Free Web NovelChapter 41: Really identity of Godess of nature
The physical ashes of the Divine Servant Malakor were still being vacuumed into Han Chae-won’s infinite void repository when the atmospheric parameters around the penthouse deck suddenly turned into an absolute vacuum. The lingering golden starlight left behind by the deceased level 40 vanguard didn’t dissipate; instead, it curdled into a sickly, blood-red mist that hissed violently as it brushed against the glass panels of the Lotte World Tower.
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Before Min-jae could channel his newly mutated solar mana into the jade ring, a secondary, colossal dimensional fissure ripped through the fabric of the lounge. The gravity inside the room surged exponentially, fracturing the marble tiles beneath the training crates. Walking out of the pitch-black spatial fault line was a figure that radiated an entirely different tier of un-mitigatable malice.
This was Vice-Commander Barakas (Level 48), a supreme commander of the Demon God’s inner vanguard. He stood nearly eight feet tall, draped in jagged, void-forged iron plates that bled cold, corrosive shadow ink. His face was hidden behind a multi-eyed obsidian helm that glowed with a predatory, crimson light.
He didn’t launch an immediate strike. He simply stood at the threshold of the rift, looking past Yoo Ji-a’s raised spear and Han Seo-yoon’s ready bow, his crimson visor locking straight onto Min-jae’s light-absorbing god-armor.
"So, you managed to deflect Malakor’s final law," Barakas spoke, his voice sounding like two tectonic plates grinding together, vibrating directly into the bones of everyone present. "Enjoy your petty victory while it lasts, mortal. You think a single invulnerable fortress can withstand what is coming? This entire world—and every star sector connected to it—is going to be ours very soon."
He took a slow, heavy step forward, his shadow expanding across the ceiling like a living web. A cruel, echoing laugh escaped his helm. "Your little hidden pantheon is already extinct. We have already hunted down and brutally killed the God of Flame, and the almighty Goddess of Nature has been reduced to absolute ash. Once my master locates the final five hiding deities, we will execute them, claim their core paths, and conquer the entirety of reality. You are guarding a graveyard."
Min-jae’s deadpan, bottomless obsidian eyes flickered for the very first time. His posture remained stationary, his hands tucked casually into his armor’s pocket segments, but a sharp, suffocating pressure radiated from his frame.
"You killed the Goddess of Nature?" Min-jae asked, his voice dropping to a low, icy baritone that froze the ambient humidity in the lounge into fine frost.
"She screamed beautifully before her core shattered," Barakas mocked, his visor glowing brighter. He raised his heavy black gauntlet, but before he could execute a combat skill, a violent, golden system portal suddenly tore open right beside his flank, humming with an urgent recall code from the deeper dimensions.
Barakas paused, looking at the glowing gate, then offered a mocking, downward glance at Min-jae. "Ah... it seems my tactical insertion window has already expired. The deployment parameters are shifting. Count your remaining hours, Monarch. I will personally return next time to tear the flame mantle out of your skull."
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With a final, malicious wave of his heavy iron cape, Barakas stepped backward into the golden portal, the rift violently snapping shut behind him and leaving the 100th-floor penthouse in a heavy, deathly silence.
Min-jae stood perfectly still at the edge of the open viewing platform, his hands remaining in his pockets as he stared into the empty air where the demon commander had stood. For the first time since the Global Descent began, his highly analytical corporate fixer mind was entirely locked in a silent calculation loop. He stood there for several hours, completely ignoring the notifications of his level up, analyzing every single sentence the demon servant had thrown at him.
If the Goddess of Nature is dead... then who exactly is the woman currently ? Or he was just laying?
"Min-jae..." Yoo Ji-a whispered from behind, her long midnight-black ponytail swaying as she gently rested her hand near his shoulder blade, her violet eyes filled with a rare, deep concern. "His words... they don’t align with the deity who visited us."
"I know," Min-jae murmured, his voice cutting through the quiet tension like a blade. He reached into his system inventory, pulling out the translucent green Ring of the Sovereign Canopy. His obsidian eyes locked onto the glowing geometric runes along the jade. "It’s time to pull back the curtain."
He channeled a sudden, direct surge of his Primordial Calamity Sun Affinity straight into the core of the ring.
The entire penthouse lounge was instantaneously flooded with a massive, breathtaking display of emerald starlight and floating white lotus petals. The fragrance of ancient wild earth and fresh forest rain exploded across the room, so potent it completely cleared the residual shadow ink left behind by the demon vanguard.
Walking out from the swirling vortex of starlight was the exact same divine beauty who had visited him before—Liu Xiao. She looked absolutely, breathtakingly gorgeous. Her long, silver-green hair cascaded wildly over her shoulders, her pale porcelain skin radiating a pristine, ethereal glow beneath the ambient golden starlight. She was draped in her ultra-luxury, flowing traditional hanfu gown, the white and green silk layers clinging tantalizingly to her exceptionally voluptuous hourglass curves and full, heavy chest. Her long, slender legs glided through the silk slit of her dress as she stepped onto the floorboards, her full, pouty crimson lips parted as her exotic emerald-green eyes locked onto Min-jae’s .
"Monarch..." Liu Xiao spoke, her voice a low, seductive melody that carried a deep, instinctual allure. "Has the vanguard breached? Why have you summoned me so ahead of my recovery cycle?"
Min-jae didn’t offer a gentle greeting. He took half a step into her personal space, his shadow falling over her pale face, his bottomless black eyes looking straight into her emerald gaze with absolute, unyielding intensity.
