Syr Flova
Lv.1
Strength: D500
Endurance: D500
Dexterity: D500
Agility: D500
Magic: D500
Developmental Skills: None
Magic: None
Skills:
1. Charm: Captivates its target regardless of gender, race, or level, making them obey her every command.
2. Soul's Eye: Sees through appearances to discern an individual's true nature and emotions, and tell whether they are lying.
3. Divine Power: Wields divine power to exercise authority.
Ascension: None
[Charm] and [Soul's Eye] were innate talents unique to Syr, not divine authorities.
What surprised Thor most was that Syr had just received her Blessing, yet all her attributes were already at 500 points, meeting the requirements for a level-up.
In other words, as long as Syr accomplished a single [Great Feat], the next time her status was updated, she could advance to Lv.2.
Thor picked up a sheet of paper he had prepared and deftly pressed it against Syr's smooth back.
A flash of light flickered, and the intricate pattern of the Star Blessing was clearly imprinted on the paper, becoming a record of her initial status.
He studied it for a moment, then slowly moved his fingers down from the nape of Syr's neck, tracing the graceful line of her spine and gently brushing over her entire back.
As his fingertips moved, the dazzling Star Blessing mark on her skin faded like water being wiped away, quickly dimming until it vanished completely beneath her smooth skin.
Thor had concealed Syr's status.
Now, not even the mightiest god could view it.
He handed Syr the update sheet bearing the record of a god's initial status, his tone calm. "You should be familiar with this. If you make progress later, you can come to me anytime to update it."
His gaze softened as well.
"Also, welcome to my Familia. From now on, I'll..."
But before Thor could finish—
Syr suddenly turned around without warning!
Her gray eyes, once filled with disappointment and sorrow, now shone with pure, unbridled joy.
She practically flung herself at him, her slender arms instantly wrapping around Thor's neck.
She pressed herself tightly against him, as if trying to merge her very being with his.
Her full breasts fit snugly against Thor's chest, conveying her pounding heartbeat and burning warmth.
"Mm!"
"Waaah—!"
In an instant, the crowd packed outside the door let out a jumble of startled exclamations, their faces filled with disbelief.
Anya's cat ears stood straight up with excitement, Ryu's green eyes widened slightly, and Mia lowered the arms she had folded across her chest.
Lefiya's entire face turned red as a ripe apple. She let out a small "Ah!" and hurriedly covered her eyes with both hands.
Yet curiosity got the better of her, and she secretly peeked through her tightly pressed fingers at the overwhelmingly intimate scene.
Syr buried her face in the crook of Thor's neck and took a deep, greedy breath.
His scent carried the coolness of Stardust, the dryness of sunlight, and a hard-to-describe depth that belonged only to Thor.
She didn't loosen her embrace at all. Her voice came out muffled against him, but brimmed with pure joy.
"I'm so happy!" she gasped, each 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..."
Her feelings were pure and passionate, without a trace of scheming or pretense.
Thor let out a helpless, soft sigh.
Bending down, he naturally picked up the coat that had slipped off the edge of the bed and gently draped it over Syr's shoulders.
Although everyone else on the second floor was female, such intimate hugging could still set a bad example for the younger ones.
Thor calmly assured her, "Now that you've joined my Familia, I'll make sure to nurture you properly."
The people outside watched in silence, all of them surprised.
Thor's steady tone and the hand that had draped the coat over her both maintained an absolute sense of propriety.
He showed not the slightest hesitation or hint of flirtation.
Honestly, witnessing Syr's breathtakingly beautiful, utterly unguarded appearance and her overwhelming attachment was enough to stir even their hearts, despite them all being women. They couldn't help feeling a flicker of indescribable emotion.
Thor, however... his reaction was almost unnaturally calm.
They had no way of knowing that in Thor's unimaginably long existence beyond the mortal realm,
he had witnessed the grandeur of life's birth and extinction, the epic rise and fall of civilizations, and the wonders of collapsing stars.
By comparison, physical desire briefly stirred by the body was, in his eyes, merely life's most basic biological instinct on a lower plane.
It was even fair to call it a crude, primitive urge.
"Yeees~"
Syr's nasal reply rang out, sweet as honey.
Obediently, she clutched the lapels of the coat over her shoulders, covering the glimpse of her breasts completely.
But the silly smile on her face never faded.
She even went a step further, turning her head to rest her flushed cheek and the full weight of her head against Thor's shoulder.
She showed no sign of wanting to pull away.
As the second member of his Familia whom he had chosen, Syr—even though she was a god—seemed to Thor like a newly born star, naive yet full of potential.
Thor had always been very tolerant of "children." As long as this yearning affection between a follower and her creator didn't go too far, he was willing to indulge her.
And deep within Syr's seemingly dazed eyes, the warm current called "happiness" was almost overflowing.
She greedily savored this unprecedented happiness.
An even more reckless, even sweeter thought began to grow wildly in the deepest part of her soul.
Simply receiving a moment of his attention and being allowed to draw near had brought her such supreme happiness... as if her soul itself had been wrapped in warm light and purified.
If... she could have all his love,
what kind of ultimate reward would that be?
Outside the door, Ais and Lefiya exchanged a quiet glance.
A rare trace of shyness flitted through Ais's eyes, while the elven girl's face was bright red, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes.
The same absurd yet persistent thought came to both of them.
Wasn't there something a little off about this scene...?
Was this really just a Familia "ceremony"?
The atmosphere was so subtle—it felt more like the kind of mood you'd find at... a wedding ceremony.
Thor gently patted Syr's shoulder, signaling for her to lean back a little.
Though reluctant, Syr obediently loosened her embrace slightly.
Thor then stood up, unhurried.
Without his sturdy support, Syr's body went limp. With a soft thump, she tumbled onto the bed, still wearing her sweet smile and the coat draped over her.
She remained immersed in overwhelming happiness.
"Your situation is a little unusual," Thor said, his voice returning to its usual calm. "I think you also need some time now to feel and understand the changes in yourself."
He looked at Syr, who lay on the bed like a lazy cat.
"Once you've sorted everything out, we can discuss how to nurture this new power."
Thor knew that, as a god whose identity was hidden, the foremost problem with Syr joining his Familia was the invisible "shackles" surrounding her.
Before taking her into the Dungeon, he would first have to negotiate with the city's administrators, the Adventurer Guild.
It wouldn't be an easy task.
However, Syr's greatest value to him had nothing to do with how well she could fight.
It was that after accepting Syr, the rate at which Stardust gathered within him had changed beyond recognition!
It was as if an unprecedented "channel" had been established.
Before, it had taken three days of refinement to condense a single mote of Stardust. Now, with Syr's vast and pure divine essence acting as a "catalyst," the process took less than a day!
And if he kept making use of this connection, it could become even faster. The efficiency was astonishing!
A flash of insight gleamed in Thor's eyes. The perfect way to combine nurturing his Familia with restoring his own power was right before him.
Without hesitation, he immediately drew a mote of [Stardust], glowing with a gentle radiance, from within himself and held it out to Syr.
"Swallow this."
Syr didn't question him at all. Her eyes held nothing but complete trust and obedience as she immediately tilted her head back and swallowed the precious Stardust.
The moment the Stardust entered her body, Thor felt it growing at an astonishing speed as it absorbed Syr's divine power.
Syr placed one hand over her lower abdomen, and her expression suddenly turned a little strange...
Thor merely glanced at her, yet an inexplicable chill ran through him.
He seemed to realize something, but didn't want to look into it.
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