Goddess Tiamat's Embrace

Upon re-entering the Sea of Imaginary Numbers, it naturally once again attracted the attention of the Goddess Tiamat.

Since Rovi's body was created by Tiamat, it is perfectly normal that he bears the mark of this Mesopotamian primordial being and is sensed as soon as he enters.

Yes, although Rovi had completed the ultimate transformation, his defeat of Zeus was a trick. In reality, he was still only a high-ranking god among the chief gods, a god-king.

Weaker than Zeus, and even weaker Tiamat.

Tiamat was already inferior, and there was also the mark on her body. Not to mention that she had been 'forced' to separate from Rovi for Zeus's sake, Tiamat had been searching everywhere for a way to enter the mortal world and find him.

Tiamat was both surprised and happy that he had arrived.

And so, the vast, Sea of Void echoed with the joyful and clear cry of the primordial goddess.

She once again held Rovi in the palm of her hand.

The soft, cloud-like touch beneath him continued as Rovi stared intently at the enormous figure of the goddess before him, a stark contrast to his own human form.

She still had long, flowing hair like the sea, with horns spiraling backward from the top of her head. Her delicate face had sparkling eyes, and her full chest rose and fell with her breath. Her waist was slender, widening into a rounded shape. A zigzag inverted triangle on her chest was covered with a dragon scale, hanging upward as if slightly constricted.

Her legs were crossed, her inner thighs pressed and deformed against each other, and her calves lay straight down in a chaotic black sea that had been opened up.

Tiamat... is happy.

He didn't know how much time had passed since Tiamat left, but he could sense the goddess's feelings at that moment.

It's that kind of pure, innocent joy of meeting again.

But after the initial joy, I couldn't stop worrying.

She noticed that Rovi's current state was strange.

He is 'dead'.

It's not the kind of death in this world, nor is it the kind of death in the age of gods where the soul is left behind and enters the underworld.

Rather, it was a complete and utter annihilation.

But he clearly exists here.

"My situation... is somewhat special." It's unfortunate that I didn't die, but since neither Feng nor Rovi would shy away from it.

Tiamat was fond of him, and he also had a good feeling about the goddess.

That's enough.

He told Tiamat what was happening on the Greek grounds.

Although Tiamat is still unable to speak, she seems to understand more about humans than before.

She understood.

' The Chaos Seed?' The goddess asked, her eyes filled with doubt.

"Yes, the Chaos Seed." Rovi nodded. "The so-called chaos is actually the 'spark' of order and disorder."

The Atlantis Civilization is a 'silicon-based civilization' existing in the universe.

Their first life was born in a ball of fire.

Flame gives life to machines, and machines draw energy, which in turn makes the flames burst forth.

The information given to Rovi by the 'Spark' was a shocking scene of countless enormous Machine God relentlessly absorbing the core of planets. They extinguished one planet after another in the sea of stars and annihilated one Star River after another, using their enormous energy to nurture one spark after another.

The fire is the source of life for the Machine God and the core of Atlantis.

Their civilization was awe-inspiring and magnificent, expanding at an almost unstoppable pace. However, it was precisely this unrestrained development that led to the eventual collapse of the cosmic energy chain, causing the civilization, which had reached its peak, to suffer a devastating blow. Only a fleet remained to carry the last embers of civilization as it fled that universe.

That spark represents evolution.

It can absorb all energy and sustain its existence.

Those who possess Him will also be able to continuously transform their own bodies.

"That's about it." Rovi explained everything to Tiamat in detail, hoping, to some extent, that the original god of fire could offer him some assistance.

Born from the primordial sea in the early stages of the planet's formation, Tiamat's knowledge must be far more profound than his.

Maybe she knows?

Without resolving the effects of the fire, Rovi may never die.

Thinking this, Rovi did not receive a response from Tiamat.

The vast, empty Sea of Void suddenly fell silent, because Tiamat had disappeared. Unbeknownst to them, her enormous shadow had transformed into a 'god statue' formed from the solidified black and red seawater.

Tiamat then appeared before Rovi.

It is only the size of a normal person.

It is even slightly slender and small.

Tiamat's ability to freely change size was something she already possessed, but this was the first time she had shown it to Rovi.

Rovi was stunned, and then he saw Tiamat slowly open her arms.

She hugged him.

She didn't actually intend to ask him too many questions; she was just concerned about his well-being.

What she really wanted to say was:

Welcome!

I'm glad you're still alive, and I'm glad I'm still alive.

The primordial Divine General her arms around Rovi's back and held him tightly.

For her, those who can understand her and accompany her in this Sea of Void are proof that she is alive.

As the original goddess of fire, Tiamat's attitude towards Rovi was actually quite unclear.

She had once shaped his existence, so she looked at him with the feeling of looking at a child, but Rovi, who possessed a primal power that was older than her, also gave her an impulse to face a companion and fellow traveler.

Complex and difficult to understand, yet genuinely harboring goodwill.

Rovi could sense it.

But isn't this kind of movement a bit too close?

They were indeed close, and intimately so. As Tiamat embraced him, she pressed her entire body against him, her petite frame slightly tiptoeing, her full breasts pressing against his chest, her delicate face resting against the edge of his ear. Though unintentional, even her most intimate parts were clearly visible.

There was only a corner covered by scales, thin and small, with a faint light overflowing, as if it were placed in a hollowed-out space.

The goddess's exquisite and delicate body radiated an astonishing warmth.

The soft, warm texture is clear yet difficult to describe.

"Aaaaa..." Tiamat parted her lips, looking at him with a hint of confusion.

She asked you what's wrong?

"No, it's nothing." Rovi glanced sideways, took a deep breath, and suppressed the physical impulses of a mortal, even though he was still in the primordial stage.

'Just relax if you're okay.' Tiamat smiled again.

But the body didn't move away; instead, it moved even closer, the soft, beautiful touch pressing directly on the nerves of Rovi Wei's mortal brain.

Sage of Uruk for a moment.

This feeling is really hard to define precisely.

However, seemingly sensing Rovi's discomfort, Tiamat, though initially delighted, quickly released her hands.

She parted her lips and uttered words that surprised and delighted Rovi: 'The Spark... I know it.'

'I know Atlantis, Chaos... because I've seen them before.'