This is another thousandth birthday for the goddess Liselle.

It's not convenient to disclose their exact age, after all, goddesses are forever young, and any attempt to pry into their true age is no less than a capital offense.

In the beautiful temple, many gods celebrated her birthday.

The lower, middle, and upper-ranking gods sat together chatting and laughing, while the chief gods raised their cups and drank together from a high place.

Among all realms, only she, the beautiful goddess, has such great influence; her birthday celebrations are comparable to those of some main gods.

But no god noticed, nor did any god want to notice—in a corner of the banquet, there was an ugly girl.

She curled up there, as if trying to quietly isolate herself from another world, because only by doing so could she avoid being ridiculed and insulted.

"Little ethereal being." A gentle voice rang out. It was the beautiful goddess Lisl. As soon as she spoke, a shimmering divine light enveloped her, making her the focus of the entire scene.

Upon hearing this, the gods first turned their gaze to the corner.

The spirits looked up in a daze and met their gaze.

The next moment, the little girl covered her face and screamed, shaking her head desperately, and curled up even further into the corner.

"No, don't look at me!"

In reality, no one cared about her ugliness; after all, ugly things are not worth caring about anyway.

But it's her fault for acting strangely and making those weird noises.

"What an impolite little thing."

"It's all thanks to the Mother Goddess's great mercy; if it were me, I would have drowned her when she was just born."

"Who brought her here? Our lineage of Father God is utterly disgraced!"

"Please, everyone, stop hurting this poor girl."

Lisel's gentle voice silenced the commotion. She reached out and used her divine power to pull the girl in front of her, gently removing the girl's hands that were covering her face, and whispered, "Little spirit, it's your sister Lisel. I held you when you were born."

All the gods present, whether male or female, or neither male nor female; whether human, beast, or auspicious, were captivated by this most beautiful goddess of the divine court.

Not only is she so beautiful, but she's also so gentle and kind-hearted, and she only has eyes for me... I love her so much! *2500

"Little spirit, don't be afraid... Let your sister help you become beautiful, okay?"

This is another moment to reap the rewards of five thousand years of history.

The seed of the curse has been growing between the girl's eyebrows for another five thousand years, devouring her "beauty" like a parasite and growing stronger day by day. It has sprouted, taken root and blossomed, and it is time to harvest it.

Otherwise, if this continues, any major god could easily discover the existence of the curse if they observed carefully... and that would be very bad.

Therefore, she wanted to take away the beauty that had already been extracted, and then let the parasite turn back into a seed after the extraction.

The initial absorption of the heavy seeds is slightly weaker, which should cause the appearance of the AoE spirit to recover slightly over the next thousand years, but it will then be completely absorbed by the growing seeds.

Thus, this most pitiful little princess of the Divine Court will become a tool for Lisel to gain both fame and fortune. On the surface, she is given beauty, but in reality, she is the culprit who deprives her of everything.

Lisel felt her divine authority resound with joy. The power that had been stagnant for five thousand years now had the illusion of about to leap forward. The "beauty" in the seed seemed to be able to directly strengthen her divine authority by more than double!

It should be noted that there are considerable losses in this process of absorption and absorption. It is hard to imagine how stunningly beautiful the girl in front of us would be if she were allowed to grow up properly!

But you are ultimately just an ugly little monster, and everything will belong to me!

A barely perceptible greed and malice lurked deep within his eyes, while he continued to speak softly and gently.

"I will make you even more beautiful...and stay beautiful forever!"

The fingertip touched the girl's brow.

boom--

A loud bang.

The gates of the beautiful temple were blasted open, and fragments of divine materials and exotic artifacts flew everywhere.

The gods turned around in astonishment.

Who is it? Daring to be late for the banquet of the beautiful goddess... no, this should be called uninvited?

Who was it this time who was so foolish as to smash down the temple gates for this?

Did he not know that... among Lissil's suitors, there were even several gods?

Is this unidentified visitor destined to become an enemy of the Divine Court?

As the smoke and dust cleared, a strange, twisted figure appeared at the entrance of the palace.

It was a man, I think.

The other party was filled with a strange aura, yet it was mixed with the bloodline of the orthodox Aotian God Clan.

His body was tattered and torn, like a balloon that had been released of air, but not completely. It was shriveled and twisted, with hair on his head like inferior weeds, and sunken gray eyeballs in the sockets of his eyes.

The overall appearance was extremely bad; even if you didn't say it was a corpse... it wouldn't be much better.

The gods were stunned: Who is this guy in front of them...?

I don't know him/her, I've never seen him/her before.

The man walked silently toward Lisel.

There is no divine intervention.

Because his vitality and divine power were plummeting like a cliff, it was even doubtful whether he could reach Lisel before he completely collapsed.

Furthermore, he seemed to have no intention of killing, and the gods were also curious about why he had come.

The man walked up to Lisel and slowly stopped.

The beautiful goddess subconsciously added a layer of charm to herself.

But the other person bent down and squatted in front of the girl.

Lissell's smiling face froze.

Even the gods' brains crashed.

If they were to look back on their memories, they would find that from the moment this man broke in until now, the only image in his sunken, pale gray eyes was that of the little girl; all other deities were never reflected in his pupils.

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