The Extra Can't be A Hero

Chapter 310: The Spirit Goddess (2)

Yue felt as though she were drifting across a boundless sea of clouds.

There was no weight to her body, no resistance to her thoughts. She flowed like a fallen leaf carried along a gentle river—effortless, unburdened, utterly at peace.

The current beneath her was warm and obedient. She did not need to paddle or steer; the river bent naturally to her will, reshaping its course before she even formed the intention. It felt as though the world itself was responding to her presence.

As she surrendered to that current, her perception deepened.

The "river" was not water… it was time.

It was the spiritual lineage of existence itself.

She saw the birth of the primordial spirits, flickers of consciousness igniting in the nascent realm when reality was still raw and unrefined. She witnessed their gradual evolution through endless epochs, their forms stabilising, their wills strengthening. She watched the rise of Monarch spirits—sovereign entities who shaped civilisations, influenced elements, and etched their names into the laws of the world.

And then… She saw the convergence. All streams of spirit, no matter how distant in origin, flowed toward a singular destination.

A singularity beyond time.

The Spirit God… The First Spirit… The Origin.

It did not possess a fixed shape.

It was formless, yet omnipresent—an existence that extended branches through every layer of reality. The nascent realm, where spirits were born. The present realm, where they acted. The final realm, where all things returned.

Every path, every evolution, every ascension is ultimately linked back to that singular core. It was both the beginning and the end of all spirits. Before such vastness, Yue felt infinitesimal. A mote of dust suspended in eternity. A lone fish in an ocean without a shore.

To attempt to claim dominion over this entirety would be arrogance beyond reason—an unforgivable trespass against the natural order.

But Yue had never intended to conquer the spirit realm.

She intended to lead it.

At that realisation, the glowing orb within her soul began to shine. The divinity she had harvested from the Beast Titan—once wild and tyrannical—now revealed its true nature. It resonated with the river of spirits, amplifying her authority.

With this divine fragment, she could command, guide, and restructure the countless spirits across the realms. She could stand at the apex of their hierarchy as their sovereign.

Yet… that was not enough.

To defeat the Titans. To shatter the Demons. To overthrow the false Goddess Hyades herself.

Becoming merely a Spirit Sovereign would not suffice.

Yue needed to transcend divinity. She needed to accomplish what no being had dared since the dawn of creation… to form a contract with the Origin itself. Her consciousness sharpened. The serenity of drifting gave way to unwavering resolve.

Before her, the Mysterious Grimoire unfurled, its pages turning without wind, every sealed rune blazing to life. Power that had long slumbered within her soul awakened all at once.

The singular magic ring—proof that she had reached the absolute endpoint of mortal magic—began to hum. Infinite mana surged through it, not chaotic but perfectly aligned. She extended her will outward, not to dominate the river, but to synchronise with it.

The spiritual energies surrounding her gathered in spirals of luminous light. Threads of time trembled. The branches of the Origin pulsed in response. She had wandered this boundless spirit realm long enough.

The dreamlike drift was over.

Now… she was going for the prize.

"Oh, great Origin… Let's not play the game… You know it, I know it… We are bound together through fate."

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The Origin didn't speak. Not that it couldn't, but it didn't have to.

Everything was predetermined by fate. From the moment Yue built her power to step into this realm, their fates were sealed. Origin would become Yue's spirit, and she would transcend to become the Spirit Goddess. There was no stopping it. For a spirit with no emotions or mortal thought, Origin wouldn't have rejected the contract anyway.

"Our contract will be that of equals. I promise not to destroy the Spirit Realm. No, I'll even grow it. In exchange… Let me lead the Spirits in the mortal realm. All of them."

[...]

"And once everything is said and done… the Spirit Realm will become an integral part in the new Pantheon. That is my promise to you."

[...]

The Origin lightly hummed, as if agreeing to Yue's terms.

"Then… Let us conclude the contract."

At that moment, Yue felt something flow into her. It wasn't mana or power… it was something far more abstract… authority.

She felt her control over her contracted spirits tighten. No, she felt the contracts she made with them come free. Yet, she didn't lose control over them. For now, she was contracted with the greatest spirit of them all. There was no longer a need to sign multiple minor contracts.

At that moment, the whole Spirit Realm bowed at her feet.

In the instant her will touched the Origin, the spirit realm answered.

Every spirit—ancient primordial sovereigns who had witnessed the birth of eras, and fragile wisps born only moments ago—fell into alignment with her existence.