"Who are you really, Liu Xiao?" Min-jae asked, his voice flat, direct, and completely devoid of emotion.
Liu Xiao’s body instantly froze. Her proud, divine composure completely short-circuited. She took a step backward, her long silk train sweeping the floor, her emerald-green eyes widening in a flash of intense panic and vulnerability. Her full chest heaved with a sharp, ragged breath as she tried to adjust her billowy sleeves.
"W-What are you talking about, Monarch?" she stammered, her voice trembling slightly, her crimson lips quivering. "I am the Goddess of Nature... I told you my core was—"
"A demon commander named Barakas just breached this room," Min-jae interrupted her coolly, his expression entirely deadpan. "He didn’t come to negotiate. He came to boast. He explicitly stated that the actual Goddess of Nature was brutally executed and reduced to absolute ash in the upper realms centuries ago. He said her core was shattered. So I’ll ask you one more time... whose name are you carrying?"
Hearing those words, the proud, majestic facade of the high-tier deity completely collapsed. Liu Xiao’s shoulders dropped, her golden lotus staff slipping from her hand and clattering onto the marble floor. Her emerald-green eyes immediately pooled with large, crystal-clear tears that rolled down her pale cheeks, her face flushing a deep, sorrowful crimson.
"It seems... I can’t hide it from you anymore," she whispered, her voice cracking with an intense, long-hidden emotional pain.
She lowered her head, her fingers tightly clutching the soft purple-and-gold silk belt around her thin waist as she looked down at the floor. "The truth is... I am not the true Goddess of Nature. I am just her disciple. Or... you can say I was more than just a disciple to her. The original Goddess... she raised me since I was a child. She was everything to me. She was my teacher, my mother, my entire world."
A soft, mournful sob escaped her lips as she took a deep, shaky breath, her voluptuous frame trembling under the silk gown. "Our life in the heavenly sector was beautiful and quiet. But one day, suddenly, the great war between the demons and the gods erupted. Dozens of corrupted deities and ancient demon generals launched a synchronized, cataclysmic assault directly against our palace. Even though my master was immensely powerful, she couldn’t fight an entire army of executioners alone."
Elena Vance and Major Cynthia Vance stepped closer, their sharp Western features softening with an instinctual empathy as they listened to the broken deity’s tale.
"When she reached her absolute death point," Liu Xiao continued, "she gathered the final remnants of her primordial mana and forced it into my chest. She gave me all her power, her title, and her memories. She told me to learn this power, use it well, and survive... and then she sacrificed her own life core to anchor a spatial barrier that allowed me to escape. She told me to seek help from the other remaining gods, but when I ran through the sub-dimensional portals, there was no one left. The gods who had the strength to help us were already dead or corrupted."
She wiped her eyes with her long, billowy sleeve, her amber-tinged emerald eyes looking up at Min-jae with a desperate, raw honesty. "I was entirely alone in the cosmos. Then, I managed to locate the hiding place of the Flame God. But when I reached his sanctuary, he was already dying from his wounds as well. He tried to force his inheritance core onto me, but I refused—I told him I already carried the heavy, un-mastered power of Nature. But he insisted... he told me it was better to give his power to a capable hand rather than letting it fall into the claws of the demons or the corrupt gods. So, I took his core, promising to guard it until I found a man truly capable of wielding its destructive law."
She took half a step closer to Min-jae, her dress rustling in the quiet penthouse. "After that, I went into hiding, attempting to recover from my internal fractures while trying to master my master’s nature attributes. Then... I sensed a massive, indefinable power metric radiating all the way from the mortal plane of Earth. I looked down, and I saw you. Among billions of panicking humans, there was someone whose defensive parameters transcended logical parameters. I knew right then... you were the only one capable of holding the Flame God’s mantle. That is why I descended to your tower."
Min-jae listened to her entire backstory without altering his breathing by a single fraction. He stepped closer, looking down at her trembling, voluptuous frame. "I understand the tactical logic of your migration. But why did you choose to hide your real identity from me before?
Liu Xiao bit her lower lip, her gaze dropping slightly in embarrassment and fear. "Because... I was terrified. I thought that if you discovered I wasn’t the true ancient Goddess—that I was just an injured disciple who can’t even access five percent of her un-mastered power and still needs to learn how to manipulate the core rules—you would look down on me. I thought you would refuse to help me "
Min-jae stared at her for a long moment. He didn’t offer a cold corporate lecture. Instead, he slowly reached out, his hand gently resting it against her soft shoulder.
"You really suffered a lot, Liu Xiao," Min-jae said, his voice dropping into a low, surprisingly warm baritone that seemed to echo straight into her soul core. His eyes softened ever so slightly. "I know exactly what it’s like to watch your world burn, and I know what it’s like to lose everything you care about in a single fraction of a second. But you don’t need to play a false part in this fortress anymore. Don’t worry. From this moment on, you won’t have to face the upper realms alone. I will be with you, and my team will tear down whatever throne comes looking for your head." freeweɓnovel.cѳm
Hearing those words, a profound, overwhelming wave of warmth flooded straight through Liu Xiao’s fractured inner heart circuits. The icy, constant terror that had gripped her soul since the day her master died completely vanished, replaced by an unshakeable sense of safety inside his un-breachable palace.
Her wet, emerald-green eyes turned remarkably soft, a small, genuinely happy and relieved smile breaking through her tear-smudged face. She let out a gentle, peaceful breath, her voluptuous chest settling as she offered a slight, deeply submissive nod toward him.
"Thank you... Min-jae," she whispered, her soul resonance permanently locking to his faction grid.
