Chapter 091: The Third Battle—Both Sides Have Problems with Their Representatives
The seven figures were the following gods:
The God of Fortune and Blessings—Daikokuten;
God of Commerce—Ebisu;
Goddess of Fortune and Freedom—Benzaiten;
God of Happiness, Wealth, and Longevity—Fukurokuju;
God of Eternal Youth—Jurojin;
God of Abundant Blessings—Hoteison;
God of Boundless Wisdom—Bishamonten.
They are the Seven Lucky Gods.
Of course, the representative for this final battle between humans and gods was Bishamonten.
The other six were merely there to lend their presence and support.
"The representative for the divine side is—Bishamonten!"
Heimdall also announced as such.
"Bishamonten? Did they see through my plan?"
Brunhilde, seated in her exclusive viewing box, couldn't help but bite her thumb.
In her view, the gods, desperate to turn the tide after two losses, should have sent a heavyweight champion to the field.
That's why she had deliberately chosen a weaker candidate this time, not expecting to win.
Her strategy was to force the gods to waste one of their top fighters—akin to the fable of Tian Ji's horse racing.
After all, figures like the King of Heroes, King Solomon, the First Emperor, and Xiang Yu were rare and extraordinary. She couldn't possibly hope to fill all thirteen slots with such powerhouses from human history.
Thus, this battle between humans and gods wasn't purely a contest of strength—it also required strategy.
She had thought the gods, having lost twice, would impulsively pit a top-tier fighter against her mismatched candidate, squandering a valuable asset.
But no—
"You're mistaken. We are all participants."
Daikokuten, one of the Seven Lucky Gods, interrupted Heimdall's announcement, leaving everyone stunned.
Were the gods shamelessly planning to gang up on a single human?
"Huh? N-no, you mean all seven of you are fighting?"
Heimdall was baffled. Seven against one?
"That's unacceptable! Seven against one is against the rules. Please step down."
How brazen must they be to propose such a thing before countless humans and gods?
The human audience erupted in boos, while even the divine spectators cringed in secondhand embarrassment.
"Are they really this desperate?"
Some among the human crowd accused the gods of trying to cheat by fielding multiple fighters.
"What is this?"
"What are the chief gods thinking? Haven't they humiliated themselves enough?"
"Are they planning to change the rules just to win a single match?"
Even the divine audience distanced themselves, as if ashamed to be associated with such tactics.
"Please, hurry up and get down here! Stop causing trouble!"
Even Heimdall, also a god, felt embarrassed for them.
"We are not seven gods, but one!"
Bishamonten, standing at the forefront, declared. What did that mean?
Did it mean that the seven of them were a single entity, sharing glory and loss together? That they acted as one in everything?
So, should the entire group be considered as one person?
That kind of bond was admirable, but the reality here was seven gods against one human—unfair and against the rules.
Just as Heimdall was about to continue persuading them, Bishamonten suddenly snorted coldly, and his armor exploded outward, startling him.
Was this a warning that if he kept talking, he'd be dealt with?
Threatening the referee? What was wrong with this pantheon?
"Seven calamities, one annihilation!"
Bishamonten's low, solemn words only made Heimdall more frantic.
Please don't tell me they were really about to attack the referee.
"W-Wait, attacking the ref—"
Seeing the other six Lucky Gods charging toward him, he panicked and tried to threaten them, saying they'd be disqualified if they attacked him.
Of course, he didn't actually have that authority—he was just bluffing.
But halfway through his sentence, Heimdall realized they weren't charging at him—they were rushing toward Bishamonten, leaping into his body?
"Huh?"
Heimdall was stunned as the six gods merged into Bishamonten's form.
The moment the last one entered, Bishamonten began to glow...
"W-What's happening?"
What were these guys even doing?
As the light faded, what appeared before his eyes was—
"An egg?"
Heimdall broke out in a cold sweat. At this point, seeing an egg gave him serious psychological trauma.
Please don't let this match turn into another disaster.
When the egg cracked, an overwhelming, eerie aura seeped out, making Heimdall's hair stand on end.
And when the figure inside emerged—
"Uh..."
It was someone he didn't recognize at all—a child who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old.
At the same time, his phone buzzed with a message. When he opened it, his eyes widened in shock.
"So that's it!"
The message contained highly classified intel about the Seven Lucky Gods—truly astonishing.
What they had said earlier about being one god was true. Originally, they were a single deity split into seven illusory gods.
There had only ever been one Lucky God.
Thus, Heimdall passionately explained this revelation to everyone present.
"...So, the one before us now is known as: Zerofuku!"
That meant this wasn't a violation of the rules—they were, in fact, a single god.
"Zerofuku?"
Brunhilde hadn't expected the opponent to field such a formidable figure.
After reuniting, they were no longer a god of fortune—only the complete opposite.
"Now, the representative for humanity is—"
Heimdall, pointing toward humanity's entrance, was brimming with excitement.
This time, what kind of shock would the Valkyrie's chosen human bring to the gods?
As the gates opened, what stepped out was—
"Eh?"
An extravagant palanquin came into view, but it carried an unsettling, eerie aura.
As for the palanquin bearers—no, those weren't humans, but demons, horned demons.
"What—what's going on now?"
Heimdall was dumbfounded again. The people on this side were also problematic.
Forget the demons for now—the person on the palanquin wasn't the same as the human representative registered on his side either.
The registered human representative… that person shouldn't have been an onmyōji.
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