Son of the Hero King

Chapter 769: I can cut everything

Euphoria observed Lilith with an indifferent mask, her emotions a mystery to everyone but herself. In the distance, she could see the three demigods trapped in Hypnos' Dream world.

He was clearly struggling to keep them contained inside, as could be seen from his trembling body. However, his measures to keep them bound for as long as possible were more than enough for her.

Briefly, she considered striking the nosy lot down, but she did not specialize in combat. Her power was far more insidious. Attacking now would only help in waking them up with injuries they could heal from soon enough.

In the first place, she had no reason to strike them. She had already won.

She could leave right this instant if she wanted. Her goal had already been achieved. Entering the Divine Realm and reacquiring her Divine Kingdom was not really possible for her at the moment. If she even made the slightest attempt, then she would get jumped all at once, ganged on by her thirteen little sisters and destroyed until she could rebuild herself again.

However, there was no need for haste. Time was on her side. Her Divine Kingdom would come to her clutches, one way or another, she was sure.

The other elder gods who had woken up from their slumber were either in the Astral Realm or the Abyss. But they were undoubtedly observing the situation.

Now that she had opened the floodgates, she was sure that many of them would ascend as well.

Many of them were stronger than her and far more experienced in all aspects.

Again, it did not really matter if they woke up too.

She was the very first goddess of the modern era. The power of this Narrative was not something that could be underestimated.

This was also why she could not flee right now.

At the level of gods— Story, Narrative, and Fate were extremely important. Those things could absolutely and completely change the outcome of a battle.

If she left now, she would not only become the first goddess to lose, but she would also be someone who scampered away from a mere mortal who had not even properly embraced her demigodhood.

This narrative would incredibly empower Lilith, and even in the future, Lilith would become a nemesis for her.

Tch. Worst case, I might enter a story of three encounters like that stupid Nihil.

She knew that Sol Luxuria had bound Nihil fate with a rule of three. Thanks to that narrative, his power level skyrocketed in an incredibly short amount of time while Nihil stayed in a sort of coma.

After all, they needed to be at relatively the same level for the last encounter to happen and decide the outcome.

At this point, I am certain that this Sol must be the reincarnation of a god.

Euphoria sighed. If Sol were a woman, she would have thought it was none other than Dawn herself. She was the only one who represented Light in all its forms.

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Swish!

A sword stopped a few centimeters away from Euphoria, as if blocked by an invisible barrier.

“How impatient.” Euphoria dismissed the sword. She was not a combat-focused goddess, but a goddess she was nonetheless.

“You thought you could wound me with an attack like this?”

“No. I just dislike you and that stupid face of yours.”

A new sword appeared in Lilith’s grasp. While she had a main weapon that was created by Theresa, conjuring swords was nothing for her.

“Do you truly believe the sword of someone who is not even a True Demigod yet can harm a god?”

This time, Euphoria was truly looking at Lilith with disbelief. She thought that the woman simply planned to buy time until the Anubis, Ambrosia, and Echidna woke up.

However, she was shocked to be proven otherwise. No, the crazed woman before her was far more ambitious than that.

Not only did she genuinely want to fight with her— a bona fide goddess, but her demeanor stated an unbridled confidence in herself. She believed she could win, that she could best a goddess,

This realization irritated her to no end.

“Hahah. Do I look that easy to you?”

Pink light filled her now golden eyes, and her hair billowed behind her in eldritch waves. An aura of charm spread throughout her in an all-devouring tsunami.

Suddenly, the world seemed far more beautiful than it should, had any reason to be.

Though they were above the harsh environment of Gluttony Foss, it felt like the air itself had been replaced with a perfume that gave off waves of longing and need. The battlefield softened, the blood-soaked winds turning into a gentle breeze that carried whispers of forgotten lovers and unfulfilled dreams. Even the broken earth below began to shimmer as if wrapped in the sheen of dawn.

Euphoria was there, and so was Hypnos, occupied as he may be, but it did not diminish his presence. Dream, Love, and Hatred were extremely close. When fighting together, she could make even the most beautiful dream become a nightmare.

As a goddess, her power went further beyond mere conversions and parlor tricks.

Lilith felt it immediately— the weight of divine affection, a gravity that tried to pull her soul closer, whispering that surrender would be the equivalent of salvation. The salvation that she had longed for just about forever. For an instant, her body hesitated, her blade trembling as if ashamed to be raised against such beauty.

Euphoria smiled. “Let’s start our romantic story.”

Then she moved. The goddess did not strike with mere weapons like mortal barbarians but with the very concept of emotions itself. Threads of rose-colored light unspooled from her fingertips, slicing through the air like ribbons of razor-sharp death. Each carried an emotion – love, devotion, obsession, despair – and when they struck, they exploded into bursts of psychic heat that tried to burn through Lilith’s mind.

For a brief moment, Euphoria transformed into the most beautiful being in existence for Lilith. A person so beautiful that even thinking of hurting her seemed like a sin.

Euphoria was already envisioning the result now. Controlling Lilith right now would be impossible, but it was just a seed, and once this seed was planted, she might be able to bring out a powerful warrior under her banner.

Lilith, meanwhile, was feeling dirty. She knew love. She understood hate. This was why those fake emotions filling her heart made her despise Euphoria far more than she had despised her at the beginning.

She understood that the powers of gods and goddesses could bring out mental interference, but at her level, it should not have affected her so much. A mere suggestion at best, not this crippling desire.

Euphoria was proving to be far more troublesome than anticipated. If it were a war, this move alone could have changed the very makeup of the whole battlefield.

Sadly for Euphoria, for one, this was not a war, and more importantly,

“Your power is just an inferior version of his.” She had already faced a far superior version of emotional inference before. She was sure Euphoria did not even hold a candle to him.

Lilith surged through the waves, though the dirty ribbons of filth, stepping through them as she drew a line of silvery light across the air with her sword. The threads that tied her were all cut, severed out of existence, and those approaching from afar were shredded into non-existence.

Severing the seven emotions was the very basis of swordmanship she had learned in the past. The Empty Sword.

Her mind was cold like steel. Her heart did not waver in the slightest.

Her voice came low. “Love, hate— it’s all the same in front of me. There is nothing in this world, in existence, that I cannot cut. Not even the gods.”

Some might call her arrogant. However, that was the belief, the conviction that she had decided to live with at the start of her journey, and now… she was coming close to proving that very conviction.

Euphoria’s smile wavered. “Impossible… How are you resisting me?” It was incomprehensible. A new god she might be, but how was Lilith able to resist her concept?

For the first time since the start of the fight, Lilith laughed. Laughed out loud like the repressed maniac she was within everything. Fate was truly mysterious, and Euphoria was simply unlucky.

How could Lilith tell her that she was reborn and trained constantly in a dimension where inverted emotions were actually deemed to be normal, deemed true?

This fight might be far easier than she had anticipated, actually.