Son of the Hero King

Chapter 764: You choose a bad time

The ascension of a new goddess was an event that shook the world, extending even beyond the borders of the Mortal Realm.

In the Divine Realm, dozens of ruins floated around, the remains of what had once been the Divine Kingdom.

Out of them all, only the ones belonging to the 14 goddesses, as well as Ymir, the goddess of Destruction, had been fully active. Meanwhile, the kingdoms of the Two Mother Goddesses were still dormant even to this day, silently accompanying them in their prolonged sleep.

Now, however, where there should have been nothing but ruin and destruction, a wind of change stirred, bringing with it the aura of rejuvenation. Broken stones gathered, and two broken kingdoms started fusing under the will of the world.

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Love and Hate.

Similar to the twin goddesses, they were opposite laws— two sisters sharing concepts that seemingly clashed with each other but were in fact complementary. They were two sides of the same coin.

During the Twilight of the Gods, the one once known as the goddess of love fell while her concept was devoured by her sister.

Though she was then killed by Adam not long after, since she did not die under the power of the END, she was able to resurrect with the two authorities in her possession.

Reborn a little over a thousand years ago, she explored the world, searching eagerly for a way to ascend once again to obtain her Throne in the highest known sky of the universe— Divine Kingdom.

However, disappointingly, she was unable to find a way to facilitate her ascension. Instinctively, she knew what she needed to do. She just needed to perfectly resonate with her concept once again and give birth to a new divinity.

However, such a monumental task was easier said than done. Even for an ex-goddess of her caliber.

So she explored the world with even more effort and resolve. For more than a hundred years, she searched through the Mortal Realm, trying to find something that would stir her heart.

She brought kingdoms down, made a mockery of all forms of life, and manipulated as many people as her whims demanded on the moment, and yet it was never enough.

None of those plays could make her heart beat. None of them could inspire her to take the next step.

At least, that had been the case till this fateful day.

The day she met a small witch.

It was nothing but a whim, a way to pass the time and get rid of her increasing boredom.

But she soon realized how interesting the small and insignificant witch was. Thanks to that witch, she witnessed a story worthy of the greatest drama.

A story filled with love, regret, jealousy, and betrayal.

A story of the likes she had witnessed many times before, and yet that one in particular had reached such an intensity that she watched with bated breath, anticipating with relish what would happen next.

After all, the actors and protagonists of the story were of a caliber few could reach.

The tale of a Cursed Witch and a Blessed Prince.

Two people who could be considered in many ways as the darlings of the world. Be it in terms of their respective identities or the power they possessed, they were both nearly at the highest rank of the established realms.

It was an incredible epic, unlike any other for her.

She laughed when the witch confessed her love to the man.

She watched with bated breath when the witch used her sisters to help him conquer the world.

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She teared up when the witch was finally betrayed by the man she loved.

For the first time in a hundred years, she could feel her heart powerfully beating in her chest.

This was it. This was the story she had been waiting for. She wanted, needed to be part of this story.

From a bystander, she became an actor.

Stepping onto the stage, she brought down one of the protagonists of this tragic story with her own hand while hiding in the shadows.

She killed Jupiter Luxuria. She did not even need to move herself; pushing out those cult members who worshiped Adam had been more than easy enough.

Had she not intervened, the future would have changed drastically from the path it had taken. Jupiter would have become the Emperor of the Mortal Realm and then would have fully exiled Medea. Not even Ambrosia would have been able to attack him, and the story would have ended.

However, due to her intervention, a story that should have fully ended was merely put on hold.

And so she waited.

For a hundred years, she waited.

One hundred became three hundred.

She witnessed many more tragic stories.

A story about a young witch who loved humanity too much but was betrayed.

A story about a vicious princess who terrorized the world with her poison.

A story about two twins who died because they wished to prove their theories to the world.

And even the story of a young phoenix who failed to protect her friends.

All those stories were beautiful, and yet none of them affected her like that of the Cursed Witch.

Three hundred years became seven hundred, and soon nearly one thousand years went by.

Yet she was never tired of waiting. Why should she? In the grand scheme of things, one thousand years was nothing but a blink, an inconsequential amount of time to beings that measured time in eons.

