God of Tricksters

The Heavenly Sovereign wasn't the only person who was interested in that matter. The Sword Saint had been honing himself in his house the whole time.

After knowing that the upcoming battle would end with humanity's extinction, he couldn't help but strive to get as strong as possible during the little time they had left.

The Sword Saint was standing in the middle of the field, surrounded by a few bamboo figures. His hand was already on the katana's handle while his eyes remained closed as if he was trying to concentrate.

Suddenly, his eyes opened sharply as his hand pulled the sword. The energy from the draw itself spread in all directions, cutting all the bamboo figures.

It was so sharp that the bamboo didn't feel anything. In fact, it didn't even drop as if it wasn't cut at all.

But if one took a closer look, they would notice the small gap between their bodies. The Sword Saint precisely cut them in a horizontal way to the point there was no angle that would cause the body to fall down.

It didn't look hard, but even his son and Rea still couldn't do something like that.

He took a deep breath as if he had just finished the training.

"Father." Suddenly, a familiar voice echoed in his ears.

The Sword Saint glanced to the side, finding his son standing at the gate leading to the field. The Sword Saint sheathed his blade while walking toward him. "What's the current situation?"

"It seems that the Heavenly Sovereign is planning something. I'm not sure what it is, but it's going to involve you and him along with a few Transcendent Level Experts."

"I see." The Sword Saint nodded. "In that case, I'll talk to him after this. There is one more matter I have to finish before I can meet him."

"What is it, Father?"

The Sword Saint smiled while looking at his son. "It's about time for you to succeed my position."

"!!!" His son was obviously shocked. After all, his father still remained in his absolute seat in the clan. If he proceeded with the succession, it meant that he was planning to do something that might require him to leave the clan.

And the only thing he could think of was the upcoming battle. Yes, it seemed that the battle would be so hard that his father had to consider the succession first since he might fall in the next battle.

The statement brooked no argument since the Sword Saint had already understood the power of Theo and the slime who managed to defeat Theo.

…

Just like the Sword Saint, the War Saint, Leonardo, was also considering everything for the family.

"This is it." Leonardo sighed while shaking his head helplessly.

"Father… Are you going to join the battle there?" Marzio, the current head of the War God Family, asked with a serious expression.

"Of course. Unfortunately, I couldn't bring you with me. But fret not, this shall be the last battle. I'm already this old, so this is going to be the last battle I'll participate in before I truly retire."

"That's what you said, but you ended up getting involved in a few more battles…"

"…" Leonardo flicked his forehead casually and said playfully, "You already know how to talk back to your parents, eh, brat? Give your father a little time to look cool, will you?"

Marzio closed his eyes. That remark was a part of him that didn't want Leonardo to go there since he might die. There was no way he, his son, would want to see his father leave this world like that. Even Leonardo understood why Marzio said it, but he had made his decision.

Marzio chose to respect it while stating it loud and clear. "Father. May the fortune bless you with its presence."

Leonardo smiled, gratified. "I know that the family will be fine with you. This is not a goodbye. This father of yours shall attain the greatest victory in his life here!"

…

Theo's close allies had been preparing for the upcoming battle. Unfortunately, the Ice Witch and the Daemon couldn't participate in this fight, considering they had to remain in their respective base to protect the rest of the people.

Meanwhile, there was another party that wanted to join the fun.

They had been hiding themselves this whole time only for this moment. They were none other than the original Theo, the Magic Saint, and the Fist Saint.

While smoking, the Fist Saint asked with a serious expression. "So, are we going to do this? If we are trying to harm him, why don't we just attack the union? I mean, we have enough strength to defeat them. If we can do that, won't it force him to come here? Then again, if the rumor about the battle will decide humanity's survival is true, I don't know what I will choose…

"Although I hate him, the entire humanity is at stake." The Fist Saint stopped when he felt the glares of these two people beside him.

"Don't forget that we saved you. Without us, you would have died already. And attacking the union wouldn't quell our anger. It's better to participate in that battle and wait until the enemy is weakened.

"We'll kill him and kill that enemy in succession. This way, we can get all the glory and achieve our objective."

"…" The Fist Saint shrugged, not denying anything. He was just skeptical about their move, not disagreeing with their plan. So, if they wanted it that way, he would just fulfill the agreement.

The Magic Saint narrowed his eyes. He had been waiting for this chance. Now that they could go to the other base safely, he could finally defeat that 'fake' grandson of his.

The original Theo was also planning the same thing. The first thing he had to do was to kill and absorb his 'fake' to gain everything he had lost this whole time.

There wasn't a lot of time left to prepare. And all of them were busy creating their own strategy.