It was not compulsion. It was recognition.

A universal acknowledgement that the axis of their world had shifted.

Contracts formed without parchment. The countless spiritual currents that roamed across the nascent, present, and final realms flowed toward her like tributaries to the sea. Authority no longer needed to be asserted—it simply was.

Her dominion was not proclaimed; it was self-evident.

And in that overwhelming convergence, her mortal shell could no longer contain her.

Without realising it, Yue's body started to metamorphose. Her white hair drifted away like snow dissolving in sunlight, each strand scattering into motes of mana before vanishing. In its place, ethereal filaments of radiant light cascaded down her back—luminous strands that shimmered like woven starlight. Her flesh and bone dissolved and reformed, reforged in the crucible of divine spiritual mana.

Every vein became a conduit of pure authority; every heartbeat resonated like a distant chime echoing across realms. Her skin, once pale as winter snow, now possessed a translucent sheen, as though sculpted from polished jade.

A faint floral fragrance lingered around her—subtle yet irresistible—drawing life instinctively toward her presence. It was not mere beauty; it was the allure of origin, the comfort of something that all spirits recognised as home. Her ruby eyes deepened and transformed.

No longer simply radiant, they carried the weight of eternity.

Galaxies of spiritual constellations rotated within their depths. When she opened them fully, the fabric of reality trembled—not from violence, but from the undeniable fact that something fundamental had changed. Her existence alone distorted the laws of the world.

Golden clouds gathered and coiled around her form, drifting like silken veils.

They did not obscure her; they exalted her—crowning her silhouette with a celestial halo, as though she were an emissary descending from the highest heavens.

Space bent gently around her.

Time slowed in reverence.

The spirits across all realms bowed.

Yue was no longer bound by mortality, nor merely elevated by borrowed divinity. She had become the axis of the spirit realm itself.

The undisputed, unquestionable Spirit Goddess.

"So this is what it's like to achieve immortality."

Yue scoffed at the fact that she had attained every human's ultimate dream so easily. She didn't feel joy or pride, but rather… emptiness.

This was just the first step toward her goal of defeating Hyades.

Just cause Yue became a Goddess herself didn't mean Hyades would be defeated. Hyades has spent aeons accumulating her strength, reigning as the sole God in a world devoid of deities. It didn't matter if they absorbed all of the Titans' divinities and assimilated with the Origin.

It was going to be an uphill battle.

That said…

"We've made the first step."

Only after her energy started to settle did Yue allow herself a self-appreciative smile.

"With the Spirit Realm in my grasp, we can safely ascend the others without worrying about interference."

Yue released the seal on the chamber, allowing the stone door to unravel on its own. As light from the outside world seeped in, the first thing she saw were the Solaris Commanders standing guard outside. They were wearing expressions of shock and relief. Shock at Yue's current appearance and relief that the ascension was completed this swiftly.

But Yue only cared about one person's reaction.

Amon stood utterly still. His golden eyes were wide, unblinking, as though even the act of blinking would cause him to miss something irreplaceable. His jaw hung slightly open, not in foolishness, but in stunned reverence.

The battle-worn composure he carried so effortlessly had vanished. His black hair, usually tousled by wind and war, had been swept back, revealing the sharp lines of his face.

There was something untamed about him in that moment—raw, masculine, almost dangerously magnetic.

The kind of presence that turned heads without effort. Yue narrowed her eyes faintly. She couldn't deny the heat that flickered within her at the sight of him like that. That wild, unguarded expression stirred something possessive inside her.

And yet, irritation followed just as swiftly.

She disliked the thought that such a look was not hers to monopolise. But then she noticed the way he was looking at her.

His eyes traced her as though trying to memorise every detail… the luminous strands of her hair, the golden clouds coiling around her, the divine sheen of her skin. It was as if he feared that if he looked away, she might ascend even further beyond his reach.

And perhaps he had reason to fear.

The current Yue no longer resembled a mere woman touched by divinity. She looked like an ethereal fairy descended from myth—untouchable, sovereign, impossibly radiant.

Her presence carried the kind of beauty that could topple dynasties and end wars before they began. The air itself seemed reluctant to disturb her silhouette. For a long moment, neither of them spoke.

Alas, there was no need for Amon to worry.

For it was only a matter of time before his own ascension.

Pausing, Yue skipped forward and linked arms with her lover before whispering:

"Let's start hunting the rest of the Titans."