"Yes."
"What kind of bet? You might not know, but I actually quite enjoy gambling myself."
"Bet on him."
With that, the Prankster God pointed at Levi, who was watching the show.
Levi's brows furrowed slightly, saying nothing.
Emmon asked, "Bet on him for what?"
"Simple—bet if he can break through to Level 11 within this ten millennia."
"Betting on a junior is boring. Why not bet on me instead?"
"Fine. How much lifespan do you have left?"
"Three thousand years."
"Let me think... Then let's bet if you can reach Level 11 within three thousand years. If you succeed, I will renounce my divine persona and descend into the mortal realm. If you fail, after you die, you will become my subordinate god, ignite the divine fire, and abandon the wizard path."
"Agreed."
"So forthright—you're pretty confident in yourself."
"Without confidence, how could I be Grand Council Chairman?"
