Chapter 413 Provocation

The goddess of love, Analene, was even more impatient than the professor had imagined. Perhaps it was because her remaining soul couldn't sustain itself in the abyss for much longer. If she didn't want to gradually perish in the abyss, she had no choice but to comply with the threats of the other two gods.

By this time, the professor had already led the civilian army out of Ironthorn Territory and headed for Breaker Bay, the closest seaside fortress to the Royal City. It lay a mere three days' journey from the Royal City. If Osiris City was the fortress protecting the Royal City, then Breaker Bay, with its naturally steep cliffs and treacherous reefs formed by the Dragon Spine Mountains, served as a loyal gateway to the Royal City.

Unfortunately, it was currently occupied by a group of Ferros, and legend had it that the White Nightmare was located there. The Royal City was also unlucky, being completely blocked by the People's Party and the Ferros, with two fortresses on both sides, one by sea and one by land. No wonder some people, unable to bear the increasing pressure, intended to cooperate with Ferros.

The closer we got to Breakers Bay, the colder it got. This chill was completely unusual; even though autumn was approaching, the temperature shouldn't drop so quickly near the ocean.

The closer they got to Breaking Waves Bay, the more frequently the grass and trees on the roadside began to show signs of being suddenly frozen to death by the cold current. A frightening thin layer of frost covered the withered and yellow color. When the outline of Breaking Waves Bay was seen in the distance in the twilight, many people couldn't help but hold their breath.

Amidst the dark, roaring waves crashing against the cliffs, huge chunks of grayish-white ice floated. They collided with each other, shattering with eerie creaking sounds, becoming smaller and smaller until they melted into the sea—while more chunks of ice continued to float in from the depths of the ocean, as if a giant beast slumbered in the depths, constantly swallowing and spewing out ice.

Escorted by a select group of soldiers, the ghost gazed out at the distant sea, his face pale and his expression cold as ice. Some of the guards couldn't help but secretly scrutinize him. In the past, this gentleman had been a bit creepy in private, serious and eccentric, though at least he would sometimes crack strange, chilling jokes. Now, he reminded them of a deserted tower, shrouded in silence, barred even by moonlight.

As for the gentleman who always accompanied him, he was not present on this trip. There were whispers that the two gentlemen had a rare argument—which was quite unusual. To others, while Azuka was gentle and polite, and not arrogant, he was also a difficult and intimidating figure. However, in front of Mr. Ghost, he always behaved docilely.

You have to know that General Greven Worif and General Orre have both quarreled with others by slamming the table. Even General Mashilin, who is recognized as the most popular and the best-tempered, has argued with others until his face turned red.

However, no one has ever seen Lord Azuka speak loudly to Mr. Ghost. Even in front of everyone, he would always put his hand on Mr. Ghost's shoulder or on the back of his chair very naturally. There was even a personal guard who saw the two of them leaning against each other in an extremely intimate manner. It was said that Mr. Ghost would sometimes lie on someone's lap and take a nap... In short, according to the gossip within the People's Party, the relationship between these two is, well, not ordinary.

But looking at Mr. Ghost's expression now... could it be that the rumors about the two of them arguing are actually true?!

On the night the civilian army set up camp near Breakers Bay, the goddess of love, Analene, appeared impatiently. She replaced Apatella's body and quietly appeared in the professor's room without alerting the guards outside.

The black-haired young man lay quietly on the bed. The moonlight softened his handsome and sharp features, dividing his entire face into clear boundaries between light and dark.

The Goddess of Love stood quietly in the deep shadows of the room. Even though the divine power that was constantly detecting the surroundings told her that the terrible new god was not there and that she was facing just an ordinary person, she still couldn't avoid feeling nervous.

——There was no way. She had been deceived too many times, which made her suspect that this might be another trap that would take her life.

But the otherworldly being who had caused her so much pain seemed oblivious to the arrival of his hostile presence, continuing soundly in sleep. His eyelashes cast a thin shadow beneath his eyes, trembling slightly with each breath. Those smoky, all-seeing eyes, a pair of heart-stopping, smoky gray, were obediently and quietly closed, his brows subconsciously furrowed, adding a touch of melancholy and fragility to his alluring presence. Even the god of lust, accustomed to beauty, could not help but reach out to the sleeping youth.

Analene, the goddess of lust, had always been fond of handsome men, regardless of their taste, and would even occasionally switch things up, chasing and amusing herself with beautiful girls. Now, having perhaps confirmed her safety, she couldn't help but feel a surge of evil thoughts, mingled with a lust for conquest.

