My System Just Exploded, And You Ask Me to Become a God?-Chapter 67 --He’s the Only One Who’s Not Serious

Chapter 67: Chapter67-He’s the Only One Who’s Not Serious

Even Leit, who attended the same academy as Joad, was stunned by what had just happened.

Where did this heir of the Crimsonflame Marquis suddenly appear from? And how was Joad chatting and laughing with her like they were lifelong friends?

Ivy stood frozen in place.

Ever since they had entered the so-called Nova Banquet, Joad’s wild and unpredictable actions had come one after another.

She couldn’t make heads or tails of anything anymore.

As for Third Prince Baphomet?

He was currently holding onto a tree trunk, laughing so hard he could barely stay upright.

Belzebuth trembled with rage. Seeing this, Clark quickly tried to explain to Vanessa:

"Miss Vanessa, please don’t misunderstand! Those so-called ’gifts’ weren’t bribes or anything underhanded—they were just little surprises we prepared for you! After all, you’re the Crimsonfla—"

Before he could finish, Vanessa shot him a piercing glare.

Belzebuth immediately stopped him from continuing.

They both realized something terrifying:

No matter how they tried to explain it now, those gifts would still look like bribes—bribes given to Vanessa purely because she was the Crimsonflame Marquis’s heir.

Joad grinned.

Feigning surprise, he added,

"Ohhh, so you weren’t bribing her? You were just... doing exactly what I described earlier—shamelessly fawning over her without her consent, throwing yourselves at her cold indifference without even thinking whether she’d approve?"

"You’re twisting everything!"

Belzebuth nearly exploded on the spot.

He was the Crown Prince of the Luminous Pearl Kingdom—a noble figure, second only to the king himself.

Why should he humble himself like this before a mere marquis’s heir?

But then—Baphomet’s words shattered what little pride Belzebuth had left.

Baphomet stepped up beside Vanessa and offered a mild apology.

"Miss Vanessa, please don’t be angry. My brother... he doesn’t mean any harm."

Hearing this, Belzebuth’s expression softened a little.

Though Baphomet usually opposed him, they were still blood brothers.

Surely, in a moment like this, Baphomet would stand by his side.

But then Baphomet continued,

"What he wants is the Crimsonflame Marquis’s support.

That way, he can forge ties with the Pyrothian Kingdom, and eventually—

Use their strength to turn around and devour the Luminous Pearl Kingdom from the inside."

"Sure, that idea might be treasonous enough to warrant three executions from our father the King...

But I assure you, his intentions were good."

"BAPHOMET!"

Belzebuth roared, glaring at his younger brother.

He felt his blood rush to his head, his vision darkening. He nearly lost his footing.

He cursed himself for ever trusting his brother, even a little.

This guy had no mercy—not even for his own family.

Meanwhile, Joad simply stood there, beaming.

Exposing Belzebuth’s plan in front of everyone, and not just anyone—it had to be another prince speaking.

Only then would the accusation carry true weight.

Kicking someone when they’re down—Baphomet had clearly mastered the art.

For a brief moment, Joad felt like he and Baphomet were really hitting it off.

Noticing Joad’s glance, Baphomet smiled back.

Two master schemers, their eyes meeting, seemed to reach an unspoken understanding.

Vanessa’s expression, meanwhile, was dark as thunder.

Her fists clenched tightly as she growled through gritted teeth:

"Get out. All of you. GET OUT."

As the host of this banquet, Vanessa couldn’t lay hands on the Crown Prince or his entourage.

But she had every right to throw them out of an event held in her name.

"Miss Vanessa, I—"

Clark tried to defend himself, but Belzebuth yanked him back and said coldly,

"Don’t you know when to shut up? We’re leaving!"

Clark hung his head and quietly followed Belzebuth away.

Among the other young elites who had come to attend the banquet, some chose to leave with the prince.

Others remained, whispering amongst themselves.

"Yikes... After today, His Highness’s influence in the kingdom might take a major hit."

"What makes you say that?"

"Think about it. First, he pissed off that Ilan guy Joad. No one expected Vanessa to be an old friend of his—and not just her, even Third Prince Baphomet seems to be standing with him."

"That means Belzebuth has now offended three separate forces—Ilan Royal Academy, the Crimsonflame Marquis, and Prince Baphomet. How can that not be a disaster?"

"Huh... when you put it like that..."

Hearing this analysis, most of the young attendees were stunned.

Offending three powers at once in such a short time?

Was the Crown Prince trying to get himself killed?

Vanessa heard them too, but paid them no mind.

She quickly turned back to Joad.

Noticing this, Baphomet waved and chuckled,

"What a performance today was, eh? Joad, I’ve got other matters to attend to. But next time there’s a show this juicy, be sure to invite me again!"

"Of course. I won’t forget."

Joad smiled politely and waved goodbye to the third prince.

Then Vanessa stepped forward and bowed deeply to Joad.

"Mr. Joad, I’m so sorry. I was in my room preparing my speech and had no idea what was happening outside..."

"It’s fine."

Joad waved it off.

"This whole mess may have started because of you, but you weren’t really responsible.

You were just used as a pawn by the crown prince and his crew."

"But I’ll offer you one piece of advice—

If you plan to host another event like this, be very careful about who you invite."

"Not everyone is worth befriending."

"...I understand."

Vanessa nodded earnestly.

She then glanced down at her pocket watch—

And suddenly froze.

Joad looked puzzled.

"What’s wrong?"

"N-nothing!"

Vanessa’s voice was rushed.

"I have a meeting with the Marquis. I’m already late. We’ll talk next time, Mr. Joad!"

With that, she turned on her heel and vanished before Joad even had time to raise his hand to say goodbye.

Meanwhile, Leit and Harvey, who had been watching everything unfold, both stood in stunned silence.

"...Joad really is... full of surprises," Leit muttered. "Is this some kind of family trait from House Whide?"

He turned to Harvey.

Harvey sighed helplessly.

"Don’t look at me. I don’t know what’s up with him either.

At home, he’s usually pretty quiet. But once he entered the academy..."

Leit panicked and cut him off.

"Hey! Don’t say that—our academy’s reputable, okay? It’s just... he’s the only one like this..."

The two exchanged a glance.

And suddenly, they both understood—

Neither House Whide nor Ilan Royal Academy had a problem.

The only one who was out of line... was Joad himself.