Chapter 147 God
The blond young man smiled gently.
"No." He leaned forward slightly and gracefully: "As you wish."
Analene's blurred "face" revealed an expression of extreme terror. Every moment in the mortal world consumed her soul, like a ghost melting in the sun. She couldn't even bear to look directly into the god's eyes, which burned like molten gold—not to mention the presence surrounding him, even more dazzling than the god itself. She yearned to possess him like crazy, yet instinctively feared to touch him.
From the perspective of the soul, Pavard Miller's soul is probably the "neck" part, where there is a mass of things that are imprisoned by invisible forces and are screaming and struggling.
Azuka slowly narrowed his golden eyes. After summoning the power of his soul, he finally saw the "ghost" the professor had seen. However, the professor seemed to only see the fragment of the God of Desire, free from the protection of his body, but not the fragment of the God of Light hidden within Pavardon Miller.
He thought for a moment, then suddenly tilted his head towards the professor: "Killed Pavaton Miller?"
His tone was light and he didn't care about the "friendship" between the two sides who almost reached a cooperation in their previous life.
"No, he's still useful."
Nova was squatting on the ground observing Miss Carleton's condition - the girl should have just fainted, the savior's operation was very precise.
He stood up and walked over to the unconscious Pavaton Miller. He stared at him for a while, then slowly frowned. "...I can't see anything."
Azuka calmly stretched out his hand and suddenly grabbed at the void - Nova slowly opened his eyes. It was like a magic trick. A small ghost similar to Analenie was screaming between the savior's slender white fingers.
"You, you are not Utosca, the God of Storms!"
The mass stared into the Savior's eyes, roaring in terror, yet slowly shrank in the air at a visible speed. It seemed that it had wasted too much energy in the earlier battle to save Pavaton Miller's life. Nova frowned, suddenly feeling a sense of regret for having consumed so much of it in his earlier plan—but the words of the God of Light fragment that followed made both of their expressions change drastically.
"When were you born as a new god? How dare you waste divine power so recklessly—"
Azuka's hand trembled violently, and he almost subconsciously clenched his five fingers. As a result, the soul had probably reached its limit and disappeared silently in his palm before he could finish his words.
Azuka: “…”
Nova: “…”
The professor was the first to react. He poked his companion, who seemed to be in a state of stiffness, on the shoulder and gestured for him to look at the other fragment of the god locked in the magic circle. "It's okay, there's another one over there."
Buy one get one free, a backup option he deliberately left behind.
The soul fragment of the God of Eros screamed in fear.
"Shut up," Azuka said softly.
I don't know what he did, but the chains around his soul tightened visibly. He seemed particularly furious now, the faint smile that had always remained on his face gone. The curve of his mouth was sharp and cold, and he was like a sword drawn from its sheath.
It must have been painful. Even the blurry face of the Goddess of Love was distorted. She wailed, "You can't do this! If your soul is consumed too much, it will disappear from the human world—"
"I don't care," Azuka said coldly. "Since I already know what you are, the fragments can't communicate with each other before returning to their original bodies. I can always pull out the fragments of your soul bit by bit from those who bear the divine seal."
"No, no, no, don't be so excited. I didn't say I won't cooperate with you—" The voice of the God of Love softened cunningly, like thick paste flowing out of a honeycomb.
"My dear, what do you want to know from me? Do you want to know how to transform faith into divine power? Or do you want to obtain the artifacts left by the gods?" Her voice became sweeter and more beautiful: "I am willing to tell you all this, as long as you agree to one small request of mine. After all, you are a beautiful - ah ah ah ah!"
"Answer his question, or I will destroy you now." The Savior stared expressionlessly at the soul fragment that had been twisted so violently by pain that it had almost lost its human form. His tone returned to gentleness, but it caused Analene to tremble violently. "I'm curious, how many more soul fragments can you split into?"
The Goddess of Love reluctantly looked at the despicable human who, while a mortal, had plotted against two gods. Even in her desperate situation, she couldn't help but reveal her obsession and desire—how beautiful, how bright, how powerful! If she could devour the other's soul, she would surely gain even more power.
"What do you want to know, dear—"
Before she could finish her words, she screamed in pain again and struggled.
"I'll kill you too if you try to cast a charm spell on him again," Azuka added calmly.