She just needed to wait. She knew very well that such a powerful story could not end so anticlimactically, and her patience had finally been rewarded.

After one thousand years, a new chapter had opened.

Starting with Mars Luxuria, then continuing with Sol Luxuria.

She watched it all from a distance. Never stepping forward to go into the stage herself, but never too far away that she could not even call herself a spectator, and when the wedding between the two of them was announced to the world, Su Daji could say, without the shadow of a doubt, that she had cheered the most among them all. More than even the participants of this wonderful play.

And so she stepped up once again on the board, tying her story to Sol this time, she became someone he could not ignore.

If life were a play, then she was both a spectator, a script writer, and an actor.

Though the death of her sibling was a shame and something she had not foreseen, she accepted it as a loss necessary to increase the power of the narrative she was weaving.

After all, what revenge could be more beautiful than one driven by the death of family? Your own flesh and blood?

She chuckled, feeling the power of Fate weaving around the narrative she created.

A benefactor to one and an enemy to another.

Fights at the level of gods were not just about simple punches and kicks; the ability to control the narrative could change everything for beings of their caliber.

Though it was a shame she could not become Sol’s nemesis, as he had already established a rule of Three against Nihil, she did not mind.

She knew desiring such a role might be too dangerous and break the equilibrium she had carefully crafted throughout the millennium of her machinations. After all, the narrative of a nemesis could only end when one died.

She did not fear Sol, but there was no need to entangle herself too much with him.

Finally, she opened her eyes. The world under her divine sight looked now so familiar; she could not help but groan in unbelievable ecstasy.

Only now did she realize anew how diminished she had been as a mere mortal.

But she also realized another important fact.

I cannot use my full power here.

It was still somewhat bearable as a demigod. But now that she had become a goddess once more, she truly felt like a whale trying to breathe on land or a shark in a fish bowl.

The mana in the air was simply too thin, and her existence too large to facilitate her existence.

Though it was growing fast thanks to the birth of a goddess, paradoxically, it was in danger because of the same goddess.

It’s a shame, but I should be careful.

If she went too far in breathing in mana, the world would be in danger and would deem her an enemy. If that event were to transpire, she would automatically lose her advantage and become unable to enter the Mortal Realm any longer.

“This cannot be!”

Euphoria’s musing was interrupted by Invidia’s scream.

Watching their reaction, a smirk graced her divine lips, “Truly stupid as you always were. My dear sisters.”

All fourteen goddesses reacted. Luxuria first made sure to verify Asmodeus' survival, while Invidia and the others tried desperately to act and stop the catastrophe that was about to unfold.

But they soon realized that there was nothing they could do. The gates to the Mortal Realm were stopping them from reaching in.

They could still see, and they could even send in their avatar if they so wished, but they could not materialize with their true bodies inside the realm.

The very world was rejecting their presence.

The one little problem was that this rejection was fully one-sided. They knew that the newly born goddess, or rather the reborn goddess, could enter the Divine Realm from her side, and there was nothing they could do to stop her.

Euphoria understood this fact, and so did nothing but snicker as she watched the helpless goddesses.

“Dear little sisters. Stay silent and watch. Just know that this is just the beginning.”

Confusion soon gave place to fear as the goddesses realized one simple fact from Euphoria’s words.

She was just the first.

Luxuria, the calmest of them all, approached the gate and watched the one she once considered her elder.

The distance between them seemed so close, yet it was a distance separating two entirely different realms, something that could never be crossed unless Euphoria took the first step to enter the divine.

“So you were indeed alive.”

“You are not surprised? Well, I guess you were always the smartest of the bunch. So, what plans do you have, my sneaky little sister?”

“Me? Nothing. I knew you guys would come back, but I am sure none could have imagined it would happen like this.” Luxuria smiled slightly, unbothered by the threats that loomed with Euphoria’s ascension.

“For someone who knows they are powerless, you seem very composed,” Euphoria commented, her eyes narrowing into slits, suspicion thick in her gaze.

“Of course. After all, you might not have had a choice, but you truly chose the worst day possible to ascend.”

As she drawled those words, Luxuria gave a meaningful look toward Lustburg. She knew that something interesting was bound to happen very, very soon.