Chapter 265

"... What exactly are you doing?"

The vast difference in scale eroded Mahishi's senses.

In this case.

"I am Mahishi, and I have come to avenge my Moses Sand."

Mahishi spoke as he walked.

"Die, Durga!"

Countless flames rose violently from the earth, convulsing like Wrath hands reaching out to grab Durga.

"The demons are not yet destroyed. Operation Annihilation Begins. Scorched earth permitted. Unleash the Divine Bestowed Ten Armaments. This is the Wrath form that tears the sky and shatters the earth. Destroy, you demons!"

A roar of fury echoed from the Himalayas Mountains as massive icebergs slid down from the snow-white peaks, crashing into the flames and releasing the smell of ash and dust.

Looking at Mahishi, who had been struck by him but remained unharmed, Durga murmured softly with a cold expression:

"Brahma's Blessing?"

"Hahaha, that's right, Durga, I have received Brahma's Blessing!"

Mahishi laughed wildly, "No one can kill me! There is no such person in the world! Only Vishnu and the son of Kavia can kill me!"

In an instant, Mahishi felt the surrounding temperature rise rapidly, as if time itself was being melted by the heat.

"... What exactly are you doing?"

Durga tilted his head slightly in front of the Asura who attacked him.

His hands remained clenched tightly, his pupils were unfocused, his cold expression was distorted beyond recognition, and his teeth were grinding and chewing like those of a wild beast.

"... What exactly are you talking about?"

The mere mention of Mahishi's disrespectful words enraged Durga, and as if in response to her terrifying appearance, the flames on the ground intensified, and the crimson sea churned even more violently.

Wrath filled Durga's heart, making him like a demon at that moment.

I can't calm down.

In a sense, Durga was completely unable to remain calm about the matter of Kavia.

"Calm down, Durga, you shouldn't have been the one to kill Mahishi."

Just as Durga was Wrath, a voice came from beside her.

With that sound, everything around them became calm, or rather, dominated. The red-haired Goddess manifested and dominated them with her charm. Whether it was the air, the earth, or the Divine Power, the beautiful Goddess was enough to control everything just by standing there, making everything belong to her and become a part of her body.

"Mahishi, if you continue standing here, you will only die."

Mohini, who had come to the Himalayas Mountains at Vishnu, spoke these words expressionlessly. Mahishi was already somewhat intimidated by Durga's 'demon' appearance, immediately fled upon hearing this.

Durga tilted his head, his face cold as he stared at the suddenly appearing red-haired Goddess.

"I know you must be wondering who's standing in front of you."

Mohini smiled calmly, "But how should I introduce myself to you? You should have known me since the beginning of your life, while I knew Ga long before. In that sense, I should call you my sister, right?"

Durga fell into deep thought.

She sensed a similar element in the Wrath that had shaped her own personality, and recalling Mahishi's words, she coldly asked:

Vishnu.

"Wrong."

Mohini looked disgusted and crossed his arms. "I am Mohini, not that Vishnu."

Aren't you the same person?

Durga answered coldly.

In her eyes, Mohini was Vishnu, and that he was doing this to resolve the issue of Mahishi's blessing. Durga was genuinely unhappy about this, but there was nothing she could do. However, Durga planned to wait for Kavia's thoughts; if he was unwilling, she wouldn't let Mohini succeed so easily.

"But I will only accept this once."

The Goddess whispered coldly.

Upon hearing this, Mohini frowned his adorable brow.

"According to the principle of first come, first served, I am the one who should have said that, Durga."

The red-haired girl's face conveyed a variety of emotions, from breathtaking solemnity and vulgar eccentricity to the resilience and pitifulness of a flower blooming by the roadside—all of them, and none of them were fake.

Sensing the other party's self-righteousness, even so perhaps because of the beauty, Durga did not feel the same Wrath as he had towards Mahishi before.

"No, my husband is mine, and no one else is allowed to have him."

Durga's expression was like that of a bullied child.

In the brief silence, Mohini was neither angry nor disappointed; instead, he chuckled softly and responded as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Impossible! Durga is mine! You're the thief!"

In Mohini' view, the silver-haired, red-eyed Durga was like a counterpart to the Wrathful Aspect of Kavia. Since the Wrathful Aspect had blond hair and red eyes, anyone who saw them at first glance would think they were a perfect match, and Mohini was no exception. So he was very unhappy about it.

"... steal?"

Durga stood there, stunned, his lips trembling, looking at the Himalayas Mountains in the distance, feeling a profound sense of absurdity.

My husband clearly belongs only to me.

"I don't think you know anything about this."

Mohini solemnly raised a finger. "As the one who accompanied Ga the longest, I have always been secretly observing and protecting him. If it weren't for certain circumstances, I could have calmed Ga down when he Wrath. Goddess Durga you, who knows nothing, should just stay on the sidelines and watch."

Damn it, if my brother had returned earlier, I would have been out before Durga! If I had been out earlier, would Durga even have been necessary?

So, is Durga not mine or anything? He's just a thief who stole my treasure while I was away. Although Durga is destined to be Lila, that's one thing and that's another. There's no need to talk about that.

"Durga, you've really gone too far!"

Mohini said coldly, "I trusted you so much! How could you betray my kindness!"

