Guild Wars

"Focus, focus people! Next up is Ilah. He was the most morally upright of the gods based on general human standards, but was also very contradictory in the sense that he did not forbid certain negative traits like war and conquest," Draco barked as he brought up Ilah's image.

It depicted a regal and commanding figure who was glowing with an aura of confidence and masculinity. The fellow had a tall, broad frame that was adorned with a luxurious white turban atop his head, with sharp, dark eyes that burned with determination. There was also a meticulously groomed beard that enhanced his dignified demeanor, while his posture exuded both pride and readiness for battle.

He wore an elegant robe reinforced with golden, scale-like armor along with a thick belt that secured a gleaming ornate sword at his side and a dark cape that billowed behind him, its edges trimmed with gold.

"Sigh, Ilah. This fellow was not bad, but he was deeply suppressed because he could not stand the behavior of my predecessor," Draco lamented with a shake of his head, leaving the audience puzzled.

After all, how could they know or comprehend the beef between Ilah and Lucifer?

While there was a hierarchy among the lineages for who was stronger and weaker based on the number of inheritances bestowed upon them, the actual original 9 were not too far off in power from each other. As such, Ilah, who had founded his religion in the Middle East to propagate his values to sub-humans, frowned when Lucifer did the same but only to farm hatred.

The fellow was not happy that Lucifer's believers were being indirectly used, but that was a small part. Naturally, the bigger part was how the heck this handsome bastard's religion seemed to be growing faster than Ilah's??? Stay connected with empire

Of course, Ilah wouldn't understand, because he was like a 'nice guy' and Lucifer was a 'bad boy,' assuming that the population of the world were 'the women' that they were trying to attract. Ilah couldn't understand why 'the women' went for the 'bad boy' who was clearly not good for her but ignored him, who was sincere.

However, Lucifer was a literal psychic who thrived on human emotions and mentality, often entering the mortal world in disguise to live among humans. His understanding of them was far higher than anyone, which was why his planning was always so meticulous.

Draco shook his head and moved on. "Say hello to the famous African god who has inspired many spider-related stories, including our favorite Peter Parker, Anansi!"

When the image was maximized, it basically displayed a dark-skinned version of Gage. A 6 foot 3 tall man with handsome Sub-Saharan features, thick lips, bushy brows, and a strong jaw. His body was surprisingly muscular and well-built despite being a 'trickster,' and one could see eight glowing red spider-like legs protruding from his back.

He wore a traditional African robe made of kente along with thick-soled farmer's sandals. There was a wide grin of endless mischief on his face, and many who looked at it couldn't help but want to make the fellow their friend, for they could feel that life would never be boring around him.

"This fellow was not very strong combat-wise, but he was the strategist among the original 9 for his high IQ and ability to create a chessboard so complex that even those who were players along with him felt like they were puppets," Draco continued.

He rubbed his chin with a strange smile. "Technically, it could be possible that he was the one who set everything up for Lucifer… hmm…"

Draco remained quiet for long enough that many wondered if he was done, but he suddenly perked up and moved onto the next image.

"This is a fellow most of you are familiar with thanks to his hype in fiction and mythology, the rapist supreme and pedophile king, Zeus!"

Once again, upon becoming the focus, the viewers were able to clearly see the features of the being Draco was highlighting. This one in particular was of a man whose outline crackled with visible thunder and lightning, his surprisingly neatly combed white hair spread out beneath a crown wreath made of gold, along with a thick and burly body that looked like he took steroids for lunch, covered with a white toga that did little to hide his amazing muscles.

His skin was rather supple for a man while possessing a slightly pale hue that did not contradict its healthiness, his brows sharp and his beard mighty. His eyes were a piercing blue color, and he wore a slight smirk on his face that showed off his extreme confidence.

Just looking at his image, women felt a hint of wariness and men felt a hint of distrust. Clearly, the legends and myths of this fellow preceded him, and if he targeted your woman, there was nothing that you could do to stop him from cuckolding you.

"To be honest, there's not much to say about this guy. Apart from him being the son of a titan, everything else is mostly true."

Even Draco displayed an expression of distaste, clearly not wanting to talk too much about this fellow. Even though they were fellow fuckboys on the same path, Draco had standards and was a professional, while Zeus was nothing but a cretin and a bandit.

"Next is Gautama Buddha, the Enlightened One!" Draco said with a raised chin, tapping at the image of a bald donkey.

Despite his harsh inner narration, the actual image revealed the serene figure of a man who seemed to embody both the weight of the universe and its infinite peace. Standing at an imposing height of 6'8", Gautama Buddha's golden-bronze skin radiated an otherworldly glow, just like his bald head. His body was lean but deceptively strong, a harmonious balance of grace and power, clad in a simple yet elegant robe of saffron and crimson silk typical of eastern monks.

