God's Seem Evil Too!

"The God of Peace and Justice has undeniably exhibited genuine wrath upon hearing his Son's name. However, the truth remains that under the protection of Lee JonHo, Min Hyun Wok managed to assail the celestial ground and abscond with a precious artefact," declared one of the Gods who stepped forward. Clad in ominous black robes, his countenance held a peculiar smirk, and his intimidating presence added an air of foreboding to the atmosphere.

'I don't like his smirk!' Yuri thought to herslef as she could not still adjust to the Goddess's lifestyle.

As if sensing her thoughts, his gaze locked onto Jacheongbi's, causing her to abruptly stop. Feeling exposed, She averted her eyes and attempted to conceal herself behind the figure standing before her. Jacheongbi reassured herself with the thought, 'He can't possibly hear my thoughts!' Yet, the smirk on his face widened, and he maintained unbroken eye contact, sending a shiver down her spine.

Another god, known for his serene voice and doe-eyed appearance, added his own sarcastic remark. "Maybe the underwater serenity has given you too much wisdom, Jirsan," he quipped, his angelic facade belying the mockery in his tone. Jacheongbi's gaze flickered from Jirsan, the God, to the one who had just finished speaking.

The God's low, serene voice and round, doe-eyed appearance imparted a complete antithetical perception of him. He advanced donning a gold crown that exquisitely ornamented the top of his head, giving him the appearance of an angel. He kept the sneer on his face as his cold blue eyes gazed down at the addressing God.

An ethereal silence crept upon the heavenly assembly as the two gods locked eyes in the magnificent Emperor Hall, creating a tense atmosphere. The weight of their conflicting powers seemed to freeze the air, creating an otherworldly stillness that echoed through the majestic hall.

"MinJunhi, don't tell me you are here to protect your bestfriend again? Don't you remember what happened last time?" The devilish smirk never left his face. 

The God named MinJunhi's eyes flashed with irritation, and the air crackled with tension as the sarcasm laced Jirsan's words reverberated through the hall. The Gods and goddesses exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of how the confrontation would unfold. Jirsan's smirk widened, clearly relishing the discomfort he was causing.

Jacheongbi, standing nearby, couldn't help but roll her eyes at the exchange. She found herself caught between the crossfire of divine banter, feeling a mix of amusement and trepidation. The sarcasm in the Emperor Hall seemed to reach its peak, and the celestial air buzzed with a charged energy.

As the two gods locked eyes, MinJunhi, unable to contain his anger any longer, retorted with a voice that thundered through the hall, "Enough of your insolence, Jirsan! You may find amusement in trivial matters, but the affairs of the divine are not to be taken lightly."

The hall, once again, fell into an uncomfortable silence, broken only by the lingering tension between the gods. Jirsan, still wearing his irreverent smirk, bowed mockingly and took a step back, his presence a spark in the cosmic drama that unfolded within the Emperor Hall. The divine spectators held their breath, waiting to see how the clash of words would manifest into the next act of celestial intrigue.

"I take full responsibility for what happened to the artifacts of the Heavenly Empire" Jacheongbi turned to the fimiliar voice, LeeJunHo walked with full grace as he entered the hall followed by his loyal general. 

Lee JunHo's expression remained composed, but a glint of annoyance flickered in his eyes. He acknowledged the silent scrutiny with a stoic nod, and then, with a voice that carried the weight of authority, he spoke, "I am ready for any punishment that The Heavenly Emperor dones on me"

The acknowledgment of responsibility surprised many, and a murmur of approval and relief rippled through the divine assembly. However, before the atmosphere could completely settle, Jirsan couldn't resist adding fuel to the fire.

The God couldn't resist injecting his signature sarcasm into the already charged atmosphere. With a theatrical bow and a mocking smile, he chimed in, "Ah, Lee JonHo, the paragon of celestial protection! Truly, your divine intervention knows no bounds. I'm sure the celestial ground felt truly secure under your watchful gaze."

A hush fell over the Emperor Hall as the gods exchanged incredulous glances. Lee JunHo's jaw tensed, and his piercing gaze bore into Jirsan, who seemed impervious to the tension he had just heightened.

MinJunhi could no longer contain his anger. "You dare mock the God of War, Jirsan? Have you no respect for the divine order?" he thundered, his voice echoing through the hall.

Jirsan, unfazed, merely shrugged and replied with a tone that dripped with sarcasm, "Respect, MinJunhi? Oh, forgive me, but I find it hard to take the divine order seriously when it's in the hands of those who can't even safeguard their own treasures."

The room erupted into a mix of gasps and subdued laughter. Lee JunHo's eyes flashed with a dangerous glint, his patience wearing thin. The Emperor Hall, once a place of celestial dignity, now brimmed with the sparks of divine tension, as gods took sides and alliances shifted in the wake of Jirsan's provocative comments. The smirk on Jirsan's face remained, a symbol of defiance that seemed to linger like a storm on the horizon.

MinJunhi, unable to tolerate Jirsan's insolence any longer, stepped forward, his eyes ablaze with righteous fury. "Jirsan, your mockery knows no bounds! Lee JunHo, has protected the Heavenly Empire with unmatched valor. Show some respect! Besides what eviden-"

But before MinJunhi could say more, Lee JunHo raised his hand, a silent signal for him to stand down. The God of War's gaze remained fixed on Jirsan, his expression hardened. With deliberate calmness, Lee JunHo unsheathed his mighty sword, its blade gleaming with celestial power.

"As the God of War, I accept responsibility for the loss of the artifacts," Lee JunHo declared, his voice resonating with authority. "But words alone won't mend the damage. If anyone questions my ability or questions the divine order, I offer a solution."

A ripple of anticipation surged through the room as the gods exchanged intrigued glances. Even Jirsan's smirk wavered, replaced by a hint of curiosity.

Lee JunHo continued, "I will relinquish my position as the God of War to anyone who can defeat me in solo combat. No tricks, no interference. A fair battle to prove my worthiness or lack thereof."

The Heavenly Emperor, a figure of wisdom and impartiality, nodded solemnly, acknowledging Lee JunHo's decision. The gods fell into a hushed silence, the weight of the challenge echoing through the grand hall.

MinJunhi, torn between defending his ally and respecting the challenge, could only watch as Lee JunHo, the God of War, strode to the center of the Emperor Hall, his sword held high. The tension in the air thickened as the gods awaited a challenger willing to test their mettle against the formidable Lee JunHo.

Jirsan, despite his usual sarcasm, couldn't deny the gravity of the moment. The Emperor Hall, once filled with divine banter, now held the promise of a momentous battle that would shape the celestial hierarchy. The smirk on Jirsan's face faded as he, like the rest of the gods, turned his attention to the unfolding challenge before them.