Tiamat's Overlord Journey

"Hey, girl, listen up. I'm Wolfs, the second son of the werewolf tribe's chieftain! You look like a sheepkin, right? It's fine, I won't eat you. Just let my brothers have some fun..." As Wolfs spoke, he moved closer to Aya. That was right—the closer he got, the stronger the desire became. This vague urge clawed at the werewolf's heart, making him increasingly impatient.

What was this feeling? Lust? No, that wasn't right. It wasn't that simple.

Wolfs suddenly stopped. The werewolves behind him, who had been waiting to enjoy the show, also sensed something intensely wrong.

"Run!" Wolfs suddenly let out a despairing roar, yet he charged toward Aya himself.

It was not because he intended to sacrifice himself for righteousness, but because he could not control his own feet.

He yearned to touch her, yearned to kneel before her, yearned to embrace her, yearned for her love, yearned to offer everything he had to her.

The first werewolf moved, and the next second, the second one charged after him. Dozens of werewolves rushed at Aya as though driven mad with bloodlust.

So weak. Aya came to that conclusion instantly. The only skill she had activated was Mother Goddess Domain 1, nothing more. Their inability to resist such a skill only proved that they were below level 50.

Her original plan had been to create high-level magical beasts to buy time, then decide whether she needed to teleport away. Mother Goddess Domain had merely been a buff skill for summoning magical beasts, but now it seemed this alone was enough.

Yet for some reason, as she watched the werewolves pouncing toward her, Aya felt neither anger nor the desire to kill.

Once the tension and sense of crisis from arriving in another world had eased, a strange emotion deep within her burst forth. A gentle smile appeared on her face as she quietly watched them, like a mother gazing upon her children.

It had nothing to do with her original personality or thoughts. This was simply the nature of her race, the Mother Goddess of Life—the maternal instinct to be filled with love for her children and embrace all things.

The silver wolf Wolfs, closest to Aya, reached her first. But Aya pulled him into her arms, and the double meaning of that embrace completely robbed Wolfs of his senses.

"Are you children really so eager to offer your lives to me?" Surrounded by the incomparably strong werewolves, Aya gently licked her lips.

When Aya first began playing YGGDRASIL, she chose an elven ranger as her character and class path. During the game's early pioneering era, relying on ample playtime, exceptional talent, and a large amount of spending, her elven ranger became a famously powerful character on the server.

However, just as Aya, one of the earliest players, was about to reach the then level cap of 80, she unexpectedly won an official event. She obtained the third World Item in the entire game: a gem called Primordial Fetal Movement, known as "the most useless World Item" and "the shame of World Items."

According to publicly released information, the gem's only function was a full stamina recovery, limited to once a day. In YGGDRASIL, where healing magic was widespread and MP was far more precious than HP, such a function did not live up to the title of World Item.

If only it restored MP as well. As Aya lamented this, she discovered a far greater use for Primordial Fetal Movement—it unlocked a second life-type race for its holder.

Life-type was a very strange category. It included everything from beastmen to elves and even succubi. This was also the first time she had seen a classification like this. After a brief hesitation, Aya decisively abandoned her first account—the powerful yet conventional elven ranger.

She created a second character, transferred Primordial Fetal Movement, chose elf and succubus, and raised both racial levels as high as possible. An experiment driven by curiosity yielded an unexpected result.

When both the Elven Queen and Succubus Queen reached lv5, the race Primordial Beast was unlocked. When Primordial Beast reached lv5, the race Mother Goddess of Life was unlocked—the strongest summoning class in the entire game was thus born.

The strongest skill possessed by the Mother Goddess of Life was the ability to create an elite permanent retainer above level 80. The activation requirements for this skill were extremely harsh: it had a 108-hour cooldown, required the cooperation of a male character, placed him in an unremovable weakened state for twelve hours, and consumed all of that character's experience from level 95 up to level 100 at most.

After activation, Aya would also enter a weakened state for ten hours. Once those ten hours had passed, a powerful summoned beast would be born.

Aya had never carefully considered the truth hidden behind the power of this skill, which in the game merely required activation and waiting for the result. Until now. As she awoke from her hazy sleep, she finally understood the game developers' twisted sense of humor.

Before her lay pieces of leather armor scattered across the ground, wrapped around the colorless mummified corpses of werewolves. More than thirty of them, including two silver wolves—none had been spared.

At this moment, Aya still did not know that the reason for all this was that she had instinctively activated her racial talent. The vast amount of experience required by that skill was something those werewolves could never provide.

And whatever was lacking had been made up with their lives, and even their souls.

At the same time, she clearly felt a summons, one that came from the depths of her soul and bloodline. It was as though something had taken root within her body, bringing a strange sensation mingled with discomfort and joy.

Was it the effect of a debuff? Aya still could not fully understand her condition.