Awakened: Evolving to Godhood

"He's a player called Coin Collector," Fang said in a hurry, not wanting to hide a single thing from his master as he knew that the two of the many things he hated the most was a slow man and a liar.

"Tell me everything you know about him." Master seer felt curious about the one who has taken his throne, not only because this was the first time he suffered a loss but also because the person who defeated him was someone he had never heard about in his entire life!

Fang recalled the reports he read earlier, hurriedly sweeping through them, and said, "Ah, he's a male who joined the magic coliseum a few weeks ago."

"Just that?" Master Seer's eyebrows raised.

"That's all," Fang said, gulping his saliva nervously, knowing full well that he is going to be blamed for not knowing anything about the real identity of Coin Collector even though the said player's identity is untraceable.

"What the heck are you doing when I pay so much to you to gather intelligence for me, you dumbass! Contact the head of the intelligence department and mobilize the best intelligence team to gather information on the Coin Collector. Don't show your face in front of me unless you can find out who he is!" Master Seer scolded Fang, and at the same time, directed the pressure emitting out of the dragon upon him, causing him to fall to his knees.

Gasp!

The ladies breathed out, relieved to feel that the pressure upon has lifted off of them, but sad to see that all of it is directed towards Fang.

Fang's body pressed against the ground, causing spider web cracks to appear on it, and his back got covered in sweat and horror encompasses every fiber of his being, causing him to tremble violently, but even then, he managed to say the following words in a shaky voice, "As you wish, master."

"Hmph! If you disappoint me once more time then don't blame me for forgetting about our relation and killing you," Master Seer said, retracting the pressure acting on Fang, letting him breathe, "Now, get lost!"

Fang stood up with shaky legs, respectfully saluted him before making his way out of the room.

"Dear, don't feel angered." Master Seer's newest concubine said while she poured wine on her breasts and helped him drink it, trying to calm him down.

"Since you say so, I will control my anger." Master Seer said after licking the sweetness and bitterness of her skin, and she smiled, letting him taste her from head to toe. He pushed his finger into her sex, causing her to moan. He fingered her, feeling the softness of the walls of her nether region with closed eyes.

"Continue pleasuring me!" As soon as those words left his mouth, the other three concubines who were as still as statues moved, caressing him here and there, touching his balls and sucking his wand, pleasuring him to the best of their abilities.

***

Gambling God and Coin Collector became the second and third most searched names on the internet, appearing just below the most searched word, Joker.

"It's lonely to be at the top of the online world. Damn! Why am I so cool? Northern Duke, was this your plan all along? Did you want me to feel the loneliness that comes with standing at the peak of something? Well, you have succeeded in doing that! I have experienced what it feels like to be above all in both wisdom, appraising items, and the art of gambling. And let me tell you, it's a very lonely feeling, a type of feeling one can only experience when they know for sure that no one in the world will ever be their match!" Elliot said, absorbed in the character of one who has conquered the world while laying down on the grassy ground and chewing on a stalk of grass, tasting the bitterness that seeped out of it.

"Can you not be so sarcastic? Hearing his words, Lisa rolled her eyes. "Anyway, you're attracting a lot of attention towards yourself. It might not end well for you."

"What do you mean? No one except for you, John, and Theo know that I am Coin Collector, and you three have already signed a magic contract, promising to keep my identity a secret from the other. Moreover, you've also signed a magic contract, promising that you'll never reveal that I am the Honorable appraiser Joker to others." Elliot said, feeling carefree as he knew that there is no way for others to uncover the real identity of his secret identities since he had made sure to leave no loose ends by using magic contracts.

A magic contract bounds the signee to certain rules that they can't break, no matter what they do. At least, no method to break one was known to the public.

"I'm worried because someone out there in the world might have an artifact that can determine your true self," Lisa said, expressing the reason why she felt worried.

The moment those words left her mind, a notification popped up in front of Elliot.

<Someone is using a high-grade artifact to determine the true self of your gaming avatar, Coin Collector>

<Someone is using a high-grade artifact to determine the true self of your secret identity, Honorable Appraiser Joker>

<Do you want to cause their divination to fail?>

"Why not?"

<It will require 100 units of the essence of life to protect you from divination and other intangible attacks for a year>

Elliot accepted to give away a small portion of his essence of life so that he can continue to live his life under the radar.

"Once I am powerful, I am going to go to each bastard that dared to divine about me, collect all the filth about them, share it to the public, strip them baked, and tie them in the middle of the busiest Street of the world!" Elliot decided that he will take revenge on the ones trying to divine about him for the hundred units of essence of life he lost to protect himself.

"What's wrong? Did you not hear what I said?" Lisa said, waving her hand before his face, wondering why he is not responding to her at all.

Elliot grabbed her hand, pulling her into his embrace. Then, he said, "Nothing's going to happen to me! You're worrying about it too much."

"You fool." Lisa rested her head on his sturdy chest, laying down on top of him, feeling his heartbeat and the warmth of the hand that was caressing the back of her head, warming her heart.