Faced with the silver-tongued Mohini, the somewhat naive Durga was truly at a loss for words, mainly because she didn't know what to say.

He just cried out in a somewhat dejected tone:

"My husband..."

"Okay, okay, don't be like that. Durga, just call me 'sister,' and I'll forgive you."

"My husband..."

"Look, although this was wrong behavior, I forgive you. But remember to be grateful to me!"

Mohini shook his finger.

"My husband..."

"Please don't do this, okay? If people see this, they'll think I'm bullying you..."

Mohini, who had only intended to tease Durga to make her obediently act as his younger sister, suddenly became nervous when he saw that the silver-haired Goddess was still so downcast. After all, Durga was still the lover she had acknowledged, and what if she saw him doing this and misunderstood, or got angry?

Mohini was unwilling to accept this self-inflicted suffering, but she didn't have a way to appease Durga in the short term.

Then, after about ten seconds, Durga, who had been looking down dejectedly, suddenly raised his head and looked up at the sky, revealing a rare, gentle smile.

"My husband."

The next moment, Kavia, who had come as promised, was immediately picked up by Durga, who had been waiting for a long time, leaving Kama standing aside, gritting his teeth.

Mohini didn't pounce on Gavia like Durga did, nor did he immediately make a sound to attract Kavia's attention. He simply looked at Kavia with his red eyes.

Actually, the red-haired girl was also curious--

Will Jia be able to recognize himself?

Mohini had no doubt that she loved Jia deeply, but she didn't know when those feelings had begun.

The two had no adventures worth recording in history, nor did they develop a love that would last until death.

But despite all this, what matters most to the Goddess is that she only wants to dance for him and stay by his side.

This is enough reason for Mohini to wait for today, enough reason to look forward to tomorrow.

That was definitely not an illusion; it has now disappeared because we have already met.

Even so, we cannot be completely at ease.

"Who are you..."

Just as Mohini had predicted, shortly after being held by Durga, Kavia naturally noticed her watching silently from the side.

I can't speak, I can't say anything. I can't even open my mouth; if I did, my heart would jump out of my chest.

In that instant, Mohini bit his lower lip, breathing heavily, and slightly raised his head to meet Kavia's gaze.

Calm down, calm down! I must calm down immediately, calm down to the limit, calm down as calm as I can be. I am Mohini, the most beautiful Deity...

"Waaah..."

But Mohini could only make this kind of groaning sound.

"Haven't seen you for a long time."

To Kavia, the girl before him was undoubtedly Vishnu, but for some reason, he subconsciously denied it, and spoke in an extremely slow, deliberate manner, enunciating each word clearly:

"Mohini."

That alone made Mohini feel very hot.

What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?

Chest.

My chest, which had finally calmed down, feels so hot.

What should I do?

Face.

The heat that had been building up deep inside my body seemed to rush to my face; it was just too hot.

It's so hot! It's not just hot, it's unbearably hot!

"... Gurgle."

He was so hot that he couldn't help but make strange noises, but incredibly, Mohini didn't seem to care.

That would be good, she thought.

"Jia, you and I..."

The most beautiful Goddess finally spoke in a normal voice, reaching out one hand to stroke Kavia's face and the other to touch her own belly.

She thought that as long as she reached out, she could get what she wanted.

The red-haired Goddess smiled beautifully, and this was the first time in her life she had uttered such words.

"Have a baby with me."

Chapter 323 Kama: I will take action.

"Wait, wait, what are you saying?!"

The moment Mohini uttered those words, the one who reacted the most strongly among those present was not Kavia, the person in question, nor Durga Kavia's lover, but rather Kama was standing to the side.

Although Mohini was now an independent Goddess, this fact was known to almost no one except Vishnu and his wife. Therefore, in Kama's eyes at that time, Mohini was Vishnu himself. So when Kama heard Mohini say, "Kama, come and have children with me," Kama felt as if the sky had fallen.

No, although gender isn't a big issue for God, but... well, Kama just couldn't accept it.

Moreover, as the Love God, she could see that the lust in Mohini' eyes was almost palpable, practically forming threads. The Love God thought that if only Kavia and Mohini were present, this beautiful red-haired Goddess would probably pounce on him and do whatever she wanted.

No, this is unacceptable! He is, after all, one of the Supreme Being Aspected God, and he has a beloved Lakshmi. Even when he was incarnated as Rama, he had two children. Although he is now in the form of the Goddess of Supreme Beauty, this is still utterly shameless! Lakshmi, please come and save your husband!

"How dare you speak so arrogantly, Kama! What is my status compared to yours?"

Based on Kama's changing expression and her understanding of her own identity, Mohini could probably tell that this Love God still equated her with the Vishnu. She also understood that this Love God was the nurturer of the current incarnation of Kavia, and in principle, she should still call her 'Mother'.

But Mohini was not like Durga, a somewhat naive Goddess, who truly believed that Kama was only as he appeared. The most beautiful Goddess had already seen through everything and had guessed Kama's little thoughts quite well. Therefore, in Mohini's mind, Kama was not equated with the nurturer, but with the enemy.

That's why Mohini used Vishnu's power to intimidate Kama. After all, Vishnu could be considered her brother, but as for Kama... well, one can only hope that Shiva, after unconsciously burning her with his third eye, might bless her.

"Yes, yes, you are talking about Narayana."