Chapter 508: Certain Self-Defense Ability

“If I ever meet the Eighth Era Fighting God in the trading space, I might as well gather some basic info about him.”

Su Wen sat nearby, thinking to himself, “After all, the Battle Masters’ situation isn’t much of a reference.”

“The boost from the true gods is one variable we can’t ignore in our analysis.”

While Su Wen was lost in thought, the Star God and the God of Theater started discussing and analyzing the issue of the Fighting God.

They even activated the top-tier Starry Array and the Theater World above them, hoping to find a new solution to the problem concerning the Fighting God.

Su Wen didn’t object to this.

Even though future developments had already shown that the Star God and the God of Theater’s efforts were pointless—otherwise, the Fighting God from the previous sub-timelines wouldn’t have been the weakest among all divine fate bearers—some lessons just had to be learned the hard way.

“Hmm?”

Suddenly, the God of Theater frowned slightly.

“What’s up?”

The Star God waved his right hand, and the starry compass in the sky vanished instantly.

“It’s nothing major. It’s the God of Magic.”

The God of Theater glanced at Su Wen and said with a grin, “You know, that old guy from Britain who gave you the spellbook and magic scrolls and loves his noodles. You remember him, right?”

Su Wen chuckled, and the spellbook materialized in the air above him.

“The spellbook’s been really handy for me, so I definitely remember its creator.”

As soon as he said this, the golden spellbook floating in the air seemed to react, shaking as if it disagreed with Su Wen’s words.

“Brother God of Wealth, is this spellbook really that spirited?”

The Wind God stroked his chin, looking intrigued.

“Yeah, it’s got plenty of spirit, but it’s not at the point where it can take form and talk.”

Su Wen nodded. “So sometimes I have to guess what it’s trying to say.”

Hearing this, the Wind God smirked and said, “Brother God of Wealth, have you forgotten what I do?”

“That spellbook you’re holding… no, we can’t call it a spellbook anymore.”

“It’s a golden account book!”

“Exactly!”

“As the God of Wealth, what you’re holding is definitely an account book, not a spellbook.”

“Anyway, that book spirit in front of you calls itself that.”

As he spoke, the Wind God pointed at the golden spellbook floating in the air.

Su Wen paused, then laughed. “Alright! From now on, it’s the account book, not the spellbook.”

The moment he said this, the golden account book started circling around Su Wen.

The speed and the frequency of its movements clearly showed its joyful emotions.

“Xiao Feng, did the book spirit of the account book say something just now?”

The God of Theater suddenly asked, “Otherwise, why did your expression seem so odd?”

The Wind God scratched his head and glanced at the account book, saying, “The account book just expressed that it’s a bit annoyed with the God of Magic.”

“It’s like it’s saying, ‘Why am I being called a spellbook when I’m clearly the account book of the God of Wealth?’”

“It’s not close to the God of Magic at all!”

“And it’s really eager to change its name. It’s worried that if this keeps up, the God of Wealth might get the wrong idea.”

The God of Theater: “…”

So, the spellbook created by the God of Magic is trying to distance itself from him?

“Hahahahaha!”

Laughter filled the office area as the God of Theater sat in his chair, unable to hold back his amusement.

This was a twist he hadn’t seen coming.

Back when the God of Magic gave the spellbook to the God of Wealth, he had wondered if it might need to be returned someday.

After all, the spellbook was the God of Magic’s creation, and who knew if there’d be complications later?

Even though their friendship made it unlikely, it was better to be cautious.

But now, it seemed like that wasn’t necessary at all.

The book spirit was so eager to cut ties with the God of Magic—why bother returning it?

And it looked like the account book—no, the spellbook—was actually more useful in the hands of the God of Wealth!

“Buzz buzz buzz!”

Just then, the account book let out a soft hum.

“Brother God of Wealth, your book spirit says it wants you to think of ‘God of Wealth’s skills’ when you use it, not Beginner spells, Middle-tier Magic, or high-level spells.”

The Wind God added, “It also said that as its intelligence and Level grow, it can improve and even create new skills for the God of Wealth.”

“So, you can completely cut ties with the God of Magic when it comes to this.”

Hearing this, a smile flickered in Su Wen’s eyes.

It was both funny and endearing to see his little book spirit so eager to break away from the God of Magic!

Really!

Was he that petty?

The God of Magic was a respected figure in the fate bearer’s domain and had helped him a lot before. He wasn’t the type to overthink things.

But since the little book spirit was so cute, he figured he’d nurture it with some resources for a while longer.

After all, he was curious to see what kind of power a true god-level account book could unleash.

Once the battle started, would he just need to supply energy while the account book charged ahead to take down true god-level enemies?

“God of Wealth, put your account book away for now!”

The God of Theater waved his hand, grinning. “The God of Magic is on his way. He wants to ask you some questions in person.”

He paused, then chuckled, “The word ‘consult’ is spot on. The God of Magic has really studied Huaxia culture well.”

The Star God glanced at Su Wen and said, “Actually, you don’t need to put it away. I doubt the God of Magic will even recognize it as his spellbook when he gets here.”

Whether the book spirit understood the Star God’s words or not, the account book suddenly shone with an even brighter golden glow.

It looked so grand and luxurious that no one would ever mistake it for the God of Magic’s spellbook.

“Buzz!”

A teleportation magic circle lit up in the office area, and the God of Magic, dressed in a white robe, appeared before everyone.

“God of Wealth, it’s been a while!”

After nodding to the surrounding divine fate bearers, the God of Magic turned to Su Wen and said, “Last time we met, you were still pretending to be the God of Martial Arts.”

“I didn’t expect you to drop that identity this time.”

“It seems you’ve gained some self-defense abilities now.”

Su Wen nodded. “Pretty much. I’ve reached the Emperor Level limit in terms of life level, so I can handle myself in both the Arrow Realm and the main realm.”

The God of Magic was stunned, then shot a look of disbelief at the God of Theater.

“Why didn’t you tell me the God of Wealth had reached the Emperor Level limit?”

Were you just trying to see me shocked?