"So basically, you just want to fuck me?" Lukas asked, making sure he heard correctly.
He couldn't deny that the jade beauty was attractive.
Her thin, white dress clung perfectly to her body, barely holding back giant D-Cup Divine Balloons. Light illuminated skin smoother than even porcelain, its every inch simply flawless.
The goddess gave him a sly, seductive smile that could command armies before the old man poofed her into smoke and tried to fuck him.
"W-well, I wouldn't call it that," the old man, a small buff dwarf with a typical gray beard, said with a chuckle.
"Then what do you call expecting me to perform such a difficult quest for practically no reward?"
"Our usual arrangement," the dwarf replied with a small smile before continuing, "Come now, Lukas. No need to pretend. It's perfectly fine that you enjoy dying for us."
'Lukas?'
His face betrayed no emotion as he studied the dwarf, but internally, Lukas's mind was racing.
He didn't know where he thought people went when they died, but this definitely wasn't it.
After all, who would expect to find themselves in their brother's favorite game? As the worst extra, no less.
Sighing, Lukas said, "Sorry, but I've changed my policies recently. Following guidance from some other gods, I've decided against living a life where I let all of you fuck me."
Hearing this accusation, the dwarf vehemently repeated his denial of 'fucking him over.'
"I'm not exactly screwing you over..."
"J-just because it's a tough quest and you're likely to die..."
"I mean, you've done this for me so many times! What's changed?"
"I told you. I've been advised by some higher power to ask for rewards," Lukas replied simply, unwilling to accept the quest without compensation.
Flustered, the dwarf yelled, "Is it about that stupid minotaur thing! I told you, I'm sorry he decapitated you!"
Smiling internally, Lukas rubbed his temples as if he feared them being cut apart at any moment.
Then, with a soft voice as if seeking sympathy, he said, "I still feel pain every night. For a long time, I've been your closest and most trusted ally. All I ask is for some real rewards in return."
Because like hell he was going to live the life of the 'Divine Simp.'
He had already endured enough from the bastard in his previous life. Since they shared the same first name—Lukas—his brother constantly called him a simp.
Nope, he was going to take matters into his own hands. Starting with this god.
"Fine," the dwarf—the Low-Immortal God of Swords Physsus—said with a low sigh. "I think I can clear out some things from my inventory."
Nodding in approval, Lukas muttered a low "thanks."
[System No. 91 received!]
[1 Common Bronze Sword acquired! DPS: 1]
'1?'
'Fucking 1?!'
"Hey, you're a god, aren't you?" Lukas asked Physsus.
Nodding enthusiastically, the god replied, "Yes, of course I am!"
Shaking his head, Lukas said, "Then I'm sure you can do better than this, right?"
"How about this," Physsus began, a frown forming on his face. "You accept my gracious reward and go fetch my chalice, or I'll just kill you!"
...
"Ok." Stretching after his simple acceptance, Lukas waited for the god to relent.
It was clear he wasn't going to actually kill him. Whatever the quest was, whatever he wanted the chalice for, Lukas could tell the god took it very seriously.
And dying wasn't all that bad anyway. The whole reason he was here was because he died. However, the last thing he was going to accept was living this new life in chains.
Physsus sat in silence for a few minutes, simply dumbfounded. When he spoke again, his voice was low and spiteful.
"I don't know what's gotten into you lately, but fine. Let's dance." Smirking, Physsus added, "I'll let you know I've been dealing with real heroes for millennia. If you want to back down, this is your only opportunity."
Putting on an innocent face, Lukas asked, "Back down? All I want is—"
Bang!!
A huge bang cut him off, followed by a blinding light as if a thousand nukes had gone off. It was so bright that even after raising his hand, none of the light was blocked.
The light faded as quickly as it came, leaving the two in a completely different environment.
Looking down, Lukas felt his stomach churn.
'I- I'm in the sky... flying on a cloud.'
Raising his gaze to the god, Lukas saw a wide smirk on his face.
"So, you want to negotiate with a god, huh? You think that because I've sent you to your death a thousand times, you earn the right to speak as an equal?"
A fierce light shone in his eyes as he summoned a large, double-edged sword that was at least 8 feet long. Murderous intent flowed from the god like a waterfall as he stared down Lukas.
"Tell me, do you feel like an equal now?"
Even the wind began to cry from the pressure he emitted.
However, Lukas ignored the wind slapping against his face and shrugged. "Of course not. I could never hope to compare to such a benevolent god."
Smiling, the god lowered his aura for a moment, thinking his point was proven.
"However, I must still ask that you give me the best rewards, as I am a poor excuse for a hero. It is only with the heavy aid of someone as strong as you that I may retrieve the chalice."
"Otherwise," Lukas gestured as if an object were turning into smoke, "I'm afraid I'll be far too weak to help you."
Even though he was highly praised, the god glared at him. However, there was some progress as he tossed his sword aside, where it landed innocently on a cloud.
"Fine then. We will create a contract," the god growled, watching Lukas intensely.
Not backing down, Lukas asked, "Contract?"
A small breath of disbelief escaped the god's lips. "Yes, a contract. You wouldn't know about it, being a pawn and all that."
"Basically, each side makes a promise that they must uphold no matter what." Looking directly into Lukas's eyes, the god made his next words very clear.
"Should you breach your contract, your very soul will be tattered across all of space and time, your name will be scourged from history, and your very existence will be tortured for all eternity. Still want to continue, little hero?"
For the first time, Lukas faltered. Up until now, dying again was the only threat Physsus had posed. If this was true, though...
'Doesn't matter. If I allow myself to just accept their quests for nothing, I'll live an eternity dying for petty quests. Unless I make sure to get the best rewards possible from this quest, I'm cooked.'
Resolve set in his heart, Lukas returned a confident gaze and nodded.
"Hmm," Physsus murmured, surprise evident on his face. "Very well then."
Raising three fingers, Physsus said, "I will give you three special rewards. It is my promise that they have a very high potential and could prove useful in your quest. In return, I will add a very strict clause to your quest."
Excitement flashed in the god's eyes as Physsus continued, "Should you fail to bring me my chalice within 30 days, you will forever be my slave."
"Done," Lukas said without a moment's hesitation.
"D- OK, done!" The god said, quickly correcting his stammer.
[Divine Perk: Infinite Wealth obtained!]
[Legendary Sword: Kharevir's Fang obtained!]
[Special Class token: A ~ SSS–Rank obtained!]
Before the notifications finished popping up, Physsus said, "Bye!" and snapped his fingers.
In the next moment, Lukas was free-falling through the clouds, only thousands of meters away from crashing to the ground.
Watching the insect fall, Physsus shook his head, murmuring to himself, "Have fun living the life of a real hero, kid. I won't be seeing you in 30 days."