be honest, for someone like Yu Sheng'an—born of a great race that believed in "divine right granted by the people," one that would hold up the sky if it collapsed, patch it if it leaked, control floods when they came, and shoot down the sun in scorching heat—a race that had never put faith in gods but only in their ancestors, this story was nothing short of a joke!

What, trying to play with a Causality Weapon on me?

"As expected of one hailing from the mysterious and unknown Azure Star. Even after expending a decade's worth of Source Essence, I couldn’t predict your reaction," Phoebus sighed with emotion.

Are you out of your mind?

Yu Sheng'an stared at him, dumbfounded.

These gods, after living so long, really do turn into freaks.

The Music Goddess was paranoid and suspicious.

And you? You calculated my reaction?

What’s the point?

Yu Sheng'an stuck out his pinky and dug at his ear. "Your 'decade' unit probably matches up to my 'minute' unit. So, what do you want?"

Phoebus took a slight breath. "I wish to join the alliance you lead, requesting the same treatment as the Music Goddess."

What?

Yu Sheng'an was stunned again.

Because of Aphnora’s paranoia, he had privately questioned whether the concept of the "Pantheon" was too idealistic.

Yet before he could come up with a better plan, here was a god actively seeking cooperation.

At this moment, Yu Sheng'an finally understood the insecurity Aphnora felt toward him.

What’s going through your head, buddy, that you’d willingly come to be exploited by a landlord?

Do I look handsome to you?

Or is it the potential of my internet?

Or are you a sleeper agent planted by the Five Great Righteous Gods?

Or maybe you’re just getting close to me to steal the fruits of my labor?

"Forming an alliance with me requires exchanging virtual divine sparks," Yu Sheng'an said casually, his thoughts settling.

"Agreed."

"So straightforward? Are you trying to scam me out of my virtual divine spark with some weak godhood, looking for loopholes?"

Yu Sheng'an deliberately voiced his suspicions to gauge Phoebus’s reaction.

Truthfully, if Phoebus really had such intentions, Yu Sheng'an could always exchange his virtual Music Godhood for the Prophecy Godhood.

But then again, if it really came down to it, Yu Sheng'an wouldn’t actually be willing to leak the Music Godhood.

Even with the multiverse’s current level of scientific development, even if the gods obtained the Music Godhood, they likely wouldn’t discover its weaknesses.

But Yu Sheng'an still wouldn’t trade it.

The reason was simple—better safe than sorry!

The Music Godhood was his strongest offensive capability at the moment, a trump card he had no intention of revealing.

As for the Contract Godhood, it didn’t have any obvious weaknesses.

If anything, its greatest flaw was that it couldn’t grant the wielder direct power. If the gods found out, they’d probably spare no effort hunting down his true form to seize it.

Faced with Yu Sheng'an’s skepticism, Phoebus merely smiled without offering any explanation.

"Give me your reasons. Don’t speak in riddles—it’s exhausting."

"Your Excellency is the most peculiar god I have ever met. I've encountered many who sought to collaborate with me, but alas, most harbored ulterior motives. Only you, Your Excellency, seem... unlikely."

"Of course, your decisions are often unpredictable. Even the smallest event could spiral into something unforeseen, even beyond prophecy. Still, I'm willing to take this gamble. Life is nothing but a series of bets, isn't it?"

Phoebus' smile faded, replaced by solemnity.

"So, your Prophecy Godhood sounds kinda unreliable, huh?"

Phoebus' expression froze—such an abrupt shift in topic!

"Everything in existence is in constant flux, colliding and changing. A single breath I exhale now might, years or even decades later, brew into a tempest that ravages Duofei City."

"Got it. Butterfly effect. And then?"

"Butter... butterfly?" Phoebus was baffled—another exchange outside his prophecies.

"Roughly speaking, a butterfly flapping its wings could stir a storm thousands of miles away."

"..." Phoebus fell silent.

"You've already articulated what I meant to say," Phoebus admitted.

"So, this is the authority of the Prophecy Godhood?" Yu Sheng'an countered.

Phoebus nodded.

Yu Sheng'an narrowed his eyes. Phoebus had revealed much—was this a gesture of sincerity?

"Hold on. I need to consult Aphnora first. If the two of you have some blood feud, I’d be stuck in the middle."

With that, Yu Sheng'an sent a message to Aphnora.

Soon, a reply arrived.

