Surviving The Fourth Calamity-Chapter 1589 - 167: The Juiciest Melon

Hill felt Triton was a bit pathetic.

He still didn’t know that the woman who deceived him and tried to vie for ocean authority with him could possibly be his grandmother or great-grandmother.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t cooperate with William so honestly.

It’s not that he would have feelings for those two goddesses, but after all, they come from the same God System. As long as Zeus isn’t standing there, they can discuss things... If the benefits are sufficient, Triton isn’t unremovable.

Even if it’s the Goddess of the Sea who first schemed against Triton, it’s the same.

The Greek Gods have survived through mutual scheming... The winner takes all, and the loser not only has to give away his wife and child but must also resign to his fate; if he can even enjoy some scraps, he can live quite well.

They call themselves deities but live like a troop of monkeys, surviving purely on instinct without any need for morals or ethics.

Therefore, rivals connected to divinity are their greatest enemies. The moment they pose any threat, the conflict turns into a fight to the death.

But at other times, even when higher, lower, or peer deities mess with them, they won’t endanger their lives in revenge... After all, if given the opportunity, they wouldn’t resist kicking a deity they don’t know or have no relation with while it’s peering over a cliff’s edge.

Of course, if it were Zeus, he might unleash a cannon before kicking the victim down.

After all, when he’s in the mood for pretty donkeys... regardless of gender... he can get on.

As long as the backside is big and round enough, you see, just like the monkey king!

Although his wife is fixed, any female or male monkey within the troop belongs to him.

He can hit whenever he wants, scold whenever he feels like, do... whatever he pleases.

Contrarily, Triton was a bit more normal, especially since his biological mother was actually the pure Sea God, diluting the madness from the Greek Gods quite a bit.

He was closer to the sea than Poseidon and shared a rather indifferent relationship with Mount Olympia.

His approach leaned more towards the chaotic nature of the Ocean God system, rather than the outright chaos of the Greek Gods.

And the Lady of Pain, her mannerisms had a flavor of her father’s.

Like the Mark City she created, only for the city’s creations to be persuaded by Eosca to become followers, yet she couldn’t execute this traitor... That’s very Poseidon-like.

So Hill could deeply understand William’s tight-lipped stance over this merman, not knowing if Triton might rush over and yell "Grandma".

As for Eosca on the other side also cooperating by following William’s rules... hehehe, knowing well of Toril’s affairs between the Undead Tribe and Moon Clan, how could the God of Portals think the Moon Clan could win?

Eosca hasn’t even set up his own Temple; the altar was for the Moon Clan... From the day he abandoned Alexis, he had essentially given up on outmaneuvering the World of Aesces.

Triton and Aesces both understood this.

It was rare for Aesces’s attention to be completely focused on the ocean, giving Eosca a slight reprieve, hoping to endure this period quietly.

The Lady of Pain knew he was in this world, making Aesces redundant to him.

The day Eosca moved to the desert, he had already ceded control over this world... Now, his primary focus was observing the Lady of Pain’s moves and, while diverting her attention, finding a world more suitable for his manipulation.

This cooperative stance from Eosca was partly in avoiding offending the Elf Deity System trailing Mark City.

Indeed, he could casually open portal passages, but Correllon, while unable to stop the opening, could collapse the passage.

Deities with control over magic divinity are tough adversaries; They can leverage the power of law and source.

Thus, Moon Clan members willing to engage in faction wars also emerged on the desert side.

After all, while the Undead Tribe over here was also brutal, their numbers were nowhere near as many as the seaside cities.

Then, over the subsequent month, this strange triangular battlefield maintained a sort of balance... The Undead Tribe faced off against two, yet internally squabbled amongst themselves. Though they had the upper hand, they occasionally let a loss or two slip when their hind legs were crippled.

For the Moon Clan, they felt some hope, no longer stuck in the endless loss loop.

However, amidst this harmonious chaos, Hill watched as tens of thousands gathered in the valley under his watchful eye.

He could truly understand why the Undead Tribal side in the desert would lose.

With at least half the people gone, without much reinforcement, and internal strife ongoing, could they not lose?

Since obtaining the sanctioned ownership of the main battlefield in Eden from William, many Undead Tribe families openly blamed the Proud Sky Alliance’s blunders... Yet the betrayal by "White Sail Dian Dian" and "Ji Lanyuan" was well known, with the Proud Sky Alliance losing not in battles against enemies but due to traitors.

If it were anyone else... I mean, with such a slew of spies around, the enemy knowing their every move, and if not for Hill’s habit of placing his demigod pets alongside Undead Tribe gatherings to eavesdrop on meetings, the Proud Sky Alliance’s high-ups might have been entirely wiped out... They probably wouldn’t have been capable of even the two skirmishes Proud Sky Alliance endured.

Thus, this blame never coalesced into a sonic wave.

Betrayed and heartbroken, the Proud Sky Alliance went their own way.

Then... it was time for me to take the stage!

Who the hell would listen to orders from your Eden and a woman full of lies?

You say the main battlefield should heed you, but if I don’t go, won’t that be enough?

Fight your main battlefield battles yourselves!

Eventually, when I sweep the world, with my forces growing to Proud Sky Alliance’s level, I’ll squeeze you useless guys out of the main field.

The acts of swallowing up and rebelling, splitting and merging played out across all the Undead Tribe cities this month.

People guessed Hill’s mindset quite well, from just viewing "Snow Cloud Peak" through the eyes of Lily of the Valley initially, to eventually assisting them in creating big crystalline energy screen TVs.

Simultaneous small screen viewings weren’t enough... then, a single TV wasn’t enough.

Sadly, Hill could only handle crystalline energy tube TVs... His time in school coincided with this tech’s downturn; the production methods were already publicized when many research groups during Hill’s high school days started with this stuff for suitability in cost.

As for whether the Undead Tribe could develop something advanced, it all depended on their inclination.

In the World of Aesces, it was easiest to embark on tech research.

He transformed energy into power sources, and whether it was electric energy or the unique energy from the Undead World, the main distinction was the magnitude.

Yet, up till now, even knowing the means, the Proud Sky Alliance folks showed little interest in attempting... This tech was honestly simple, and Hill didn’t intend to keep it secret.

Ultimately, the real utility lay in the tablets connected to these TVs.

Without William’s permission, how could connection lines appear on a tablet?

They merely used this method to circumvent Aesces’s restrictive spells.

The TV invention, for practical life use, required too many components, and Hill wasn’t interested.

Ismael naturally knew how to manage TVs, but hadn’t; they weren’t too practical in Aesces!

He hadn’t even sourced ancient movies or anything.

His possibly vibrant life & dramatics served up anytime might’ve been factors... Still, the wealth of petty tasks with such devices left him dismissive.

With a tablet controller suddenly appearing amidst his multi-layer TV wall, Hill finally settled down rudely.

He easily decoded William’s hint.

This incident likely involved some bigwig who valued it, yet the bigwig wasn’t keen on intervening personally.

William also desired keeping this low-profile, employing subtle maneuvers.

Truthfully, even without incentives, Hill wouldn’t choose to leave Aesces now.

Not due to potential outside troubles... Like a conniving Lady of Pain perhaps.

Inside Hill’s mind, all the melons of Toril couldn’t rival this one from the God of Time and Space.