Villain Retirement - Chapter 881

Chapter 881: Randall Gentle

"Why are you fighting each other like savages!?"

"R...Randall!"

The red-skinned humanoid, Randall, brushed his hands across the four horns on top of his head. A sort of rhythmic tune, singing in the air with each of his fingers tapping on his horns; strips of neon lights then started dancing around his horns, and before the lights could grow wild, Randall pulled his hands away, grabbing the lights with him and turning them into some sort of energy weapon that hovered around his arms.

Magic, or as Miss Peponvondosovich said, mystic arts.

Randall started looking around, before settling on the sad mangled corpse that Miss Esme brutally devoured. Randall then pointed a finger at the corpse, before shooting out a light that rippled across the ground as soon as it hit all the flesh and blood. And soon, the light grew brighter and brighter and sprung the dead god back to life.

"Ah, Randall!" The previously dead god started patting himself, "I owe you my gratitude, that would have taken me a few minutes to recover if I had to regenerate myself."

"Hm," Randall only nodded before fully placing his attention back to Miss Esme, who also seemed to be trying to figure out his scent. Riley did not actually know whether or not Miss Esme could see, but it did not really matter since a themarian's senses were already incredibly abnormal as they are.

"You!" Randall then pointed at Miss Esme, "Why did you attack your kind!? If you wish to battle, then go to the City of Warriors! We are not savages here and only our creatures should be fighting!"

"Gkh...?"

"Speak! Tell me why you have done something like this!?" The light dancing around Randall's hands grew wilder as continued to point at Miss Esme.

"I apologize, Randall."

"Hm...?" Randall could really only squint and look at Riley as he slowly approached him, "Who are you and why are you the one apologizing for this chaos!?"

"Because I own her," Riley glanced at Miss Esme, "She's my creature."

"Creature...?" Randall once again turned to look at Miss Esme as the light dancing around his arms very slowly started to dissipate, "She's not a god? A creature was able to mortally wound a god? How did you make her?"

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"Why would we tell you that?" And before Riley could finish his words, Miss Peponvondosovich stepped forward with her arms crossed, "That is a very expensive secret you're trying to get for free, Randall."

"...Peponvondosovich?" Randall's eyebrows quickly lowered as he looked down, "You are with this white-colored god? Perhaps you can introduce me to him."

"Why don't you introduce yourself first, hm?" Miss Peponvondosovich let out a small scoff as she looked at Randall from head to toe.

"Are you still mad about our last duel?"

"You cheated. Your summon just flew in the air and dropped those exploding stuff!" Miss Peponvondosovich pointed at Randall's head, "Give me my gems back!"

"She is an undead, Randall. Technically not someone," Riley said.

"An undead, an unholy creature." Neon lights once again danced around Randall's horns as he heard Riley's words, but with a shake of his head, they faded as quickly as they disappeared, "No, there is no such thing as an unholy creature. Where did you find her?"

"On a dead universe, Randall."

"Oh? You have also traversed the multiverse?" Any hostility in Randall's face disappeared as he looked Riley in the eyes, "Finally, someone I can actually talk to about that."

"Pft. Sorry, bud. This one's mine," Miss Peponvondosovich patted Riley's leg several times as she shook her head, "I'm his official guide."

"Guide...? Does that mean you are new here?" Randall let out a small gasp.

"I... I meant guardian, I'm his official guardian," Miss Peponvondosovich cleared her throat, "So, he's off limits."

"Are there not many gods who have traveled the multiverse?" Riley asked before Randal and Miss Peponvondosovich could begin arguing.

"There are a lot, but most of them do not like to mingle with the others," Randall sighed and crossed his arms, "They think they are better than most, after all — what they do not understand is that all of us are equal here, we just have different abilities, uses, purposes in this wave called Creation."

"And your ability, you can resurrect people, Randall?" Riley turned to look at the god that Randall resurrected earlier.

"I could if certain conditions are met," Randall nodded, "One of my memories that is still lingering in my mind is that I used to make a deal with people, and in exchange, I would revive their dead — I was a different man back then, greedy... evil."

"Then is it possible for you to revive him if we make a deal?"

"Eek!" Miss Peponvondosovich quickly took several steps back as Riley just retrieved a decayed head from one of his many pockets, "How many weird things do you have in your pockets!?"

"That... is just a head," Randall could not help but squint as he looked at the decayed head.

"My father's head," Riley said as he raised the head to Randall.

"Hm..." Randall closed his eyes, "I am afraid it will not be possible with just a head. Have you been carrying your father's head all this time?"

"Yes," Riley nodded as he just casually returned Bernard's head into his pockets.

"I am sorry," Randall sighed, "I am not able to revive him, but I could revive her."

Riley turned to look at where Randall was pointing,

"You... can revive Miss Esme?"

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