"Let’s discuss this in detail at the palace!"

"Understood. May I project myself there?"

"Granted." Yu Sheng'an nodded.

A portal silently shimmered into existence beside Okata.

A golden-haired, violet-eyed man stepped through.

He wore the white training sword attire currently in vogue across the Keville Empire, exuding the bearing of nobility—were it not for the third-eye-like organ on his forehead.

To be precise, it wasn’t an eye.

Resembling a photosensitive organ, it was like an onyx gem embedded between his brows, the skin split open to give the illusion of a third eye.

Yu Sheng'an studied Phoebus’ appearance, forming a few conjectures.

With a nod, he enveloped Phoebus’ divine projection and vanished from Duofei City’s plaza.

After delivering the God of Prophecy to the main hall of Dofi Temple, Yu Sheng'an disappeared—presumably to meet Aphnora privately for details.

Phoebus seemed to anticipate this. Unhurried, he stood in the hall, admiring its architecture like a scholar enthralled by design.

After some time, Yu Sheng'an and Aphnora materialized in the hall simultaneously.

"Congratulations. Aphnora speaks well of you—you’ve passed the vetting. Here’s the alliance contract. Sign it, and we’ll exchange virtual divine sparks."

A virtual parchment materialized in Yu Sheng'an’s hand, densely inscribed with terms.

Truth be told, the Contract Godhood he wielded had significant limitations—yet once a contract was signed, its power was formidable, even distorting.

These limitations manifested in two ways.

1. Both parties must understand the contract terms, or the contract is void.

This means Yu Sheng'an can hardly establish complex contracts with lower-intelligence creatures.

2. The voluntary principle must be followed.

In other words, Yu Sheng'an can beat and intimidate a party into signing a contract.

However, he cannot forcibly seize someone's soul, blood, or exploit verbal loopholes to establish a contract without their knowledge, willingness, or subjective intent.

That said, once a contract is signed, as long as he has sufficient Source Essence, Yu Sheng'an can twist the terms anytime, anywhere.

Of course, the instant activation clause is harder to manipulate—mainly due to time constraints—allowing only minor distortions.

Phoebus seemed aware of this.

While reviewing the contract, his gaze lingered particularly long on the instant activation clause, only relaxing after confirming its validity.

Subsequently, the three gods solemnly signed the alliance contract.

At the same time, Yu Sheng'an condensed a virtual Contract Godhood and exchanged it with Phoebus for a virtual Prophecy Godhood.

The moment he obtained the Prophecy Godhood, Yu Sheng'an felt a momentary daze.

He wondered if other gods exchanged virtual divine sparks when forming alliances like this.

But he suspected not.

If so, he might be one of the rare beings in the multiverse to simultaneously wield three divine sparks—even if two were virtual.

After briefly sensing the authority of the Prophecy Godhood, Yu Sheng'an's eyes widened abruptly.

Two words echoed in his mind: Freaking awesome!

"Mr. Ajef, what sections do you think my Prophecy authority could open on the internet?" Phoebus asked eagerly.

As he spoke, he glanced at the Music Goddess, a trace of envy flickering deep in his eyes.

The Prophecy Godhood might seem powerful, but like the Music Godhood, it was actually a weak divine spark.

The reason was simple: the more precise a prophecy, the more Source Essence it consumed, along with requiring vast amounts of reference information.

Even then, errors were still possible—he could only predict the most probable outcome.

Moreover, since his divine spark lacked direct offensive or defensive capabilities, spreading his faith was difficult.

Most of his Believers were uncivilized tribal chieftains or prophets, leveraging only his abilities in natural climate and fortune-telling.

Thus, his followers were few.

After all, under absolute power, all schemes were fleeting illusions.

Prophecy was equally fragile.

Trapped in this vicious cycle, he couldn’t even afford to spend Source Essence on predicting major events for profit.

That said, the Prophecy Godhood wasn’t entirely useless.

Its existence had allowed him to survive for millennia with so few Believers.

And after centuries of dormancy, he had finally seized a heaven-sent opportunity—the rise of the Internet God!

"Your authority can open plenty of sections."

"Really?" Phoebus's eyes lit up.

Yu Sheng'an began counting on his fingers: "Birth horoscopes, marriage compatibility, the twelve zodiac signs, the Four Pillars of Destiny, Tarot divination… Oh, way too many to list! Which do you prefer? Or should I bundle them all into one software package?"