Mother Goddess? I Already Optimized Her!

The winds within the Core of the Abyss suddenly fell silent.

The lava river that had been churning and roaring moments ago seemed to have been put on pause, instantly solidifying into dark-red glass.

Only that azure planet hung quietly in midair, like a little ball that had wandered into a monster party.

The expressions of the Abyss Lords were so spectacular they could have been turned straight into reaction memes.

They stiffly turned their necks, their gazes darting back and forth between the man seated on the Throne and the rolling Abyss Will overhead.

Their pupils contracted violently until they were no larger than pinpoints.

It felt as though ice had been stuffed into their spines, the chill racing through their marrow toward the crowns of their heads.

That pressure was far too familiar.

It was the aura of the Mother Goddess, whom they had worshipped on their knees for countless eras... an aura carved into their very bones.

But why was that aura coming from this human?

"What? Didn't hear me?"

Yang Yu sat upon the Throne that did not belong to him.

His fingers lightly tapped the armrest.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

With every tap, the rules at the bottom of the Abyss trembled once.

The sound was not loud, yet it struck the heart valves of every lord like a heavy hammer.

Even the surrounding spatial Barrier split with fine black cracks in rhythm with it.

"Fa... Father God?"

The Wrathful Monarch, Samael, was a blunt man. His thoughts had yet to make the turn.

He abruptly rose to his feet, the red muscles all over his body bulging like granite as two columns of sulfurous flame burst from his nostrils.

"Aren't you fucking Yang Yu?"

"Where's the Mother Goddess? Where did you hide her?!"

He did