That wasn't all, though. This fellow's shiny scalp bore the famous curls of enlightenment, which were tightly coiled like a sacred mandala, and a single urna glimmered softly on his forehead, drawing all attention to his tranquil gaze.

His eyes were different, though, being a deep and captivating brown color that held a profound stillness, which could strip away all worldly desires with a mere glance. Even Draco didn't dare look into those eyes lest he give up his true nature and become a Buddhist on the spot.

Buddha's lips curved into a subtle, enigmatic smile, as if he knew something that no one else did and found it extremely funny. His aura was overall gentle and inviting, yet also lofty and detached, like he had transcended the mortal coil.

As for the thing he knew, even Draco did not know. He barely had some knowledge of the gossip from the era that the progenitors were around, but that was acquired when he took over the three top lineages along with Eva and Shuangtian, having access to all historical records.

However, just like Lucifer of that era, Draco instinctively didn't like Buddha and wanted to slap his bald head. It felt like the thing that Buddha knew had to do precisely with him and Lucifer, and was something truly destructive that could drag his already non-existent reputation down to the gutter.

"This fellow is one of the few among the nine who did the least damage to humanity. He was mostly content to seclude himself in mountains to increase his cultivation along with his followers, and didn't really make any waves until he informed his followers that he was leaving."

"He then sat under his favorite Bodhi Tree as he ascended into the universe with the other nine, causing his followers to wail endlessly. Somehow, they mistook his departure for an ascension to heaven," Draco revealed with a shrug.

The Buddhists around the world felt speechless, but they were one of the most outwardly tolerant, so they bore it in silence. After all, if they didn't enter hell, then who would?

"Finally, one of the most respected magicians in history and the biggest hand in the creation of Britannia, Merlin the Wise!" Draco announced grandly, moving aside for an image of the ancient magus to show.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Looking at the portrait revealed the figure of a man who seemed to straddle the line between myth and reality, as if he had one foot in the mortal world and the other in some arcane, timeless realm. Standing at a statuesque 6'5", Merlin exuded an aura of both wisdom and vicissitudes that made it impossible to tell if he was a benevolent sage or a wizened old grandpa—or perhaps both.

His pale, slightly luminous skin was matched by his head of flowing silver hair that cascaded down his back in waves. He possessed a well-trimmed beard that framed his sharp jawline, its color shifting between white and silver. His eyes were a dazzling shade of violet, like gems that had been struck by lightning, constantly swirling with faint, unreadable patterns that hinted at knowledge no mortal could comprehend.

Merlin's attire was as simple as the man himself, being a long flowing robe of midnight blue that shone with silver spirals that glowed intermittently. A typical crooked staff of ancient wood rested in his hand, its surface gnarled and twisted, topped with a glowing purple crystal that pulsed faintly.

His lips curved into a thoughtful smile that was both somewhat paternal and strict, like he was looking at his ward or student who had given him a correct answer to a question he asked about their studies.

"What else can I say about the father of magic and wizardry? He is the most knowledgeable being among the original nine, and his research into the rules of the universe was frighteningly ahead. He was a master of astronomy, divination, science, and alchemy."

Draco chuckled. "The saying 'magic is the science we don't understand yet' was coined by Merlin's menial external pupil Arthur Clarke. Merlin was a believer in magic and rationalized his own extensive magic power down into rules that were passed down by his bloodline… err, that's a spoiler. We'll get to that part later."

Draco paused and then showed a cruel smile. "Also, for all you Saber fans out there, here's a heart-breaking truth: Arthur exists and was a straight man from beginning to end."

Immediately, Draco felt waves of hatred and negativity flow into him from all over the world as many Saber fans' eyes became red and they roared with unwillingness. After all, their one and only hope was that off chance that the myth was wrong and the famous king was actually a sexy waifu, but hehe.

Draco's eyes lit up as he poked the background with his prod. "Oh, these next three are the most important highlight of these nine and the normal leaders of their group. They have appeared in the most myths and have caused the greatest changes to human history and cognition directly or indirectly, especially the leader who rules the world's morality and religion."

Three images came up at the same time, the leftmost being of a burly fellow with rough features as well as a bulky body, the rightmost being of an absolutely transcendent beauty whose facial features made the soul feel intoxicated, and finally, in the center, a handsome male who wore a soft smile, his serpentine eyes filled with endless charm that made the female body respond with peak arousal regardless of their feelings.

"That's right, the three titans of our race, Pangu of Huaxia, Amaterasu of Nippon, and finally, Lucifer of Italia!" Draco made a grand gesture and simulated his powers to display silent images of the three in battle, Pangu cleaving the primordial chaos with his axe to create the universe, Amaterasu flicking her finger to create the sun, and Lucifer lazily riding the back of a black dragon as the seven Archangels faced him head-on with heroic expressions.