Chapter 44: A Little Interlude in the God Realm

God Realm.

The goddess who turned “Luo Fei” into “Filo” was sorting through other transmigrators and reincarnators, but judging by her expression, she wasn’t thrilled with this batch.

“This one’s too fat.”

“This one’s too skinny.”

“This one’s got no ambition.”

“This one’s too boring.”

“This one’s a slick-talking sleaze.”

“This one… is a total perv.”

“Argh, why are they all so dull? This batch of transmigrators is way too low-quality,” the goddess grumbled, frantically scratching her head, messing up her neat, pretty hair. But in two or three seconds, the tangled mess snapped back to perfect.

“Look, Goddess, are you picking transmigrators or holding a beauty pageant? Really?” A silver-haired, crimson-eyed, 155cm-tall beauty holding a small tablet strolled over, listing where the goddess sent those transmigrators (reincarnators), what they became, and their perks.

Some got reincarnated as pigs, some as talentless nobodies, some got a gender swap like Filo, and barely any got a normal reincarnation—none even close to Dragon-Proud-Heaven levels.

“You got a grudge against them or what?” the silver-haired girl tossed the tablet aside, snarking at the goddess.

“No grudge, duh. After my first transmigrator, I thought every one after would be just as fun. Who knew they’d all be this boring? The gap’s too big. The one most likely to inherit my spot is still the first, but…”

As she spoke, the goddess swiped a finger through the air, conjuring a giant screen. There was Filo, holder of the world’s top-tier combat power, sprawled on a sofa like a salty fish. That pose… yikes, hard to believe it came from a gorgeous girl.

“I gave her such insane power to stop her salty fish ways, but this chick’s still so salty fish. I’m done. Finding an heir is exhausting. Not like you—you don’t need an heir,” the goddess sighed, slumping into a chair, propping her chin with one hand, glancing at the silver-haired girl.

“Duh, I’m not a god. Why would I need an heir? Being a god’s too much work. No way I’m doing that in this lifetime,” the silver-haired girl said, puffing up with a proud, smug grin.

The goddess facepalmed, speechless at this little Versailles genius.

Gods aren’t all-powerful or carefree. They’ve got duties. Being a god means fulfilling them, and the only way to dodge that is to stop being a god.

But quitting has two paths: die as a god or find an heir.

An heir needs two approvals: the god’s nod on their qualifications, then the world consciousness judging their ability.

The goddess wanted to quit, so she hunted for someone. But her chosen heir was this salty fish—Filo wouldn’t pass the world consciousness test like this. She needed more action, some epic deeds.

The goddess tapped her chin, debating whether to meddle with this world’s trajectory. Beside her, the silver-haired girl pressed a finger to her temple, suddenly muttering to herself.

“Hm? Dinner’s ready? Ugh… no way, don’t talk nonsense. I’m coming back soon. You gotta trust me—I’m super loyal!” The silver-haired girl yanked her finger from her temple.

She turned to the goddess, blurting, “My wife’s calling me back. See ya! I’ll swing by to hang later!”

With that, a black hole appeared before her, and she hopped in, vanishing from the temple.

—-

Back to Filo’s perspective.

Filo sprawled on the sofa, salty fish mode. Sure, they’d decided on the Dragon World, but no need to rush off right away. Resting on the sofa came first—getting here took effort, yo.

Bingpo and Chiyan borrowed the villa’s kitchen, using whatever ingredients were on hand to whip up some long-lasting dishes.

Prep for the Dragon World trip. Even flying, crossing from the human world to another takes time. Gotta be ready.

Aleila, the villa’s owner and human Great Sage, huddled in a corner, not daring to peep a word. She wasn’t the weakest here, but somehow… the vibe just crushed her.

“Uh, can I come with you guys?”

“No way.”

“Why not?!”

“No reason. Look at my squad’s lineup. Counting this cutie beast, we’re at five. Add you, that’s six—too many. You think this is a group tour?” Filo said, giving her salty fish eyes.

Lin, floating above Filo’s head, nodded hard. She barely got screen time already—add another, and she’d be invisible!

Opposition squad growing!

Lin crossed her arms, making a big X. Filo took a deep breath, dragging herself off the sofa, mumbling, “Bingpo, Chiyan, you ready?”

“Ready, Master!”

Bingpo and Chiyan bolted out of the kitchen, prepped and good to go.

“Then let’s roll. Aleila, we’ll meet again if fate says so. Oh, and don’t spill my True Ancestor identity, or… salty fish or not, I’ll throw hands,” Filo said, opening the villa’s window.

Bingpo and Chiyan hopped out, transforming into giant dragon forms. Filo jumped after, landing on Bingpo’s back.

The two dragons flapped their wings, soaring toward the Dragon World. Aleila shuffled to the window, gripping its edges, staring blankly as they faded into the distance.

“Spill your True Ancestor identity? Hmph… damn, I don’t even know your name! What’s your name?!” Aleila sucked in a breath, yelling with all her might.

“No change of name or title—I’m Lei Feng!”