“Goddess?”
That familiar aura—Xia Lun recognized her presence immediately.
It was impossible not to recognize her. That unique temperament, those pure-white wings, and that unparalleled holy radiance... these were all hallmarks of the Goddess.
“Long time no see... How have you been, Xia Lun?”
The Goddess flashed him a brilliant smile, her eyes like glass containing a sea of stars—clear, yet impossibly deep.
“I... I've been well.” Xia Lun nodded, slightly dazed.
“Good to hear.”
The Goddess responded softly, gracefully spreading her enormous pure-white wings. As they unfurled, specks of light scattered through the air, and the terrifying attack from the fabricated truth that had threatened to erode reality itself silently dissipated without leaving a trace.
“But you know, we've been getting quite a lot of visitors from outside of time lately...” A hint of vexation flickered across the Goddess's flawless features as she sighed lightly, her tone carrying a resigned amusement. “Almost as if they're all reminding me to hurry up, finish my duties, and pass the torch...”
“The Goddess of this time, is it?” Across from her, the countless twisted pupils scattered across the fabricated truth's form all swiveled toward the Goddess simultaneously. The dense sound of them opening and closing was enough to crawl one's skin.
In the future, she would die at the hands of the new Scarlet Goddess... a destined loser. That meant this one's strength was ultimately nothing to fear. Such was the conclusion drawn by its chaotic mind.
“Ah, having others think of me that way really is quite the headache.” The Goddess affectionately pinched Xia Lun's cheek, then ruffled his hair. He stood there like a doll being played with, yet she didn't seem to think anything of it. “Do you honestly believe I'm weak?”
Several of the fabricated truth's pupils contracted sharply—a wave of discomfort from being seen through washed over it. Was this thing actually reading its thoughts?
Hmph, likely it was just bluffing. It had some peculiar tricks, no doubt, but that didn't necessarily mean it possessed real strength.
If she were truly powerful, she wouldn't have fallen to Aina's hands... Though the Scarlet Goddess's power was indeed terrifyingly immense, many ancient evil gods had their own means of survival. Being truly killed was no easy feat.
Take the fabricated truth itself, for example. Though it couldn't match Aina head-on and had even lost its most precious pair of eyes to her, it had still escaped from her grasp on several occasions.
A sliver of confidence slowly began to rebuild within the fabricated truth.
“Is that so? It seems she's been doing a fine job protecting this world in the future. I made the right choice entrusting my power to her.” The Goddess looked genuinely pleased, clearly treating the fabricated truth before her as nothing more than an intelligence source.
It felt like it had fallen right into the Goddess's trap, which grated on it immensely.
The fabricated truth abandoned further rumination and focused entirely on the battle at hand.
Even if she could glimpse its thoughts through some means, against true overwhelming power, such petty tricks were nothing but a paper-thin barrier—shattered on contact!
All of the bizarre, twisted eyes across the fabricated truth's form snapped wide open at once! Black mist, thick as substance, surged forth in torrents.
“You know... you really don't understand time at all.” The Goddess let out a soft sigh, as if with a hint of pity as she explained to the fabricated truth, “You're aware that in the future, I'll be killed by Aina, and Xia Lun here will come to no harm in the future either. Do you not grasp what that implies?”
The fabricated truth was unmoved by her words. The destructive black mist swelled like towering waves, about to swallow the Goddess's seemingly fragile figure whole.
That was no simple energy—it was the physical manifestation of terrifying truths converged together: “Destruction,” “Collapse,” “Arcanum” and more. Wherever the black mist passed, space let out agonized groans of strain, laws warped, concepts eroded—as if everything were being dragged back into primordial chaos.
Xia Lun nervously swallowed. Just sensing the breath of that black mist made his soul tremble. He couldn't even begin to imagine what blasphemous, horrendous power it contained.
Yet the Goddess paid it no heed whatsoever, simply continuing her explanation as if nothing were happening.
“The river of time always flows toward its destined course. All struggles are like fishing the moon from water—never altering a single fraction of what's to come.” The Goddess's voice remained perfectly steady, as if she were stating the simplest of facts. “Which means, right here, right now, at this destined juncture... you pose no threat to me whatsoever...”
The Goddess waved a hand casually. There was no earth-shattering explosion, no thunderous collision of laws—the all-consuming black mist was wiped away as if by an invisible giant hand. Every ounce of power the fabricated truth had gathered vanished like a bubble popping.
Impossible! What sort of ability was this?!
The fabricated truth stared in disbelief at what had just transpired, a terrifying pang of dread only now surging into its chest.
“Send me back! Sink into the ages, send me back to the future!” The fabricated truth roared internally.
Its form began to grow translucent—the Sunk Age had clearly begun channeling its ability.
Hurry, hurry faster!
Something was wrong. Everything about this place was wrong!
Fear and despair, from sources unknown, clung to the fabricated truth like a shadow.
“Oh, now I remember. I know what you are.” The Goddess tilted her head with a look of sudden realization. “That familiar aura... You're a severed finger of the Chaos Demon God King, aren't you?”
The Goddess's words struck true—the fabricated truth let out a piercing shriek.
“Then there's absolutely no way I can just let you leave.” The Goddess reached out slowly, as though grasping something intangible.
Had the Xia Lun of a thousand years hence been present, he might have found the sight familiar—Aina had used a similar move.
The next moment, the fabricated truth's body, which had already begun to dissipate into a near-transparent state, had its fading process forcibly severed. Within the blink of an eye, it reconstituted into solid form.
“This is my world, after all. Did you truly believe you could escape?” the Goddess said gently, a smile still gracing her lips, her tone devoid of scorn or any other negativity. She might as well have been explaining an obvious fact to the neighbor's child.
Her slender, pale fingers curled softly into a fist, and the space around the fabricated truth began to warp.
“No!” A miserable shriek rang out once more.
In the next instant, the fabricated truth's form seemed to be crushed from all directions by an invisible titanic hand, and then it burst apart entirely—reduced to a writhing, squirming mass of chaotic flesh suffused with inauspicious and disordered energy.
“How filthy.” The Goddess gave another casual wave, and all the grisly remnants vanished from thin air, as if they had never existed at all.
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
