"Yes."
"What bet? You may not know, but I also quite enjoy betting with others."
"Betting on him."
As he spoke, the Prankster God pointed at Levi, who was watching the scene unfold.
Levi frowned slightly, remaining silent.
Edmund asked, "Betting on what about him?"
"It's simple, betting whether he can reach Level 11 within ten millennia."
"Betting on a junior is dull. Why not bet on me instead?"
"Fine by me, how much of your lifespan remains?"
"Three thousand years."
"Let me think... Then let's bet if you can reach Level 11 within three thousand years. If you succeed, I'll demote myself from my divine persona and descend into the mortal world. If you fail, after your death, you'll become my subordinate god, ignite the divine fire, and abandon the wizard's path."
"Agreed."
"Such decisiveness, you have a lot of confidence in yourself."
"Without confidence, how could I be the Grand Council Chairman?"
