Mayhem, for once, was very thoroughly entertained. He hadn't seen a [DUNGEON] this interesting in at least two thousand years! Not to mention the core controlling it. Every expectation had been subverted, and he could only hope it continued on its path.
Life as a god was boring. Boring boring boring. Even with a domain such as Chaos, there was only so much to see. Wars, invasions, revolutions, and all those other mortal squabbles lost their charm after only the first millennia. Armies couldn't hold a candle to his strength, so he wasn't exactly kept on the edge of his seat watching them fight.
And the Rules! The cursed, revolting, horrible Rules. His equal and opposite, the god Edict. The creator of the annoying System that had limited his options for entertainment even more. Sure, elves and dwarves and all the other insignificant pests were actually a bit powerful now, but that power wasn't just contained. It was fucking cataloged!
All the fire under [PYROMANCY], all the rocks under [GEOMANCY], and all the ice under [CRYOMANCY]. On and on it went, with only a few interesting ones remaining. And even those got their own label, a little 'Edict was here', just to mock him.
But finally, FINALLY, Mayhem had an opportunity to take something back. The new [DUNGEON], in particular a certain [LIEUTENANT]. The little shit bit Edict's System. Fucking bit it! And stole from that bitch Nyx too! Truly a lizard of culture, might even have to make it an [BLESSED], use Edict's own System against him. That would be even more entertaining than the last battle with the Legion of Chance.
The lizard, however weak, was a link to the world of Adtalani. A link to Edict. A link to vengeance.
And it had a rather good taste in interior decorating as well. Mayhem, like any god worth their domain, could enter the dreams of his devout. Or, those who gained his affinity. Luckily, the lizard seemed to take napping just as seriously as breathing.
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The dream was a grand throne room, much like the place he had banished that little wraith from. He still had no idea how something that wasn't even level ten had managed to pull him into a pocket realm, but that wasn't the point. It seemed that the little reptile had an insatiable lust for gold, in its own dreams especially.
The floor was made of golden tiles, the pillars holding up the ceiling were gold, and the throne itself nearly outshone his divine glow. Nearly being the keyword. His red glow cast an amazing light show on the piles and piles of wealth scattered throughout, the color covering every nook and cranny of the room.
He twirled one of the coins in his claws, admiring the detail. Normally, dreams were quite vague with 'background' objects, but every coin was perfectly rendered. With the minor change of displaying the lizard's head instead of the king's silhouette, of course.
And scampering over the sea of these coins, was the little shit itself.
"OFF, OFF! THRONE MINE! MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE!"
It launched itself at him jaws first, but Mayhem simply caught it with a laugh.
"Well, well, well. You finally noticed me. Not quite the welcome I was hoping for, but such ferocity must be applauded. How would you like to make a deal, little one? We share a common enemy, the Rules. Together, we might just get rid of them. Along with their creator. How does that sound little one? No Rules ever again. And all you need to do, is let me give you a few gifts."
The lizard's eyes dilated immediately, the pinpricks filling with rage and hunger. Useful emotions. Of course, Mayhem had omitted a truth or two from his proposal, but lighten up! He was the god of Chaos, he had to have a little fun. And if that fun came in the manner of giving a major blessing to a being that could barely speak, who could blame him. Not the lizard, as it would either be in his debt or a fine red mist. Chaos mana wasn't exactly painless to have injected into your soul.
"Midas strong! Rules tasty! RULES DIE!"
A smile crept onto Mayhem's face.
"Yes little one, yes they will."
And with that, he stripped away the useless touch of Nyx, and replaced it with his own. For the first time in centuries, a [BLESSED OF MAYHEM] descended to Adtalani. This was going to be fun.
And win or lose, it would be so very entertaining.