Chapter 534
The First Magic's ability has the effect of 'transforming what has happened into mystery,' so it might be a coincidence. At the moment Novia shattered the Mirror World, Yumina used the many broken mirrors to try to reverse the effect, which is that 'mystery is what has happened,' or simply put, she wanted to 'analyze' everything about Novia.
At that moment, Yumina held her breath, and then let out a breath that was almost gasping for air.
Perhaps it was out of emotion, or perhaps envy.
Even if it was only for the sake of stubborn descendants, it would be difficult to remain indifferent after learning about those things.
Her dazzling skin, her silver hair flowing like gold dust, her azure blue eyes, and the beauty of her body that could be seen even through her clothes—all these elements constituted a unique Golden Rule, a beauty that brought joy. The majestic beauty that emanated from her aura was beyond the ordinary, a fact that needs no further explanation.
However, what truly gripped the First Magus's heart was not these outward appearances, or the charm that seemed to come from Authority.
"What a magnificent, yet tragic existence..."
What Yumina felt was the hardships and respect this person had endured in his life.
There's no real logic to it; anyone can understand the hardship involved. Yumina felt lonely and melancholic because she couldn't even come close to achieving it.
I see.
It's heartbreaking how hard he tried.
Therefore, Yumina developed a slight 'interest', because it was inevitable that this man would gather around her, and Yumina wanted to win his heart.
However, that might be incredibly difficult, because it's too pure.
So it's better to make him hate you, despise you, and reject you, leaving indelible scars in his heart. Only then can you truly win his heart and become the most beloved in his heart.
Therefore, I have to do more, and more things that will make him hate me.
"Novia, I'll tell you about something even better than Erice Alice."
"Yeah?"
"So, don't worry about those two guys; it's pointless anyway."
Yumina knew it was impossible, but she just said it because she knew she would be disliked.
In Yumina's view, although Male have aspects that neither good nor evil can shake, they all have self-respect at their core and do not like the things or people they care about to be looked down upon. That's why she deliberately looked down on them. In her speculation, Novia will probably refuse with a smile next.
However.
"If you can do it, then give it a try."
The tone that came out of the silver-haired youth's mouth this time was unexpectedly forthright.
"... Huh?"
"What, you're already disillusioned?"
Novia smiled wickedly, as if she had found Yumina's weakness.
"... I see. Then you should prepare yourself, Novia."
At that moment, Novia gently stroked Yumina's shoulders and slender neck, causing the girl to breathe heavily.
"The sound seems to be getting louder."
Erice frowned.
But this time, instead of saying a word to Alice and turning away as before, she quickly approached the Witch's penguin costume.
It was very hot, incredibly hot, but Yumina inexplicably wanted to maintain this distance.
"Kuonji, although this isn't a good question, you should remember the Demon King, right?"
"... Of course, so what?"
"Speaking of which, how did you two become acquainted after I came to Akihabara? Did he do anything?"
Yumina searched through Alice's memories, hesitated slightly, and finally spoke with utter indifference, "No."
I think so too.
Erice sighed, "After all, the Demon King is quite popular. I was overthinking things back then, sorry."
Yumina felt her body tremble slightly, as if it were a reflex.
She was a beat too late to realize that Novia's mouth was pinching her earlobe. He shouldn't be doing this, but he was actually licking her ear right in front of Erice, slowly licking along the contours of her ear. Every time his tongue slid, his hot breath would fall on her ear, seeping into her brain as if it were corroding Yumina's body.
"What's wrong? Are you sweating again? Do you want to rest for a bit?"
"Fine."
In the scorching heat, Erice, dressed in casual clothes, and Arisu, dressed in a penguin mascot Alice, walked side by side. To onlookers, Alice must have looked ridiculous, but Erice seemed completely unconcerned. She stopped talking and simply walked quietly alongside Alice.
Yumina felt a sweet, numbing sensation as she watched her daughter desperately trying to keep up with her pace.
She actually wanted to walk slower, but doing so would make her suppressed breathing too obvious.
So, as usual, she pretended not to care about Erice and continued walking, except that she was scratching Novia's hand with her nails, as if drawing circles, while simultaneously declaring to Novia without admitting defeat:
"You're mine now, so let them take my color."
Novia didn't reply, she just kissed her.
When Aoko Aozaki woke up, she found herself in the Bathroom of the mansion. The interior was decorated in an England style and was spacious enough that it could theoretically accommodate two people taking a bath together.
"... Yumina?"
Alice was soaking in the bathtub, began to shout.
Looking out the window, it's already evening, meaning Yumina has been manipulating her body for at least a whole day.
Most importantly, Alice has absolutely no idea what happened... but judging from her, it's most likely related to Novia, based on Yumina's tone.
"Come out."
Xiao Alice's voice sounded a little different than usual.
Is she confused? If so, that's quite interesting.
I had the same reaction when I was first held tightly, so it evened things out. So let my emotions get even more chaotic, and then just show that expression to that man.
Yumina remained silent.
"Tell me, what exactly did you do with my body? I won't be angry... Huh?"
Looking through the full-length mirror in the Bathroom, after clearing the steam-filled surface, Alice inadvertently noticed her own body as she touched the mirror with her fingertips. She subconsciously frowned, and the first thought that came to her mind was—it felt like she had been abused, but it was also a feeling that was both warm and stinging.
So Alice started looking at herself in the mirror several times, her neck, arms, insteps, thighs, and stomach all examined, but...
