Demonic gods

After my question, the four hooded figures were kind enough to give me a solid explanation about what I had just experienced.

Apparently, those four demons are all demonic gods, and the only ones who roam- within this world. They area few bunch of neutral gods that do not side with any particular race. Their purpose of course, is still a scheming one, because the only reason as to why they are neutral, is because they want to be entertained by the chaos that equality creates. They give everyone they find worthy, a share of their power. In exchange, one has to give them enough entertainment. If not, the gifted power would be removed from the chosen one.

At often times, without any reason, a chosen's power got removed mid-battle. As a result, the chosen one dies, which serves those demonic gods some entertainment, and causes balance to be brought amongst the various races again. Usually, those gods only do it as a joke, and not exactly for the balance of power.

That is what the leaders of the syndicate believes, at the least.

Nonetheless, even if those gods are very scheming, the syndicate still borrows their power. The reason why, is because there is no loss in borrowing their power. As long as the syndicate is smart enough to not face an opponent that is too strong, they will remain. The power of the gods is just to make things more efficient and easier for the syndicate, simply said. Hence why, to the syndicate, it is an absolute rule to not rely on external power, but on oneself instead.

Truly, the leaders of the syndicate have some wisdom of their own…

"Why didn't you all tell me about this before?! Ahhh!" I yelled out loud. My knees were on the ground, my head up high… I was complaining to the heavens.

Obviously, I felt dissatisfied after having heard their explanation. If they had told me such crucial information before, I would have definitely been prepared, and might have even come up with an amazing plan to reverse scheme those damned devils!

This is so unfair! Ahhh! I hate it when people always tell you the important things when it's too late! It's like that one time when my dormmate asked me to prepare food, and only told me later that it's for his pet! I cooked his damn pet for god sakes! Like… How was I supposed to know that his Crab was a pet?! He literally told me to prepare some food while placing his Crab beside the cooking pot!

Communication! Learn to communicate! Ahhh!

I really want to slap these leaders of the syndicate…

I'm too weak to do that though…

Tch!

"Tell me… Can those demonic gods intervene in this world. Like, can they come to this world to kill whoever they wanted, as long as they desired?" I muttered not too long after I had let out my pitiful screams.

"No, they can not. From the few answers that we had gotten over the years, they seem to be restricted from interacting with mortals. They did mention that they can be called demonic gods due to them also being a part of the corrupted." The hot leader who had been attending me the entire time, answered professionally.

I think it was her… I'm not sure if it was actually her behind the cape. They all look the same with the illusion that their robes give off.

"Heh? How are we able to interact with them then, when clearly, we're also mortals?" I got so confused by her statement. Surely, it can't be that the way to connect to them, is through coom, right? That's just stupid.

Should I even be surprised though? I mean… The magic in this world does include weird stuff like that…

"It's simple actually. We're corrupted." The one who I had been talking to, replied with such a short and complicated answer.

Seriously. These people and their lack of clear communication… Explain to me like I'm a five year old, damn it!

"What?" I just gave the leader in front of me a look of confusion.

I had nothing else to say…

So, I simply gave up using my brain…

"We from the syndicate are all beings born with a bit corruption within our blood. We're partly demonic. That's why, with the power of PP energy, we are able to transcend our mind to the plane that our ancestors reside in." Was the leader's better explanation.

"It's a ritual that we copied from the Phoenix-blood races. Since they can connect to the godly phoenix, origin of their sacred blood, why can't we do the same?" The leader continued to explain in case I was still confused.

"Ah… I see…" I finally understood the gist of what they were trying to say.

"Alright. Let me in again. It will work this time. I will get chosen. I assure you." I told the four with a face full of heroic charm. My dreadful look was nowhere to be seen anymore, as it had already disappeared as fast as a irresponsible father would upon hearing that he was a father.

The dreadful look on my face was replaced with one of seriousness. I was ready, ready to face the demonic gods again. Most importantly though, I was ready to initiate a perfect plan of mine that would rip their pockets off.

"No, that we can not do." The leader's answer was quite blunt.

"Heh?"

Again, I didn't take the effort to use my brain, and only used an expression of my face to get a more satisfying answer.

"Not now that is. If you really want to, we can go for another try tomorrow. Our PP energy is too little at the moment, because you've absorbed it all to transcend your mind." The leader explained to the degraded to a five year old brain of mine.

"Laili. Bring him back. Since he's planning to do the trial again, we'll continue everything tomorrow." The leader commanded right after giving me her detailed explanation.

"Also, you. You have enough time to think about it. If you don't want to continue, tell the lady Laili about it." The leader spoke again, and this time, her attention was focused on me again.

Not too long after the leader's words, I was teleported back to the surface...