"So basically, you just want to fuck me?" Lukas asked, wanting to make sure he heard correctly.
Looking ahead, he couldn't help but find the jade beauty attractive.
Her thin, white dress perfectly accentuated her curves, barely holding back her D-Cup Divine Balloons. She had skin smoother than porcelain, every inch perfect.
The goddess gave him a sly, seductive smile that could command armies before the old man poofed her into smoke and tried to fuck him.
"W-well I wouldn't call it that." The old man, a small buff dwarf with the usual gray beard, said with a small chuckle.
"Well, what would you call expecting me to perform such a hard quest for practically no reward?"
"Our normal state of affairs," the dwarf said with a small smile before continuing, "come now, Lukas. No need to play pretend. It's perfectly fine that you enjoy dying for us."
'Lukas?'
His face betrayed no emotion as he studied the dwarf, but inside Lukas's mind was racing.
Of all the places he had expected to go after dying, this one had certainly never even crossed his mind.
After all, who would expect to suddenly find themselves in their brother's favorite game? As the worst extra, no less.
Sighing, Lukas said, "Sorry, but I've changed my policies recently. Following the guidance of some other gods, I've decided against living a life where I let all of you fuck me."
Hearing this accusation, the dwarf vehemently repeated his denial of 'Fucking him over.'
"I'm not exactly screwing you over..."
"J-just because it's a hard quest and you're likely to die..."
"I mean, you've done this for me so many times! What's changed!"
"I told you. I've been advised by some higher power to ask for rewards." Lukas responded simply, unwilling to just accept the quest.
Flustered, the dwarf yelled, "Is it about that stupid minotaur thing! I told you, I'm sorry he decapitated you!"
Smiling inside, Lukas rubbed his temples as if he feared them being cut apart at any moment. Then, with a soft voice as if looking for sympathy, he said, "I still feel pain every night. For a long time, I've been your closest and most trusted ally. All I ask for in return is that you give me some real rewards."
Because like hell he was going to live the life of the 'Divine Simp.'
He had already had enough of the bastard in his previous life. Since they shared the same first name–Lukas–his brother would constantly call him a simp.
Nope, he was going to take matters into his own hands. Starting with this god.
"Fine," the dwarf—the Low-Immortal God of Swords Physsus—said with a low sigh. "I think I have some things in my inventory I wanted to clear out."
Nodding his head in approval, Lukas uttered a low "thanks."
[System No. 91 received!]
[1 Common Bronze Sword acquired! DPS: 1]
'1?'
'Fucking 1?!'
"Hey, you're a god, aren't you?" Lukas asked Physsus.
Nodding enthusiastically, the god responded, "Yes, of course I am."
Shaking his head, Lukas said, "Then I'm sure you can do better than this, no?"
"How about this," Physsus began as a frown formed on his face, "You accept my gracious reward and go fetch my chalice, or I'll just kill you!"
...
"Ok." Stretching after his simple acceptance, Lukas waited for the god to give in.
It was quite obvious he wasn't going to actually kill him. Whatever the quest was, whatever he wanted the chalice for, he could tell the god took it very seriously.
And it wasn't like dying was all that bad anyway. The whole reason he was here was because he died. However, the last thing he was going to accept was living this new life in chains.
Physsus sat in silence for a few minutes, simply dumbfounded. When he spoke again, his voice was low and spiteful.
"I don't know what's gotten into you lately, but fine. Let's dance." Smirking, Physsus added, "I'll let you know I've been dealing with real heroes for millenia, though. If you want to back down, this is your only opportunity."
Putting on a innocent face, Lukas asked, "Back down? All I want is—"
Bang!!
A huge bang cut him off, followed with a bright light as if 1,000 nukes were set off. It was so blinding that even after raising his hand none of the light was blocked.
The light left just as fast as it came, leaving the 2 in an entirely different environment.
Looking down, Lukas felt his stomach churn.
'I- I'm in the sky... flying on a crowd.'
Raising his gaze to the god, Lukas saw a wide smirk envelope his face.
"So, you want to negotiate with a god, huh? You think that because I've sent you to your death a thousand times you earned the right to speak as an equal?"
A fierce light shone in his eyes as he summoned a large, double edged sword that was at least 8 feet long. Murderous intent flowed from the god like a waterfall as he stared down Lukas.
"Tell me, do you feel like an equal now?"
Even the wind began to cry from the pressure he emitted.
However, Lukas ignored the wind slapping against his face and shrugged. "Of course not. I could never hope to compare to such a benevolent god."
Smiling, the god lowered his aura for a second, thinking his point proved.
"However, I must still ask that you give me the best rewards, for I am a poor excuse of a hero. It is only with the heavy aid of someone as strong as you that I may retrieve the chalice."
"Otherwise," Lukas made a gesture of an object turning into smoke, "I'm afraid I'll be far too weak to help you."
Even though he was highly praised, the god lowered his eyes into a glare. However, there was some progress as he threw his sword to the side, where it landed innocently on a cloud.
"Fine then. We will create a contract." The god growled, watching Lukas intently.
Not backing down, Lukas asked, "Contract?"
A small breath of disbelief escaped the god's breath. "Yes, a contract. You wouldn't know about it, being a pawn and all that."
"Basically, each side makes a promise that they must uphold no matter what." Looking directly into Lukas's eyes, the god made his next words very clear. "Should you breach your contract, your very soul will be tattered along all of space and time, your name will be scourged from history and your very existence will be tortured for all of eternity. Still wanna continue, little hero?"
For the first time, Lukas faltered. Up until now, dying again was the only threat Physsus had. If this was true though...
'Doesn't matter. If I allow myself to just accept their quests for nothing, I'll live an eternity dying for petty quests. Unless I make sure to get the best rewards possible from this quest, I'm cooked.'
Resolve set in his heart, Lukas returned a confident gaze as he nodded his head.
"Hmm." Physsus murmured, surprise evident on his face. "Very well then."
Raising 3 fingers, Physsus said, "I will give you 3 special rewards. It is my promise that they have a very high potential and could prove useful in your quest. In return, I will add a very strict clause to your quest."
Excitement flashed in the god's s eyes as Physsus continued, "Should you fail to bring me my chalice within 30 days, you will forever be my slave."
"Done." Lukas said without a moment's hesitation.
"D- OK, done!" The god said, quickly correcting his stammer.
[Divine Perk: Infinite Wealth obtained!]
[Legendary Sword: Kharevir's Fang obtained!]
[Special Class token: A ~ SSS–Rank obtained!]
Before the notifications even finished popping up, Physsus said, "Bye!" And snapped his fingers.
The next second, Lukas was free falling through the clouds, only thousands of meters away from crashing into the ground.
Watching the insect fall, Physsus shook his head as he murmured to himself, "Have fun living the life of a real hero, kid. I won't be seeing you in 30 days."