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Thorin was in extreme pain. Suddenly, a scene from ten thousand years ago appeared before his eyes, so vivid as if it happened yesterday.

It was a rich feast for the gods.

It is also a bloody nightmare for other ethnic groups.

Dionysus, the god of wine, was leaning lazily on the platform, playing with a golden wine cup.

He was bored as he watched the mythical creatures below the stage fighting each other like beasts, trying their best to stay alive. Even his subordinate tribes were struggling in the fight, just to find a glimmer of hope to survive.

His body was covered with the soft fur of his followers, the Heart-Bewitching Sables. Another group of his followers, the Ghost-Horned Sheep, had become prey in the pen and were torn into pieces. The starry fish swimming in the plate, which was filled with a faint purple hue, had turned into thin flakes, emitting a gentle glow.

Thorin was trembling with fear. Even though he was already at the seventh level, he could only kneel beside Dionysus and bow humbly. Occasionally, he glanced at the tragic scene below with indifference and numbness.

"Does it look good?" He suddenly asked, shaking the wine glass.

He was stunned, not knowing what the deeper meaning of this question was. After a moment of silence, he nodded: "It looks good."

He propped his chin up with one hand and smiled broadly, "How interesting! I like this answer, this... correct answer."

"Come, tell me, what reward do you want, my dear cupbearer?"

Thorin's heart moved, he clenched his fists, his expression changed for a few seconds, and finally he raised his head, his honey-colored eyes met His gaze.

What was surging deep in those eyes was an ambition that could not be ignored and a vivid desire that was contrary to numbness.

"I want to be your sworn brother," he said slowly, each word clear and powerful, "I want to live! I want eternal life! I want to be the final winner of this battle among all races!"

Dionysus's calm movements paused slightly. He flicked the wine glass, with an unfathomable smile on his face: "Oh? Then what can you give me? A vow is not a simple exchange."

Thorin said calmly, "What do you want?"

The air froze, and the god remained silent. After a while, He suddenly burst into laughter, and His laughter filled the empty banquet, seeming even more wanton: "Hahahahaha! Humans! Hahahaha, this is really interesting! Very interesting!"

He tinkled his wineglass, and the echo sent golden ripples through the air.

"Human courage! Human meanness! Human ambition! Hahahaha! What a wonderful show, interesting ideas!"

He couldn't stop smiling, nodded repeatedly in approval, and said happily: "Okay, okay! I promised you the oath you made with God!"

"Well, as a deal, I want you to continue performing for me!"

"The spirit will never perish, the soul will never die, the drama of the cycle of life and death will never end!!"

He lifted Thorin's chin, poured the wine in the glass before his eyes, and spoke with a tone full of cruel mockery and strange excitement.

Thorin glanced at the broken bodies below the stage, lowered his eyes, and wondered what he was thinking.

After a long time.

"it is good."

From then on, he became a prisoner of the golden wine cup, the only servant of Dionysus, walking and laughing in the afterglow of the Age of Gods, getting drunk and killing on the stage of the Era of Conflict, and living and dying in his own dreams.

Until that day, a figure stood before them, one man and one god.

It was a woman in a black dress.

She had black hair like a waterfall, a beautiful face, and her wide sleeves fluttered in the wind as she walked, with a graceful posture. Her eyes were only white, as if covered by floating clouds.

"It's you..." Dionysus recognized the person and his voice was a little tense.

"Human astrologer, Wu Li, you have already taken that step." He looked at the black bird divine pattern on the other's forehead and spoke slowly.

"Indeed, as you can see." Wu Li said in a light tone.

“He” thought for a moment and said, “I have never attacked the gods and their followers in your Eastern Divine Realm, and I have never interfered with your games. Why, can’t you just enjoy yourself?”

Wu Li glanced at him and Thorin and said calmly, "You can entertain yourself, of course."

He heaved a sigh of relief, then smiled and said, "Then why did you come to me? Let me make it clear first, even if you crush all the remaining gods of the Olympus domain to ashes, it has nothing to do with me. As for the godhood, it's up to you."

Wu Li pondered for a while, looked behind him, and asked calmly: "What do you think?"

"!"

Dionysus turned around suddenly, and for the first time he showed extreme shock and disbelief, so complex that it was difficult to express in words.

The golden shadow was like a dream, and the skirt flowed slowly like golden wine not far from Him.

"I choose God."

Wu Li's mouth twitched slightly, and he folded his hands in front of him leisurely: "It doesn't matter."

The shadow's gaze swept across the stiff god and man, and his tone was vague.

"Then, let's get started."

That was the first time Thorin saw a look of fear on the face of Dionysus, who was always smiling.

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