Chapter 398: The Wicked Goddess
Chapter 398: The Wicked Goddess
Es held a potato roll with cream sauce in her right hand and a small cup of milk tea in her left, savoring each bite with delight.
"Delicious!" she exclaimed.
"So good!"
Her face lit up with pure joy, resembling a child savoring a tasty treat.
But Barrow remained vigilant, having once experienced the extreme malice emanating from this 'girl.'
Evil!
Chaos!
That was Es' true nature.
Licking the cream from the corner of her mouth, Es spoke softly, "It seems I am the true Child of Destiny. Although I don't believe in fate, being the first to resurrect in this era means having everything at my disposal."
"Hmm..."
Taking another bite of the potato roll, she savored the moment, "Although a mortal body is weak, the mind is full of imagination. I've never tasted anything this good before."
"Take your time then," Barrow smiled and ordered some more snacks, filling the table. "We're not in a hurry."
He subtly moved his feet, gently rubbing them against the ground.
This was a standard method of communication for the Night Watch, emitting no energy fluctuations yet detectable by the organization.
Es seemed unaware of his subtle movements, enjoying the delicious food and even burping in satisfaction.
"Ah, that hits the spot!"
"It was worth being trapped for so long."
"This continent, transformed so well by those deities, is now all mine for the taking."
"Hmm..."
As if struck by a thought, she tapped the table with her fingers, and a piece of paper with writing on it materialized out of thin air.
"Little one."
She turned to Barrow, "Read what's written here."
"Yes..." Barrow, expressionless, picked up the paper and began reading, reluctantly, "The Source of Chaos, the Stream of Desire, the Master of Life and Death..."
Hmm? This feels so familiar.
Professor Carl had also asked me to read something similar.
These are the divine names of the Ancient God Es, but what did Professor Carl have me read? Barrow felt a sense of unease, unaware that Es' expression was growing colder by the moment.
"Enough!"
Es' voice turned stern, "Damn it!"
"Uh..." Barrow paused, "What's wrong?"
"It seems that the Human Emperor not only indirectly killed the Gods by ingesting the Godslayer Spear, but he also performed some modifications on you humans," said Es, her voice as cold as ice. "He made it so that the creatures of this continent lack the drive for faith, making it difficult for deities to gain worship from you."
"Clever move!"
"To be able to modify all living beings, no wonder he could kill the Gods. This person is no ordinary human."
For deities, the lack of faith, or lack of a power source, meant they could never grow stronger.
However...
"It doesn't matter!" Es chuckled darkly, "I can just start over. In the history of the Gods, world-ending calamities occur periodically."
Once she obtained the divine power left behind by the six Upper Rank Gods, she would stand at the pinnacle of this continent.
At that time, she could bring about a world-ending disaster, create a new human race, and it wouldn't be a challenge for a Sixth-Tier peak powerhouse.
Moreover,
If all goes well, she might even reach the Seventh Tier.
"Such a cute little girl."
The vendor, who had approached them at some point, smiled warmly at Es, "May I take a picture?"
"A picture?" Es raised an eyebrow.
"Yes," the vendor smiled, "My child refuses to have kids, saying they're too much trouble. I want to show him that there are still adorable children like you out there."
"Maybe he'll change his mind after seeing this."
"No need," Barrow quickly stood up and waved his hand, "You go ahead with your business."
"Wait," Es put down her food, "Let's do it."
Barrow froze.
The vendor gave them a curious look, assuming Barrow was the girl's father or an uncle-like relative. Little did he know that the decision-maker was the young girl herself.
"Alright then."
After a brief hesitation, the vendor took out a camera, found a suitable angle, and snapped a photo of Es.
"Click!"
The instant camera produced a photo that slid out from below.
The vendor caught the photo and, as he looked down at it, he couldn't help but freeze. There was no little girl in the photo, only...
"Er..."
"Boom!"
The vendor's body trembled, and he suddenly shattered into a rain of blood, as if a high-explosive bomb within him had been ignited.
Mortals cannot gaze directly upon the gods!
"Ah!"
"What's going on?"
"..."
On the bustling street filled with people, this sudden scene shocked passersby, causing them to scream in terror.
"Why are you screaming?"
Es roared,
"All of you, die!"
"Die!"
With the word 'die' spoken, the area suddenly fell silent, and one by one, figures fell to the ground without a sound.
"You!" Barrow's face turned ashen, and he glared at Es with clenched teeth.
"Why?"
"Because it's interesting." Es hopped off the chair, hands behind her back, and strolled through the corpses on the ground. "Humans, aside from providing faith to the gods, are only qualified to be toys."
"Satisfying!"
"..." Barrow trembled, feeling deeply helpless as he looked at the bodies. Finally, he sighed and followed.
"You killed Blaze and Monica?"
"How could I?" Es shook her head with a smile.
"I did cast a curse, but Monica is a vampire, an eternal enemy of the gods. I couldn't let her off easily."
"They're in a place of twisted chaos, but they don't have to worry about survival."
"Hmm?"
Es frowned,
"I feel like I did something wrong?"
"Forget it."
"It doesn't matter!"
With her current strength, in an age where the gods have already fallen, there was no longer any existence that could threaten her.
The Scroll World.
Due to being sealed within the core area of a battle between two deities and then being casually encased by Es in an ancient barrier that had already been lost, the flow of time within differed from the outside world.
Blaze and Monica chopped down trees and built a wooden house in the forest, with a small stream nearby.
The stream had fish, the forest had animals, and the trees bore fruits. They had no worries about food or drink.
The two lay on self-made rocking chairs, gazing leisurely at the sky.
"A life without constraints..."
Monica smiled,
"It's not bad, actually."
"Yes," Blaze nodded,
"I'd rather live here forever. It's monotonous, but fulfilling."
"Darling," Monica caressed her slightly swollen belly,
"I've gained some weight during this time."
"Maybe you're pregnant," Blaze turned to her,
"Only your belly got bigger?"
"It's impossible for me to get pregnant," Monica shook her head,
"We've been cursed by the gods, unable to bear children. Our ancestors tried everything, but they could only give birth to lower-tier vampires, those 'vampires' who can't bear the sunlight."
"Is that so?" Blaze didn't seem to mind,
"Maybe there'll be a surprise. I'm really looking forward to our child's birth."
The Academy.
"Es."
Barrow's expression darkened,
"Why did you come here?"
Looking at the bustling students, their faces once filled with vitality, now seemed to be covered in a layer of dark, deathly energy.
If something were to happen here...
Barrow's heart skipped a beat.
"I don't like wizards, but I agree with one of their sayings," Es licked a lollipop, "Knowledge is power!"
"I've been locked up for too many years. Even after consuming the Hymnist and learning from his memories, I still missed out on too much."
"Coming here is a good opportunity to fill in the gaps."
As they spoke, the two entered the library.
It was during class hours, so the library wasn't crowded. By the time they reached the third floor's History and Literature section, there were barely any people.
"Barrow," a familiar voice sounded, "What brings you here?"
"Professor Carl!"
Barrow turned around and quickly averted his eyes, "I have something to do here. You should get back to your work."
(End of Chapter)
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