Love Turns Sour

Syr Flova

Lv.1

Strength: D500

Endurance: D500

Dexterity: D500

Agility: D500

Magic: D500

Development Abilities: None

Magic: None

Skills:

1. Charm: Charms the target regardless of gender, race, or level. Makes the target obey every command.

2. Soul Eye: Can see through appearances. Determines an individual's essence and emotions, as well as whether they are lying.

3. Divine Power: Mobilizes divine power to exercise authority.

Ascension: None

[Charm] and [Soul Eye] are considered Syr Flova's individual talents and do not belong to divine authority.

What surprised Thor the most was that Syr Flova had reached 500 points in every attribute the moment she received the Star Blessing, meeting the criteria for leveling up.

In other words, as long as Syr Flova could accomplish a [Great Feat], her next status update would allow her to advance to Lv.2.

Thor picked up a prepared sheet of paper and skillfully pressed it against Syr Flova's smooth back.

With a faint flash of light, the intricate Star Blessing pattern was clearly imprinted onto the paper, transforming into text that recorded her initial status.

He stared at it for a moment, then his fingers moved gently from the nape of Syr Flova's neck, tracing the graceful line of her spine as he lightly brushed across her entire back.

As his fingertips moved, the dazzling Star Blessing mark on her skin faded like a wiped-away water stain, quickly dimming until it vanished completely beneath her flawless skin.

Thor had hidden Syr Flova's status board.

Now, even the strongest god would have no way to view Syr Flova's status board.

He handed the update sheet containing the record of the god's initial status to Syr Flova, his tone calm: "You should be familiar with this. If you grow in the future, you can come to me for an update at any time."

His gaze toward Syr Flova softened significantly.

"Also, welcome to my Familia. In the future, I will..."

However, before Thor could finish his sentence!

Syr Flova turned around abruptly without warning!

Those gray eyes, once filled with loss and sorrow, were now lit up by a joy so pure it was extreme.

She practically lunged at him, her slender arms instantly wrapping around Thor's neck.

She pressed herself against him with force and intensity, as if she wanted to embed herself into Thor's very existence.

Her full chest pressed against Thor's torso without a gap, conveying her rapid heartbeat and scorching temperature.

"Ugh!"

"Waaah—!"

In an instant, the crowd squeezed into the doorway outside the room erupted in short, chaotic gasps, their faces filled with incredulous shock.

Anya's cat ears stood straight up in excitement, Ryu's emerald eyes widened slightly, and Mia lowered the arms she had been crossing.

Lefiya's face turned as red as a ripe apple; she let out a small "ya" and quickly covered her eyes tightly with both hands.

Yet, unable to resist her curiosity, she peeked through the gaps between her fingers at the overly shocking scene.

Syr Flova buried her face deep into the crook of Thor's neck, taking a greedy, deep breath.

The scent carried the chill of Stardust, the dryness of sunlight, and a hint of that indescribable, profound depth unique to Thor.

She did not loosen her grip in the slightest, her voice muffled by their closeness, yet it contained a joy devoid of any impurities:

"I'm so happy!" She gasped, every word like honey overflowing from the deepest part of her heart, "This must be the happiest moment of my long... no, of my entire life..."

This sentiment was pure and fervent, untainted by any calculation or pretense.

Thor let out a helpless sigh.

He bent down, naturally picked up the coat that had slipped to the edge of the bed, and gently draped it over Syr Flova's shoulders.

Although everyone in this second-floor space besides him was female, such hugging and holding was still likely to corrupt the children.

Thor calmly promised: "Since you have become part of my Familia, I will nurture you well."

The crowd outside the door watched quietly, their hearts filled with surprise.

Thor's steady tone and the way his hands moved to drape the coat over her both maintained an absolute sense of boundaries.

There was not even a hint of hesitation or ambiguity to be seen.

Honestly, witnessing Syr's defenseless, exquisite posture and that surging attachment, even as women themselves, their hearts could not help but be stirred, even sparking a trace of indescribable palpitation.

Yet Thor... his reaction was calm to the point of being absurd.