Why would Yumina deliberately injure herself? Is this what she calls "treatment"?
"Well..."
Although she doesn't remember it at all, Alice will take this as a lesson, learn from it, and never forget it for the rest of her life. She will live with this belief and strive to prevent Yumina from deliberately harming her body without her knowledge.
As the night deepened, Aoko Aozaki, who already knew that Novia and the others had returned, lay on her bed gently stroking those 'traces'.
For some reason, even though she was exhausted and sleepy, her eyes were still fixed on the twinkling stars outside the window.
"... My body is so tired."
Chapter 545 Please Lilith.
Behold, the Jehovah has made the earth empty and desolate; he has turned the earth upside down and scattered its inhabitants.
The Jehovah will come out of his dwelling place to punish the Sin of the earth's inhabitants, and the earth will reveal its blood and will no longer cover the slain.
On that day the Jehovah will punish the Crocodile, the swift-moving serpent, and the crooked-moving Crocodile, with his hard and powerful sword, and kill the Great Fish of the sea.
Book of Isaiah in the Old Testament Bible.
The Himalayas.
That's the place closest to the sky.
Looking out, all that could be seen was an endless expanse of silvery land and a pitch-black sky.
In the middle of all this, there was a man.
Mot, the Canaan Death God, was the Culprit stirred up, ravaged the Planet, and blocked humanity's progress—the very concept of death.
If a being of the 'Deity' harbors malice, and given that this is a critical period of change in the world, it is only natural that the Fr World would behave this way. To a certain extent, Hermes and John Dee, the Alchemy, fall into this category.
Although Mot failed to become the second-generation God-King, he was no pushover either.
From the perspective of the global pantheon as a whole, Mot, who was able to defeat the god-king Baal, is undoubtedly the strongest Death God, especially now, as his Authority over death has become distorted beyond the realm of concepts.
This is natural. Although Anubis and Yama escaped, their Authority over death was completely absorbed. Even the South America Death God was still there before was the same. Even the death that Mot longed for, which was located in Erice's body, was indirectly taken away by Mot because the girl herself rejected both possibilities and became something to be discarded.
Therefore, at this moment, Mot can be described as the complete 'death' that embodies the Authority of 'death' in the world.
"... Anat."
Mot whispered something like bubbles.
"This time, I will not yield to you again for my father's safety."
According to Canaan mythology, after killing Baal, Mot was captured by Anat, who tortured Mot to the point of dismemberment and scattering his body powder on the ground. However, Baal and Mot soon revived. While the two continued their battle, Apsh, the Canaan Sun Goddess, arrived and threatened to punish El, causing Mot to submit.
"Himalayas, submit to me!"
Thick, dark clouds obscured the sky, and not only was there no sign of rain, but the Gale blowing from the ground abused their power, sweeping up the white snow and creating a scene of plundering everything. Now, this land is barren, and the Planet is slowly dying.
As the previous generation Deity Primate, Protection the Planet on which they depended for survival was a necessity. Although the various pantheons of the Age of Gods differed to varying degrees and in different ways, they would never allow their Planet to perish, as that would be tantamount to suicide. It was only natural that beings with the desire to 'live' would consider it taboo.
However.
Mot did not see it that way. To him, Earth was less a 'home' and more a Sacrifice, and everything in it was meaningless, life existing only for death.
Therefore, Planet must be Sacrifice to recreate Planet, a new Planet in which he is the 'Eternal Exalted One'.
"Death is constant, pervading all things and all living beings."
What appeared in response to the prayer of Mot the Death God was the manifestation of utter death.
The earth boiled, the sky cracked open, Stars seemed to pour down in an instant, trailing tails of light.
All of this combined creates an atmosphere of New World, as if the sacred Canaan mountain of Mount Saphon, promised with eternal prosperity, is about to appear.
But the thick black fog replaced the sacred mountain that the Canaan king should have ascended; instead, there was only the endlessly stretching expanse of land.
The Himalayas.
"The place closest to heaven, from this day forward I will ascend to heaven—"
What is that?! The Universe?!
That's impossible.
If it were just an unusual phenomenon, it could be explained by mystery or something similar, but it's impossible for the Himalayas to be surrounded by scenery like the Universe.
However, the things there ignored Mot's thoughts, with genuine stars shining brightly around a central Sun.
If I had to describe it, it's more like a 'pillar'.
Subconsciously, Mot slowly raised his eyes.
Could it be...?
His murmured tone revealed an emotion quite different from his usual indifference.
Fear.
Reverence.
Or... it should be called an unbelievable, murky emotion.
As Deity of the Age of Gods, even though Canaan ended very early, he knew that after the Age of Gods ended, humans would be the Primate of the Planet, and the rules of the world would become the rules most suitable for humans. Fantasy and the gods were all violations of the rules and could only move to the other side of the world, leaving the world to humans.
The thing that anchors the Human World is the 'Anchor of the Storm'.
Britain has it, China has it, and even India has it.
"O mysteries of foreign lands, daring to defile the mysteries of this Holy Mountain belonging to Ga, may you be annihilated!"
The instant the sound rang in his ears, an overwhelming surge of Od accelerated, and a spiral of light rushed straight towards Mot. At the same time, Mot sensed that the Himalayas also spontaneously began to resist, as if they had acquired human-like qualities, making it a pincer attack from both inside and outside.
"Heh, is that so? A mere force dares to be so confident?"
Mot raised his index finger.