I CHOSE to be a VILLAIN, not a THIRD-RATE EXTRA!!-Chapter 112: Council of Gods

Four scrolls—one of each type—were placed neatly into his storage ring for immediate use, while the remaining six found their place in his Inventory.

He applied the same methodical approach to the potions, reserving one Highest Grade Healing Potion and one Mana Potion for his storage ring while securing the remaining eight potions in his Inventory.

As for the Spirit Wine, he stored one bottle and a glass goblet in the storage ring. The other twenty-three bottles were safely stored in his Inventory. Yet, for this moment, he set aside the last bottle to enjoy.

The evening breeze swept through the room as Ashok opened the window, the cool air mingling with the soft glow of the moonlight pouring in. The silver light painted his room in gentle hues, reflecting off the cream-painted walls and the smooth red mat below.

Settling onto the bed, he held the last remaining bottle of Spirit Wine, the etched glass catching the moon's radiance. With a casual press on the neck of the bottle, the cork came undone, a faint sound accompanying the action.

The golden-red hue of the Spirit Wine shimmered in the goblet as Ashok delicately twirled it, releasing its rich aroma into the air. The scent was deep and alluring, evoking a subtle warmth that spread through him as he brought the glass to his lips.

Each sip carried with it a blend of flavors, complex yet soothing, as if crafted to perfectly complement the tranquil moonlit night.

The window remained open, letting in the cool breeze that played lightly against his skin. His crimson eyes gazed at the moon, its pale light bathing the room in serenity.

'This is the peace I could never find in my previous world,' he mused, a quiet sense of contentment settling over him. Refilling the goblet, Ashok savored another sip, allowing the moment to envelop him fully.

Minutes stretched into hours as the bottle slowly emptied, its contents becoming a fleeting memory of calm indulgence.

Once finished, Ashok carefully placed the bottle back into the wooden crate.

With the wine finished and his thoughts gently fading, Ashok laid himself down on the bed. The plush mattress welcomed him, its comfort pulling him into a deep sleep.

….

Somewhere in the Heavenly Realm, a council was taking place.

The thrones, intricately carved from celestial stone, formed a semicircle within the vast hall. Each throne bore unique patterns, symbolic of the domains of its occupant.

At the center, towering above the rest, sat the highest throne—a magnificent seat of crystalline light, adorned with radiant glyphs that danced like fireflies in the air around it.

Upon this throne sat a regal figure, a woman whose luminous white hair cascaded down her shoulders like waterfalls of silk. Her piercing gaze held authority and grace, commanding the room without the need for words.

She was the Goddess of Light, and her mere presence seemed to brighten the chamber itself, as though the room drew its energy from her being.

Around her, the other gods sat solemnly on their respective thrones, their forms shrouded in a quiet intensity. The God of Hammer, The God of Mist, The God of Darkness, and finally, the Goddess of the Sea.

All their gazes converged on the kneeling figure below—a man bound tightly in gleaming chains that emitted an otherworldly light, their power unyielding. The chains, held firmly by emotionless four-winged angels, dug into his form like an oppressive weight, silencing his strength and will.

His face, though proud, showed the toll of his confinement. He was the God of Fate, now stripped of his freedom as he faced the judgment of the Council of Gods.

The Goddess of Light rose from her throne with fluid elegance, her voice echoing across the chamber like the resonant chords of a divine instrument.

"This Council of Heavens to judge the crimes of the God of Fate shall now commence," she proclaimed, her tone filled with solemnity and absolute authority.

"Hahaha! This is how you treat me after I worked for everything," the God of Fate spat, his laughter sharp and bitter as he glared at the Goddess of Light. Hatred burned in his golden eyes, his pride refusing to bow to her authority.

The voice of the God of Mist broke through the tension, coming from the left of the Goddess of Light.

His figure remained blurred and shifting, an enigmatic silhouette whose ethereal presence was impossible to pin down. "KeKeke! Who do you think you are fooling? We all know what you've done," he said, his tone tinged with mockery and amusement.

The God of Fate's expression twisted in anger as his gaze snapped toward the misty form. "You stay out of this," he snarled, his voice dripping with venom as he tried to ignore the searing indignity of being mocked.

"Hehe! Why should I?" the God of Mist chuckled, unperturbed by the hostility. "This is the council... Wait! Why am I even wasting my time talking to you? Yo! Goddess of Light," his voice shifted seamlessly, addressing her instead,

"Why bother with all this ceremony? We all know what he's done. Just seal his divinity and toss him somewhere in the world—it would save us a lot of time."

The Goddess of Light, didn't so much as bat an eye at the God of Mist's suggestion. "It would be better if you maintain your integrity in the Council," she said, her tone carrying a quiet rebuke.

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"The final judgment will be determined by the vote, as is tradition. The God of Fate has the right to speak before the decision is made."

