Diary of Guarding Monster Girls

"The best ones are those organizations with Epic and Saint level powers, only they have the strength to counter my prophecy and block my sight."

"Alright, the work is done."

Then, without paying any attention to the reaction of the God of Sand and Stone, He directly withdrew His incarnation and left completely.

Sodlin departed decisively, without any hesitation.

He couldn’t be bothered to retaliate against the brazen mortal who dared to take action against Him.

At this moment, Sodlin’s mind was preoccupied with only one thing: to complete His crafting, using the Snake Eye of the Snake of Knowledge to make the staff ascend fully.

That is the real matter of importance!

As for whether or not to seek revenge on the mortal who dared to defy Him, it was inconsequential to Him.

If He could find the person, a symbolic retaliation would suffice to make them understand the consequences of disrespecting the Divine.

If He couldn’t find them, it wouldn’t have much impact; it wasn’t worth the effort to search.

After all, He was here to help someone with work. As a diligent worker, one shouldn’t bring personal emotions into work.

During work, try to focus on the task instead of discussing personal feelings.

Love and hate don’t matter; the real priority lies in the enhancement of one’s own skills.

"...But, ’snake,’ huh?"

Before a towering, gigantic furnace, the elderly dwarf with a thick gray beard slowly opened His eyes, gazing down at the material already in His hand—the Knowledge Snake Eye.

In light of His prophecy being easily countered and the keyword "snake," He couldn’t help but think of a long-lost special race.

That race possessed innate talent in countering prophecies, and even the Divine could suffer if careless.

"Could it be the Snake of Knowledge? Has this race not been extinct? Has a new one emerged?"

Sodlin pondered for a while, then slowly shook His head.

"No matter, it has nothing to do with me."

"Anyway, my staff has gathered the last Snake Eye. Unless higher quality of similar material is found, it means little to me."

"The Epic Level Snake of Knowledge? Hah, it no longer exists."

He stroked the large eye embedded at the top of the Divine Artifact, reigning in His wandering thoughts.

Impossible.

Knowledge has been collectively sealed by the Gods, preventing any conditions for their rebirth.

...

...

Mist Mountain Range.

"Are you aware you’ve been targeted?"

Ophidia, who had been elated by Her "resistance" and "victory," had no trace of laughter on Her face. With a slight frown, She looked at the "innocent" Herbert.

"Eh?"

Herbert blinked in response, instinctively shrank his neck, hesitated for a moment, and asked uncertainly, "Do you mean... you’ve already targeted me, right?"

Eh, what kind of rustic flirtation is this?

Seems like I underestimated you.

To think that with those eyebrows and sincere eyes, you would utter such earthy remarks.

"Me, targeting you? What are you talking abo—mm!!?"

A worried Ophidia was caught off guard by Herbert’s words, and her reaction was a beat slower before realizing the issue.

"Her! Bert! You’re talking business!"

Frustrated, Ophidia gritted her teeth, wrapping her snake tail around Herbert’s waist, shaking him back and forth frantically to vent Her embarrassment.

As for why anger mixed with a bit of shyness, that remained unclear—Herbert, being kind-hearted, chose not to delve into the matter.

"Whoa, stop, stop! Dizzy, dizzy, I’m really going to puke—"

And feeling like his brain was being stirred, Herbert’s words of surrender finally made Ophidia release him.

Ophidia didn’t notice Herbert’s dizziness was mere acting, and instead seriously asked about the business.

"Herbert, you’ve just been prophesied, didn’t you notice? Do you have any leads on the person who did it?"

Just now, if Ophidia hadn’t been beside him to immediately sense the prophecy’s flare and counter it, he would have been completely exposed to the other party.

"A prophecy? Let me think."

Upon hearing this, Herbert also put away his playful demeanor and seemed to turn serious to start thinking.

And why he seemed so, it’s because the question didn’t require much thought.

Wasn’t it clear who prophesied him?

Honestly, he couldn’t exactly pinpoint which one.

He was simply too popular; the number of suspects was slightly abundant.

Either the Earth Pantheon folks planned to take revenge on him, or the Evil Faction Divine intended to eliminate him early, possibly even a twisted psychopathic God...

But, it was precisely those individuals; who they specifically were didn’t matter much.

Rather, the curiosity lay in how he got spotted by the other party.

However, with a bit of reflection, reviewing the earlier actions, he could determine where exactly the issue arose.

It wasn’t that the other party’s methods escalated, but there was oversight on his side.

The reason he got caught was entirely due to his earlier attempts to court Ophidia, when the stardust bloomed the brightest, he deliberately manipulated the space by clearing a patch of mist.

The moment the starry moonlight descended was also when Herbert voluntarily exited the Mist Mountain Range’s protection, exposing his existence.