When had Analene, the goddess of lust, ever suffered such a fate? Beauty, seduction, and lies were her weapons. With a simple flick of her finger, a few soft, gentle words, she could seduce countless mortals and even gods into obsession, scrambling for her. She concealed the cold resentment in her eyes and lamented, with a soft, sorrowful voice, "How can I cast my charms in this state?"
The ordinary person didn't respond at all, but went straight to the heart of the matter: "What role does the Chosen One play in the eyes of the gods?"
"It's just a game—" Seeing the ruthless new god's fingers move, Analene didn't dare to play it safe anymore and quickly continued, "It's a game to keep us alive."
"That's all I can really say." She gasped quickly, "This is a prophecy from the goddess of fate, Lamodo. Fate will prevent me from saying more—"
"You tried to devour the soul of God's chosen one and seize his body. The divine seal is to prevent the original soul from resisting excessively." The black-haired young man stared at her with his smoky gray eyes without any emotion. In a trance, Analene even thought that this ordinary person, whom she would never give a second glance at, had seen through the soul of a god.
The professor's speech quickened, and the fear on the God of Desire's face grew thicker. "Your own bodies have been destroyed by something, and now you can only move as souls, trapped somewhere—but the process of seizing bodies consumes a vast amount of 'divine power.' Your so-called 'game' is the necessary process to gather this energy."
Nova stared at Analene's completely deformed "face" and asked word by word, "Is it 'faith'? Are you gaining 'faith' by creating a 'character'?"
“…”
"What's with 'comics'? Are you trying to seize faith from another world?"
Analene's soul suddenly screamed hysterically. She struggled frantically, as if determined to perish along with the chains that bound her. Azuka frowned and tried several times to tighten the chains, but she seemed to have completely lost her mind, and even though faint cracks appeared in her soul, she did not stop.
Nova was silent for a moment: "...I'll go out first."
It seemed he had driven the Goddess of Love to the point where she wouldn't exchange a single word with him. He attempted to drag the three unconscious men out, but found he couldn't even lift two dead-weight adult men. But before he could speak, he noticed the three men had all floated up and were considerately tossed out the door.
Soon there was only one person left in the secret room, and a bunch of crazy soul fragments.
Seeing that ordinary person leave, the God of Love suddenly regained his composure, as if the madness just now had never happened.
“I can cooperate with you. I really want to cooperate with you now, as long as you don’t destroy my soul fragments and let me return to Emilia’s body.” She pleaded tremblingly: “We are both gods, and we are on the same side—”
Azuka slowly confirmed with her, "I am a god?"
"Of course you are a god," Analene looked at him in confusion. "Isn't your divinity sleeping on the left side of your chest?"
"So you don't know that gods can die..." She suddenly revealed a sly smile, then closed her mouth, smugly waiting for the other party to ask eagerly - but the young god still looked at her with unusual indifference, as if unmoved.
Then the Goddess of Love changed her tone and beckoned, "Okay, okay, I know you just became a god and you're still young, so you can still not care about this issue - then what do you want? I can make the most beautiful, richest, and most powerful person in the world fall in love with you. Or maybe you like someone but can't get her? I will help you, I am the goddess of love and desire -"
"...Wait." She suddenly paused, and looked at the young god in front of her with an uncomfortable expression: "I know, I know... You are in love with him?"
There was no fluctuation in the young man's golden eyes. The God of Love suddenly began to laugh without any warning. His laughter became louder and more crazy.
"You fell in love with him? You actually fell in love with that monster?!" She screamed with glee, "You'll collapse! Have you seen his soul? So brilliant! So great! So cold! Like a frozen sun! I can't even feel any concept called 'love' from him. How can such a monster exist in the world? Does he really understand 'love'?"
"Poor thing, so pitiful, you will beg him to love you like a madman, but he will only look at you in confusion..."
Analene laughed foolishly, her voice filled with malicious pity. She declared, almost cursing, "Poor creature, one day you will collapse and kneel before him. As a god, you will kneel before an ordinary person, humbly longing for him to look at you. The despair and pain of not being able to get it will forever immerse your heart in boiling magma and poisonous juice. You will go mad, want to tear him into pieces, want to devour him, but he will always be your cruel and cold-blooded slave master—"
"So what?"
The evil smile on the face of the God of Love suddenly froze.
The golden-haired, golden-eyed god slowly raised his eyes. His gaze was so calm that it even gave the mad god of love a chill.
"So what?" he repeated with unusual tenderness.
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