You absolute piece of shi—
I didn't even finish the sentence.
I was already sprinting through the forest at full speed, branches whipping past my face as shouts echoed behind me.
"Get him!"
"Don't let that pervert escape!"
I glanced back and nearly tripped.
The women—now fully dressed—were chasing me with terrifying coordination.
"My ladies!" I shouted while running. "There has been a huge misunderstanding! I was merely passing by—"
They were not having it.
Not even a little.
As I ran, I cursed that damn blue screen system with every divine insult I knew.
Then—
YANK!
Something grabbed me from behind. I slammed into the ground, the breath knocked straight out of my lungs. Before I could even roll over—
Cold steel kissed my neck.
I froze.
Slowly, I followed the blade upward.
And then…
I saw her.
White hair like fresh snow.
Skin pale enough to shame moonlight.
Eyes a deep, vivid green—sharp, calm, dangerous.
Even the most beautiful elves of the Nine Realms couldn't compare.
Her robes clung to her form, still damp from the water, faintly translucent. Her curves it was perfect.
My gaze dropped before I could stop it.
My heart…
Hammered.
What is this feeling?
I am a god.
I am Thor Odinson.
I should not—
The next moment, I was tied to a tree.
Efficiently.
Thoroughly.
The white-haired woman stood before me with the others, all of them scanning me from head to toe like I was livestock.
"My ladies," I said carefully, "there is truly a misunderstanding. I am Thor Odinson—God of Thunder and future ruler of the Nine Realms."
Silence.
Then the white-haired woman spoke, her voice cold.
"Pervert. Do you think we are idiots?"
She pointed at my clothes.
"What kind of god roams forests in strange attire and spies on young women bathing?"
I opened my mouth to respond—
BING!
Congratulations, Host!
You have acquired 500 System Points for successfully peeking!
Bet won.
My blood boiled.
"SHUT UP!" I roared.
Every woman froze.
The white-haired woman's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"What did you just say?"
I panicked, waving my hands.
"N–No! Not you! I meant—ah—someone else!"
She looked me up and down again.
"You like calling women 'my lady,' don't you?"
One of the others stepped forward.
"Senior Sister, enough talk. Let's teach this barbaric pervert a lesson."
She smiled sweetly.
"By cutting those off."
My blood ran cold.
"W–What?"
Laughter erupted around me.
The white-haired woman chuckled.
"Relax. We'll only cut off your dignity."
She leaned closer.
"Your beard."
Time stopped.
Something snapped inside me.
BING!
Host is experiencing an adrenaline surge.
The ground trembled.
The women froze, confusion flashing across their faces.
"What's happening?"
The white-haired woman's gaze snapped to me.
I roared with every ounce of my strength.
"I SWEAR BY ODIN'S BEARD—NO ONE TOUCHES MY BEARD!!"
The massive Tree behind me ripped out of the earth.
Roots shattered the ground.
Gasps filled the air.
I leapt—straight into the nearby lake.
Silence followed.
The women stared in shock.
Only the white-haired woman remained calm, staring at the water.
"…No qi," she murmured.
"He uprooted the Great Gong Tree with pure physical strength."
Her eyes narrowed.
"This is no small matter." That is one of the most powerfull tree with strongest root.
She turned away.
"We return to the sect. This must be reported."