You know, hatred is the most fascinating catalyst. If you can toy with this person to death, make him obsessed with her and worship her, and then torture him cruelly and abandon him like a piece of trash... this is one of the games that the goddess of love Analene enjoys most.

Then, the goddess of love, who was still daydreaming, met a pair of cold, indifferent, sleepless smoky-gray eyes. Her hand, which was trying to touch the other person's cheek, suddenly froze in mid-air.

"The Goddess of Love, Analene."

The black-haired young man slowly sat up from the bed, ignoring the stiff-faced woman before him. He even yawned slightly, his beautiful grey eyes narrowed like a cat's, shining surprisingly brightly in the moonlight, revealing a lazy and comfortable look.

"...Dear, did you know I was coming?"

Analeni calmly took a step back and once again used her divine power to carefully observe her surroundings—nothing unusual, and this was precisely the biggest anomaly. If she didn't have a backup plan, how could an ordinary human in front of her be so calm and composed in the presence of a god?

But on the surface, the God of Love simply smiled sweetly at Apatra with her charming face: "You are truly a clever man... Very clever, so clever that I am simply bewildered..."

As she spoke, she leaned over, trying to sit closer, and drew circles on the young man's chest with her slender white fingers: "Then do you want to guess why I came to you?"

But before the God of Love could get close, he heard the black-haired young man say coldly: "First of all, you are here to negotiate terms with me."

"Secondly, if you don't want to be hunted by the mad god of resistance and change, I advise you not to touch me and stay away from me."

Analenie's hand immediately retracted subconsciously.

"Why?" The God of Love, having come to his senses, revealed a look of tenderness and grievance. "We're the only ones here now, aren't we? If you don't tell me and I don't tell you, how will your jealous lover know?"

The other person didn't say anything, but just looked at her like a fool, which made Analenie grit her teeth in anger.

But she soon figured it out - as the goddess in charge of love, she was most sensitive to this kind of thing. Even in the previous brief confrontation, the young new god looked at the person in front of him with eyes as if he wanted to chew the person into pieces, lick him into pieces, and then swallow him whole.

Such a terrifying and complex lust suddenly descended upon a fragile human being, likely crushing them to the point of wailing, unable to live or die. Furthermore, given the level of care a deity holds for their most cherished and beloved, they would likely have already marinated them from head to toe with their divine power. If anyone were to sense the fluctuations of their divine power within them...

Jealousy is always the most terrible and destructive emotion.

...But is this smart, sharp, talented young man, an ambitious leader, really willing to be imprisoned, oppressed and enjoyed so unscrupulously by a god?

"My dear, my dear..." Analene giggled, feeling quite contented as if she had finally returned to her comfort zone - this was indeed her forte, to sow discord, to make lovers turn against each other, and then to happily hide aside and watch the fun, and even caused several wars between gods because of this.

The God of Love lowered his voice and said meaningfully, "It seems like you are somewhat... dissatisfied with him?"

The black-haired young man looked at her indifferently, without answering, but also without denying, which made Analenie more certain that her guess was correct.

Yes, yes... She couldn't see through the soul of the person in front of her at all, so in fact she only saw a terrifyingly huge love and desire in the new god - but what exactly did this soul from another world think?

Human beings are always greedy, fickle, narrow-minded and cruel creatures. Sometimes even gods suffer extreme torture at the hands of their fickle minds.

However, they were too weak, too arrogant, and too self-righteous, so even the admiration of a single god would make them go from being flattered and terrified, to being delighted with the opportunity to show off and flaunt their power, and then to fear and resentment that the gods restricted their freedom and delayed their enjoyment.

Love can spoil people, but this subtle willfulness is like a blessing from heaven to Analenie at this moment.

"Let me guess," the God of Love said softly, "Do you blame him for always watching you too closely, or do you hate him for taking away the freedom and joy that should have belonged to you?"

"Everything you have now is based on his love for you, isn't it?" She said in a very seductive voice, "But if one day, he doesn't want to love you anymore, then -"

Analene made a collapsing gesture. "Everything you have taken will be scattered like a tower of sand, turning into dust crawling to the ground."

"...Is that so?" The alien soul raised its chin slightly. "But even if I leave him, I don't think I will become such a pathetic existence."

Ah, what charming arrogance! The God of Love took a deep breath in ecstasy and replied sympathetically: "Well, it seems that you firmly believe that he will always love you - but if that's the case, you should hate him even more!"

Her voice became unusually low.

"He has clearly devoured all your possessions, wantonly feasting on your body and heartbeat... Dear, if he loves you, why does he watch you desperately running for someone who is about to die, but is unwilling to teach you the true method of eternal life?"