"Ugh… Athena-chan and Metis-chan are so cute, I can't take it, I'm dying, I'm dying!"
"Lord Athena, please enjoy. This is today's offering, Lord Metis has one too."
"Wuwuwu… I'm so happy, I actually got to witness such a miracle…"
…
Inside the classroom, a group of boys and girls were gathered around, staring endlessly with amazement, worship, and longing at the two adorable little lolis in the center.
On Sora and Erica's desks piled up mountains of various snacks and treats, all offerings presented by these mortals to the two loli goddesses.
Ever since Sora introduced Metis to the classmates, this had become the situation. Sora felt quite proud inside—his two little cuddle bears were becoming more and more popular, they could even earn some extra support for the family.
Picking out their favorite snacks from the mountain of offerings to enjoy, Sora decided that if one day the family couldn't afford to cook, he would take his two cuddle bears to collect tributes.
"Humble mortals, do not look at me with those filthy eyes! I want to slaughter you all!"
Surrounded by a crowd of mortals gawking like monkeys, the proud goddess Metis was extremely furious inside. She felt that just being stared at like this was a great defilement to herself.
Full of murderous intent, although she really wanted to slaughter these guys, Metis would not disobey her master's orders. Without her master's permission, she could only continue to endure.
Seeing Metis so needlessly troubled, Athena's lips curled into a sarcastic smile. Foolish Metis, it would be best if you got so angry at these mortals that you died!
In mythology, Athena is also known as the "Goddess of Vengeance." She would never forget how Metis, that traitor, helped the detestable Sora bully her last time. Although it was unlikely she would get revenge through her, still…
Focused on nibbling her own snacks, Athena decided she would devour all these offerings herself, absolutely leaving nothing for the traitor Metis and the detestable Sora!
"See, Metis-chan has the same chuunibyou traits as Athena-chan!"
"Idiot, isn't that obvious? Otherwise, why would they use the names of goddesses from mythology?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? This is cuteness, do you understand?! Metis-sama, please slaughter me with your own hands!"
"Metis-sama, me too, me too! Please personally punish sinful me…"
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Dumbfounded, staring at those who came begging for her to punish them, even the bloodthirsty and fierce Metis couldn't help but twitch at the corner of her eye.
What on earth was wrong with these humble mortals? Were they out of their minds?!
Looking at the calm Athena beside her, Metis suddenly understood a little—maybe these people really were crazy, and only that could explain it…
The murderous look in her eyes faded considerably. Although these guys were crazy, Metis didn't bother to pity them. The thought that a noble goddess like herself was angered by these crazy mortals made Metis feel embarrassed. For a moment, she lost all interest in dealing with them.
"Hehehe… classmates, your offerings are only enough to let you see Metis and Athena. If you want to be punished by them, this amount of tribute is far from enough!"
"Alright, alright, class is about to start. Everyone, disperse, disperse!"
Clapping his hands, Sora said with a smile.
Athena and Metis both belong to him, Sora. Letting you see them is already a favor; don't think about anything else!
"Wuwu… why is Sora-san so domineering!"
"Yeah, yeah, why do you get to monopolize Athena-chan and Metis-chan? Come on, Athena-chan, Metis-chan, come over to the big sisters!"
Slightly stunned, Sora was amused to see that instead of leaving, these guys were even trying to poach his girls.
"Erica, Liliana, beat them if they don't leave!"
Hugging his two cuddle bears, Sora's lips curled into a mischievous smile as he spoke to Erica and Liliana.
This guy really is shameless. The table was still full of the tribute gifts people had sent, yet he turned his back on them so quickly and acted like he didn't know them.
"Everyone, I advise you to leave quickly, or else I'll have to beat you up!"
Standing up, Erica smoothed her golden hair and said with a bright smile.
"Whoever dares to disobey the King's orders, I, Liliana Kranjcar, will never forgive!"
Like a majestic female general, Liliana always obeyed Sora's orders absolutely. Her cold gaze swept over the group of boys and girls.
