Viracocha returned to his room.

He was noticeably very restless, and he picked up his cup of coffee, only to set it down again. This sequence was repeated over and over again until finally, the sound of door-knocking rang out 10 minutes later, and an underworld emissary reported, "Your Excellency, the three death gods of the representative team have arrived as per your instructions."

He took a deep breath before rising to his feet, then opened the door with a smile. "I'm very sorry to call everyone over right after the long journey to Nara, but I really do have something extremely important to discuss with you all."

Xolotl took an indifferent glance at him before taking a seat, and Supay and Ah Puch were also clearly not very fond of him.

This was only to be expected considering there was a fundamental conflict of interest between them.

All those who had a thorough understanding of the three religions of the new continent were aware that these three formed the initial trio of death gods who had truly developed and grown alongside their respective religions. All of them had experienced past glory, although they were well past their heyday. Even so, it was still very demeaning that they couldn't call the shots during international conferences.

In addition to that, Viracocha was a descendant of Mictlantecutli...