"Wake up, Pandemonium."
In her haze, such a voice reached Pandemonium's ears—or rather, rang directly within her mind, awakening her consciousness.
"Ugh..."
As her consciousness gradually emerged from unconsciousness, Pandemonium felt no relief. Instead, she was assaulted by indescribable pain.
Agonizing pain seemed to surge from every corner of her body, as though deliberately tormenting her, making Pandemonium let out a stifled groan.
Yet Pandemonium still woke up successfully, as if guided by some mysterious force, opening her eyes.
The moment she opened her eyes, Pandemonium discovered that she had arrived in a divine hall with an exceedingly solemn atmosphere.
It was the kind of atmosphere she loathed most, filled with seriousness, holiness, solemnity, and rigidity, making her instinctively uncomfortable.
But what displeased her even more were the three people standing before her, silently watching her.
They consisted of one man and two women.
"She really woke up?"
The man responsible for Pandemonium's current predicament spoke with something like admiration.
"Of course. After all, I tampered with her fate a little."
The Goddess of Fate, hailed as the strongest of the modern era, spoke with considerable pride.
"You can hear us now, can't you, Pandemonium?"
The Goddess of Life, the gentlest goddess in the Divine Realm and the one who cherished all living things, turned her gaze toward Pandemonium.
Pandemonium knew all three of them, and none of them were people she found pleasant.
"Goddess of Fate Lidas... Goddess of Life Anima..."
Pandemonium softly called the names of these two pinnacles of the God Race, then turned her gaze toward the final person—the human male.
Her gaze was filled with malice, her eyes brimming with hatred. Like a gravely wounded beast on the verge of going mad, she was chilling to behold.
Unfortunately, when Pandemonium moved her body, she realized