What they could not know was that in the long, eons-spanning life of Thor, which transcended mortal imagination, he had witnessed the magnificent birth and annihilation of life, the epics of civilizations rising and falling, and the wondrous spectacle of stars collapsing.

By comparison, the physical desire triggered briefly by the body was, in his eyes, nothing more than the most basic biological instinct of life at a low-dimensional level.

It could even be called a crude, primitive restlessness.

"Yes~"

Syr's response came with a heavy nasal tone, sounding as if it were soaked in honey.

She obediently used both hands to clutch the lapels of the coat on her shoulders, tightly concealing that glimpse of exposed skin.

But the silly smile on her face had not faded in the slightest.

She even pushed her luck by tilting her head, resting the weight of her burning cheek and her entire head securely against Thor's shoulder.

There was no intention of separating whatsoever.

As the second member of his Familia, even though she was a goddess, Syr was like a naive yet potential-filled newborn star in Thor's eyes.

Thor had always been highly tolerant of "children," and this kind of affection stemming from a subordinate to their creator was something he could permit, provided it did not overstep boundaries.

Deep within Syr's seemingly intoxicated eyes, the warm current named "happiness" was nearly overflowing.

She greedily savored this unprecedented sense of bliss.

A crazier, sweeter thought grew wildly in the deepest part of her soul.

To receive even a moment of his gaze and permission to be close could bring such supreme happiness... as if her soul were being wrapped and purified by warm light.

If... she could obtain all of his love.

What kind of ultimate reward would that be?

Outside the door, Ais and Lefiya exchanged a silent look.

A rare trace of shyness flashed in Ais's eyes, while the elf girl was blushing furiously, her fingers unconsciously twisting the corner of her skirt.

An absurd and persistent thought surfaced in both their minds simultaneously.

Is this scene... a bit off?

Is this really just a Familia "ceremony"?

That subtle atmosphere, why does it feel like the kind of atmosphere that should only exist at a... wedding ceremony?

Thor gently patted Syr's shoulder, signaling her to lean back slightly.

Though Syr was reluctant, she obediently loosened her embrace.

Thor then stood up, his movements unhurried.

Losing that solid support, Syr's body went limp. With a soft "thump," she tumbled onto the bed, still wearing the coat and carrying a lingering, sweet smile.

She was still immersed in a massive sense of happiness.

"Your situation is somewhat special," Thor's voice returned to its usual calm. "I think you need some time now to properly feel and confirm the changes within yourself."

He looked at Syr, who lay on the bed like a lazy cat.

"Once you have fully cleared your thoughts, we will discuss in detail how to cultivate this newfound power."

Thor knew clearly in his heart.

As a god hiding her identity, the primary issue brought by Syr joining the Familia was the invisible "shackles" upon her.

To bring her into the Dungeon, he first had to conduct necessary negotiations with the city's administrators, the Adventurer Guild.

That would be no easy task.

However, the greatest benefit of taking in Syr was not her combat capability.

It was that after taking her in, the speed at which Stardust condensed within his body had undergone a earth-shattering change!

An unprecedented "channel" seemed to have been established.

In the past, it took three days of refining to condense one Stardust; now, using the vast and pure divine essence within Syr as a "catalyst," this speed had been compressed to under a day!

Furthermore, as long as this connection was utilized well, the speed could be even faster, with astonishing efficiency!

This discovery made a sharp light flash in Thor's eyes; the perfect intersection of cultivating his Familia and restoring his own power was right before him.

Without hesitation, he immediately extracted a [Stardust] radiating soft starlight from his body and handed it to Syr.

He commanded, "Swallow this."

Syr did not even have a single question; her eyes held only total trust and obedience. She immediately tilted her head back and swallowed the precious Stardust.

The moment the Stardust entered her body, Thor felt it. After absorbing Syr's divine power, the Stardust was growing at an extremely rapid rate.

Syr stroked her lower abdomen with one hand, her expression suddenly turning somewhat strange...

Thor only had to look at her to suddenly feel an inexplicable chill.

He seemed to realize something, but he did not want to delve into it.