48 Hours a Day

"Is your so-called survival just nesting in that bullshit Garden of Eden and surviving?" Ares smirked.

"Yes, in Eden we will become weaker than ever and lose most of our powers, but at least we will survive, and given the current situation, it is the most sensible choice."

Isis's words were echoed by many of the gods present, and some had even begun to research the location of Eden, as Lalaye's master could invade a person's spirit through dreams, so it wasn't easy to find a place that could be completely isolated from the outside world.

The gods who supported Isis even had someone mocking the main war faction led by Ares, "Isn't the reason you are not willing to support the Eden Project because you are not willing to give up your power, in the end the reason you are stronger than us is just to take advantage of the popularity, but when we wait for Eden, everything will start all over again and everyone will be on the same page, and after that To each his own."

Ares was exasperated and laughed, "Oriadus, don't forget who saved you from the New Gods, without us, you trash would have been eaten alive by those hungry New Gods even more."

Freya was also a member of the main war faction, but she didn't speak much at the meeting until Ares in his full rage spat out the words, Freya's heart sank and she knew that Ares had made a fatal mistake.

It was true that after the Ares' words, many of the centrists who were still wavering began to lean towards the Eden Project, after all, no one wanted to be a loser all the time.

In Eden they might have a hard time at first, but as Isis said, this time everyone would be on the same page once again, and it was a rare opportunity, especially for those gods whose power was getting weaker and weaker.

Freya, seeing that things were going badly, resolutely asked for a half-hour recess, and although the proposal was accepted by the presiding officer of the meeting, Justitia, the main warring faction side, led by Ares, understood that a split was inevitable.

"This kind of meeting is a complete waste of time, those cowards have already been scared out of their wits, they won't continue to fight even if we break our mouths."

On the lawn outside the house, seeing that the surrounding area was mostly filled with their own people, Ares couldn't help but complain.

"Then what do you have in mind?" Freya looked relatively calm, though, and seemed unsurprised by the outcome, but asked, "Now that most of the gods are inclined to support the Eden Project, it's true that we're the only ones left who can't fight that guy anymore."

"If only Gaim were still around." Bardel suddenly sighed.

Gaim, the God of Games, although a new god, was one of the few who was both welcomed by the new god and respected by the old, and he had set the rules of the game that ended the gods' millennia-long war and established a new order for the divine realm.

Although there are usually many people who complain that he is too lenient and miss the barbaric and free times of the past, but when it comes to the present critical juncture of life and death, the first thing that comes to mind is Gaim.

It was just that Gaim did not disappear sooner or later, but disappeared at this fatal time, if he was present at this meeting, then whether it was battle or flight, the gods would definitely be able to reach an agreement, no, if he was present, there might not be this meeting at all, because back when Lalaye's master had just descended into Zhang Heng's body, when he was still in the weak stage, Gaim had already been dealt with by Gaim.

Seeing time ticking away, the main warring faction's side could never come up with any sufficient reason to convince the others, other than continuing to complain.

And Ares noticed that Freya still seemed a little distracted, just looking silently across the lawn as the other gods tried to find a solution.

There on a bench sat a short, chubby man in a suit and tie, with meticulously combed hair and an exaggerated moustache on his lips, his whole body looking like it had stepped out of an old photograph from the 19th century.

At this moment, he was neither participating in the discussion on the main war faction's side, nor mixing with the people who wanted to carry out the Eden Project, but was holding a slice of toasted bread that had just come out of the kitchen, enjoying the sunshine while pinching off a little crumb of bread to feed to the group of sparrows in front of him from time to time.

But just as he was about to throw out the last bit of bread left in his hand, the group of sparrows on the ground suddenly took wing and flew away.

The moustached man looked up to see a group of gods, led by Ares, walking up to him.

"Have you come here to bask in the sun as well?"

"No, we want to know where the hell Gaim is now." Ares was polite, though the other was a new god.

"It's not just you guys, I'm quite curious to know." The moustachioed man spread his hands, looking as if he couldn't help it.

As a result, the next moment Freya stepped forward, "Some say that Gaim fled early because he feared the Lord of Lalaye."

"That's quite an interesting theory," the moustachioed man raised his eyebrows with interest, "What do you think?"

"I think it's nonsense, there's simply no other god besides Gaim who would be willing to put so much effort into regulating the strife between the new gods and the old when he sits on the throne, and I don't think such a leader would actually leave us behind when we need him the most."

"Well, I was quite surprised when he first suggested to me that he was going to use games instead of war to settle the strife between the gods, I thought that an otaku like him would find such a thing too much trouble, and I laughed at him at the time, I told him that war and peace are like two sides of the same coin, you can't eliminate one side and keep the other.

"The game may bring peace for a while, but the conflict still builds up, and sooner or later the new gods and the old gods will fight again, but of course, I didn't expect it to end this way, and I have to say it's a pretty black humor ending." The bearded man chuffed.

"Did he leave because he was disappointed in us?" Ares, "So trying to give up on us, like those guys over there trying to give up on humans?"

"From what I understand of him, he shouldn't be like that."

"Don't sell yourself short, you're on the best of terms with him, what does Gaim want to do, can't you tell us now that it's come to this?" Apollo looked the most anxious, "Every second we delay, the guy in the sea is getting stronger, and then even if Gaim is willing to do something, I'm afraid it will be too late."

The moustache on the resulting chair just smiled at the news, "No matter what happens, we should all have hope, for hope is always our strongest weapon."

It was just that his platitudes were clearly not satisfying to the gods in front of him, and eventually Ares and the others who saw no more questions could only walk away disappointed.