The God of Mist leaned back, his swirling, blurred form subtly shifting, his grumpy voice cutting through the air. "How unflexible…" he muttered, his irritation palpable but dismissed by the others.

Beside him, the God of Hammer remained distant from the ongoing tension, his dwarven figure noticeably shorter than the other gods. His eyes were closed, his mind wandering far beyond the confines of the council.

The vibrant images of his next creation swirled in his imagination, overtaking any interest he might have had in the proceedings.

For the God of Hammer, nothing outweighed the priority of his craft—a perfectionist entirely absorbed in the birth of his creations.

Across the chamber, seated opposite the Goddess of Light, was the God of Darkness. His handsome form was striking, though unsettling—the pitch-black void of his eyes seeming gouged and hollow, pulling attention despite his silence.

Those dark eyes remained fixed on the kneeling figure of the God of Fate, staring with unwavering intensity, as if observing the very essence of his defiance.

Breaking through the heavy silence, the voice of the Goddess of the Sea emerged with a gentle sadness.

Her flowing blue hair glimmered like ocean waves under moonlight, cascading down her shoulders, while her pristine blue eyes, like luminous pearls, reflected a sorrow she couldn't hide.

"Why did you break the oath, God of Fate?" she asked, her tone sincere, though tinged with quiet disappointment.

The God of Fate's head tilted upward, his chains rattling faintly as he met her gaze with a bitter contempt. "Don't try to act all sad," he spat, his voice sharp and cutting. "Do you think I don't know what you were planning behind my back?"

The atmosphere in the heavenly chamber grew tense as the voices of the gods clashed. The Goddess of the Sea, her pearl-like blue eyes still reflecting sadness, leaned forward slightly as she asked, "What are you talking about?"

Before the God of Fate could respond, the snickering voice of the God of Mist cut through the air, sharp and mocking. "Hehehe! What will he talk about? The God of Fate has gone insane after having his Divinity robbed by a mortal," he said, his blurred figure twisting faintly, his tone dripping with ridicule.

The insult ignited a furious response from the bound God of Fate, who shouted, "YOU SHUT UP RIGHT NOW!" His voice echoed through the chamber, raw and unrestrained, though stripped of divine tongue due to the chains sealing his powers.

The angels holding the chains remained unmoved, their expressionless faces a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding.

But the God of Mist was unrelenting, his laughter growing louder and more mocking. "I won't. Why should I listen to a God who lost to a mortal? HAHAHAH," he jeered, his words biting like cold steel.

The Goddess of Light turned her piercing gaze to the God of Mist. Her voice, steady and commanding,

"If your intention is to disrupt the council, you can leave, God of Mist,".

The God of Mist fell silent, his swirling form shifting subtly but offering no further interruption. The tension eased slightly as the focus returned to the Goddess of Light.

She addressed the God of Fate directly, her luminous presence demanding his attention. "Speak your mind, God of Fate. Just why did you break the oath?"

The God of Fate, his chains clinking as he struggled against their hold, shot an accusing glare at the Goddess of Light.

"Don't try to order me, Goddess of Light. Everything that has unfolded is because of you. If only your chosen Hero wasn't such a failure, this chaos could have been avoided. But you—just for the sake of your Hero—disrupted everything."

The Goddess of Light remained standing, her radiant form unwavering against his harsh words, but her brows furrowed slightly—a subtle crack in her otherwise impenetrable composure.

She said nothing, her silence sharpening the weight of his accusations.

Undeterred, the God of Fate pressed on, his voice rising with mocking bitterness. "You blessed your Hero with everything—power, favor, destiny. And what did he do? He squandered it all, chasing after women instead of fulfilling his purpose! Because of his foolishness, the World was doomed."

The biting tone in his words reverberated through the chamber, each syllable landing with impact. "As if the destruction of the World wasn't enough, you went as far as groveling before the Ancient Gods. And to think—the God of Time and Space actually agreed to your absurd demand. Pathetic."

Before he could continue, the Goddess of Light's voice cut through his tirade, calm yet laden with immense authority. "Watch your words, God of Fate," she said, her tone steady but carrying an undeniable pressure that bore down on him like an invisible weight.

However before the Goddess of Light could continue. The atmosphere in the chamber shifted abruptly as the oppressive pressure bearing down on the God of Fate vanished, dissipated in an instant.

The divine chains flickered, their glow dimming as an unseen force shielded the kneeling deity. All eyes turned toward the silent figure seated across from the Goddess of Light—the God of Darkness.

His presence was eerie and commanding, and for the first time during the council, he spoke. His voice was deep, resonant, and unwavering, carrying an authority that sent ripples through the air. "Let him complete. Don't interfere," he said, his gaze fixed firmly on the Goddess of Light.