Both Erica and Liliana were powerful knight girls with strong auras. Wherever their eyes landed, the boys and girls kept stepping back.
They had been at the school for quite some time, and everyone in the class knew very well how formidable they were! Thinking of those who once tried to approach Erica and Liliana with ill intentions but ended up getting severely dealt with by them, the boys and girls couldn't help but shudder.
Although they were very unwilling, everyone still grudgingly dispersed and returned to their seats.
The girls were insanely jealous. Erica and Liliana surpassed them by miles in looks, temperament, and academics. No matter how hard they tried, they could never catch up. Every time they stood before the two, they felt deeply ashamed.
However, what made the girls feel a little better was this: no matter how perfect and outstanding Erica and Liliana were, weren't they still being tormented by the notoriously infamous Sora?
But whenever thought of this, although it brought a sense of satisfaction, the girls also felt a sour and resentful feeling—
Damn Sora, why doesn't he torment us instead…
The boys were also insanely jealous. Queen-like noble Erica, fairy-like beautiful Liliana, and the cute Athena-chan and Metis-chan—damn you, Kusanagi Sora, how do you do it?!
Please teach us! Teach us!!!
Amidst the complicated feelings of the boys and girls, the class bell finally rang. The great witch Zola, dressed in uniform and holding textbooks, walked in with a smile, swaying her slender waist like a water snake.
The previous gloom and troubles were soon forgotten, replace by the sound of students swallowing nervously. A new day of school life had begun…
…
Meanwhile, on the other side of the Earth, darkness covered the land—
On a luxurious passenger ship, a middle-aged man was holding a pistol, pointing it at a petite girl not far away. His expression was full of endless fear and despair.
Around them, on the ship's deck, were many broken corpses. Unlike what one might imagine, these corpses were not killed by others but had willingly offered their bodies and souls to the god of death, in exchange for the magnificent resurrection of their queen and divine ancestor, Asherah!
"I remember you're a lackey of that detestable Godslayer, right? What, your Godslayer is already dead and you still want to keep struggling?"
On her beautiful and cute face was a bloodthirsty and fierce expression. Looking at Jack, who was holding the pistol pointed at her, Asherah curled her lips into a cold arc, full of endless sarcasm and disdain.
The magic spear in Jack's hand was specially forged by the dark elf smiths living in the Starshade Realm, using rare Orc steel, and was custom-made for Smith to assist his power, "Artemis' Arrow," with tremendous power!
If the Godslayer himself were holding it and pointing it at her, Asherah would be wary—extremely wary. But this human in front of her…
Jack was almost completely desperate now. Their holy guardian was dead, and this ruthless witch had resurrected again. His assassination plan had failed, and Jack could not imagine what disaster his city would face next!
But even in despair, he still wanted to make one last struggle! Although he knew he couldn't use Smith's magic spear, he still pulled the trigger hard.
Not hoping for a miracle, just a desperate struggle born of unwillingness.
However, the next moment—
Boom!!!
A violent sound of breaking air. The magic spear, which had been unusable, suddenly worked. But instead of fire, the muzzle emitted a pale lightning-like flash.
A flash transformed into a pale-colored dragon of light, passing beneath the small breasts of the Divine Ancestor Asherah, then darted from behind her to the center of the sky.
Looking at the scene before them, both Jack and Asherah were frozen in place for a long time, unable to recover their senses…
"Impossible, why… why is this happening?!"
Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Asherah roared with a grim expression. She couldn't understand why the God-slayer's lackey was able to wield that demonic spear. Why?!
Thud thud thud…
The sound of footsteps hitting the ground. Under the watchful eyes of Asherah and Jack, a figure emerged from the shadowy light curtain.
"Aren't you the ones who call me the Lord of the Underworld? Even you haven't died, so how could I, the Lord of the Underworld, die? Divine Ancestor Asherah!"
A graceful, androgynous voice that made it hard to tell male from female, a black cloak, a black hood—like a beetle superhero from a children's cartoon.
Seeing the figure step forward, Jack finally came to his senses, his expression filled with endless excitement. On the other side, Asherah's face was full of shock and horror…