Invincible! This person has lived for a billion years

Chapter 463  What a perfect plan!

William certainly had an old and close relationship with the sea god Poseidon. Besides being Artemis's uncle, Poseidon also served as her mentor. With Artemis married to William, their relationship became even closer.

After the cataclysm, Poseidon, cautious, used a secret technique to leave a fragment of his soul in the Prime World, reincarnating every hundred years. William had sought him out many times.

Most of the time, however, he didn't retain Poseidon's memories and lived aimlessly for tens of thousands of years. Now, this fragment of his soul was as weak as it could be.

Seeing Poseidon joining the witchcraft cult under the guise of Delmar, William didn't know what to say.

Sure enough, once memories were restored, he was as shameless as ever!

Delmar, dressed in ancient-style white underwear, casually threw his sea-blue robe into a nearby trash bin and then turned to Moros, asking, "Sir, how may I address you?"

"I am Maximus. You can call me Teacher Maximus," Moros, having studied the Oxford English Dictionary, rather liked the title of 'teacher.'

"Teacher Maximus, hello!" Delmar said with a smile, "Let me introduce myself again. My name is Delmar. I look forward to your guidance!"

William, listening nearby, remained silent. Poseidon had always loved learning new knowledge and never shied away from other people's secret techniques.

Once, when drunk, Poseidon even claimed he had three thousand avatars in various parallel dimensions.

Now, this fragment of his soul was trying to infiltrate the witchcraft cult, possibly to stealthily learn their secrets?

Moros examined Delmar seriously and commented, "You have good potential! With study, in a hundred years, you could become a powerful grand wizard. In tens of thousands of years, perhaps you could even match me."

"By tens of thousands of years, I mean at least over 70,000 years," Moros added after a thought, clarifying his seemingly exaggerated statement to avoid misunderstanding and subtly boasting.

Delmar's current body was indeed decent, but William suspected that his main goal was to undermine the Olympians...

Looking shocked, Delmar exclaimed, "70,000 years? Teacher Maximus, how long have you lived?"

With a slight lift at the corner of his mouth, Moros casually replied, "About five hundred thousand years, I guess. It's been so long, I don't quite remember."

Delmar's mouth hung wide open, his expression one of utter astonishment…

Such clumsy acting!

William didn't expose them, thinking to himself that these two guys each had their own ulterior motives. He found it quite amusing to listen from the sidelines.

Let's see how you perform.

William surmised that Delmar's ambitions went beyond just learning witchcraft to enhance his body. His real desire likely lay in the space-manipulating powers of the deities of witchcraft. If William were Delmar, after joining Moros' witchcraft cult, he would definitely show off his extraordinary potential, dazzle Moros, become his favorite disciple, and master Moros' spatial abilities. Perhaps he'd even learn the powers of the other eleven deities of witchcraft.

Effortlessly infiltrating enemy ranks!

Regrettably for Moros, he thought he had impressively won over this 'little priest', successfully poaching him from his original allegiance.

"Uncle, aren't you here to teach at the school?" Zoey looked at Delmar, puzzled.

Delmar declared righteously, "Teach? Now I am going to learn witchcraft from Teacher Maximus. Why bother teaching when such powerful witchcraft is at hand?"

"I want to learn too!" Zoey said earnestly, looking at Moros. "Can you teach me?"

Moros was overjoyed. Wasn't his purpose in coming out to spread the knowledge of witchcraft? Zoey's potential far surpassed that of the 'little priest', and most importantly, her relationship with William seemed rather special. If he could become her master...

Thinking this, Moros shivered and quietly asked William, "Mr. Johnson, may I take her as my disciple?"

If Zoey's relationship with William was indeed special and he took her as a disciple, wouldn't he be taking advantage of William and become his senior by association?

Invisible boasting felt great, but courting death intentionally, not so much.

William responded, "If you want to teach her, go ahead. Don't ask me."

Moros' face lit up with a smile and he said to Zoey, "Then I will accept you as my disciple. You'll be my second disciple." He then glanced at Delmar, adding, "You are the sixth."

"What?!" Delmar was stunned. "Aren't I the chief disciple? Teacher Maximus, I joined first."

Moros frowned and said, "I've already taken four disciples before. Zoey is exceptionally promoted as my second disciple, and you rank sixth! I arrange the ranking based on strength. Any objections?"

William couldn't help but laugh and said, "Poseidon, how will you address Zoey now?"

Delmar was truly dumbfounded. In his quest to stealthily learn secret techniques, he had swallowed his pride to acknowledge Moros as his master.

Once comfortably Zoey's uncle, he suddenly became the lowest-ranked disciple of Moros.

How was Zoey supposed to address him now?

Who could endure such a situation?

After all, he was a high-ranking god-king! n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

If word of this humiliation spread, could he, Poseidon, still maintain his dignity?

Whether he could maintain his dignity or not was irrelevant. Once he mastered the various laws and powers of the twelve deities of witchcraft, he would become the strongest god in this world.

Ha ha ha ha!

What a perfect plan!

Zoey, quite happy, said to Delmar, "If anyone bullies you in the future, please tell me."

"Huh?" Delmar was stunned.

He was genuinely taken aback!

He then realized that his apprentice, she's a bit naive!

She had stopped calling him uncle so quickly,he suspected that if he called her mother in the future, she would probably agree.

William cleared his throat and asked, "So, are we going for barbecue or not?"

"Let's go!" Zoey, eager to learn and even more eager for good food, quickened her pace.

The place Zoey and William chose for their meal also showcased their surprisingly good rapport.

They walked quite a distance before finally arriving at Perry's American BBQ Buffet near the east gate of Hudson University.

It was the same place where the Soulmancers had their last gathering, costing $36 per person with free service for groups of three or more, including designated drinks and beer.

As the owner saw William and Zoey, his hand holding a cigarette started to tremble.

"Guys, you're here again?" the owner said with a mix of laughter and tears as he began to serve William and his companions.

William said, "Don't worry, boss, it's just the four of us this time."

The young owner still remembered the last time William and his group were there, fully occupying four long tables that could seat eight people each. This group of people can eat too much!

Especially this seemingly delicate and clean young lady, she was the biggest eater of them all.

"Just four people? That's a relief! Thank you for sparing me." The owner, after setting up utensils for Delmar and Moros, had the cola ready.

Lighting a cigarette and taking a puff, William said, "Relax, I have a nickname, The Philanthro-King. This time, your loss... should be less."

Originally, he wanted to say that the boss wouldn't be at a loss, but William thought he shouldn't say something against his conscience. At least giving the boss some psychological preparation would be better.