Are Otsutsuki Gods Novels & Stories

Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them. The Healing Caste is the sixth caste in the Olympus wherein people like Dr. Foster have the ability to heal and revive someone from death. If not so, others from this caste can create different kinds of potions—good potions to be exact. Professor Damaris didn’t elaborate on it because she said that I’m able to know it soon.

They were still sitting on the supreme throne, their faces showing no emotion. “Um, I heard that the youkai world has also intervened in the war in the human world several times, causing countless casualties in this battle. The sea god Dios Del Océano is also powerless, you go help him… But you've been through this calamity, your magic is greatly reduced, you need to be a little careful.” The Lord of the Gods' voice was still as cold as before, but there was much more concern in his words, which caused his already cold heart to ripple. “Yes, Fire God León de Fuego do your bidding!”

They were beings not to be provoked. After all, any God of War from the Island Nations was considered unparalleled. Small fries like them would not even have the right to cling onto them. Aki was showing utter disbelief at that point. “How is this even possible?!”

He glanced over at us and then smiled fondly towards the woman that brought us up here. "Thank you for bringing them. Go help your sisters outside will you?" She gave him a loving look then bowed before she left quickly. Toru watched her then gave the man an adoring, almost worshipping look. He ran up to him and tackled him into a hug, laughing happily. The man smiled and rubbed his head. "Ritoru," he mumbled and then smiled. "Welcome home. I'm glad you made it. I was getting worried.... You've never been outside the garden yet, and I wasn't sure if you'd be able to find your way back, but it looks like you've gotten some help." He looked towards me then, inspecting me. Toru glanced at me th

This was what they called the supernatural abilities that all deities gained upon promoting from a mortal to an Anito. Given their unusual, mystical way to communicate, the topic of their conversation was also no minor matter. They talked about the fate of the world, of the mortals, of the deities. Just now, their subject were the new Anitos that joined their ranks. One of the voices rang out again, his tone carrying doubts and disbelief. "Hey, Patron of the bloodsuckers, did you just say the new ones are deities born amongst humans?" The reply that came to him hinted annoyance. “I did. I’m not pulling a prank on you, Patron of druids. The presence I felt in the east are from humans.”