CHAPTER 469: CHAPTER 231: GODDESS OF ABUNDANCE: WHAT’S HAPPENING TO ME? (QUADRUPLE CHAPTER)_5

Among the fabled creatures, unlike those stubborn ones whose thoughts remain in the brilliance of the Glorious Era,

she does not mind the rise of the human race.

Since the ebb of The Age of Gods, the rise of humans is inevitable, so stepping back from the stage of the Main Material Plane and hiding behind the scenes is not impossible for her.

As long as her followers exist for a day, the stronger and more prosperous the human race becomes, the more she can reap from it, endlessly.

She is acutely aware that her current accumulation is still insufficient, not enough to vie for the Throne of Heaven of this Era.

By lying dormant for a while longer and continuously amassing power through her followers, she can wait for the direction of future history to change, and when the Era ends, then will be her opportunity, there is no need to rush.

However, that advanced Elf named Hathaway, the Black Tower she intends to establish, and the Wizard and Magic are different.

They fundamentally negate the deities, negating her own steps towards the Divine Ascension Steps.

Moreover, the potential they have shown is not to be underestimated.

Clearly, they are strong beings who rose after the catastrophe, yet have reached a level comparable to hers in such a short time.

They even—harbored a "Silverfire" from the depths of the Astral Realm, which had never been found.

And then, the human named Shiayar Egutt, whose name was spread by Hathaway.

The heart of the Goddess of Abundance grew cold bit by bit.

She stretched out her pale fingers, a faint golden Divine Power emerged, forming an illusory image.

It was of a young man with black hair and black eyes, eyes deep as if containing the stars and the sea.

According to that Golden Elf, he is the true founder of the Black Tower.

Also, he is the source of the so-called Magic and Arcane Arts.

Based on the intelligence Abundance holds—

This human is suspected to be involved with the great fall into the Abyss five hundred years ago.

"The owner of the Sacred Spear."

"It seems he even inherited part of the legacy of the creator from the Glorious Era."

"Not only that, he is also a pure-blooded human."

"And if I remember correctly, that lucky snake seems to have disappeared for a long time... If that snake has also followed him..."

The Goddess of Abundance continued to watch that illusory image, her eyes growing colder bit by bit.

"The favored child of the Era."

"Destined by fate to be the protagonist of the new Era?"

The potential he displayed is indeed terrifying to an extent.

And most importantly, the Magic he created fundamentally denies the legitimacy of the deities.

This alone destined him to have no room for maneuver with the fabled creatures.

This is the grave threat to the very heart of the gods.

Given this, he must be utterly eradicated at all costs, in alliance with other deities, before he fully grows...

But wait—

Eradicated?

The thoughts of Abundance suddenly paused...

"Why am I having such violent thoughts about him?"

"How blasphemous, how evil is this."

"How can I harm him, how am I qualified to harm him, how dare I harm him?"

"Even to have a blasphemous thought towards him is a grave sin, which can only be repaid by death to atone."

The Goddess of Abundance silently gazed at the young man with black hair and eyes in that illusory image.

On that fair and flawless skin, for reasons unknown, a hint of blush and beads of sweat appeared.

The Mother Goddess of Abundance felt a sudden tremor deep within her Divine Soul, prompting her to involuntarily extend her pale, graceful fingers...

Then slowly, she reached out to caress the face of that young man with black hair and eyes in the light screen.

Yearning.

Longing.

Admiration.

And, an inexplicable emotion evolved from the strands of reverence and attachment.

These were mundane emotions that should have been completely discarded by the Mother Goddess of Abundance several eras ago, yet without any warning, they surfaced deep in her thoughts.

Then, in that originally tranquil and unchanging Heart of God.

Ripples formed, one after another.

On the face of the Goddess of Abundance, the originally dignified and holy appearance was no longer maintainable.

In those gentle eyes, an uncontrollable look of hesitation shone through.

The thoughts of reverence and attachment turned into a surging tide, flooding her entire Spiritual World with a feeling named guilt, almost overwhelming the Heart of God of the Mother Goddess of Abundance, making even normal thinking difficult.

"He’s just a mere human—"

"An existence doomed to be an enemy of us deities, a grave threat from a rational standpoint that must be eradicated."

"What am I..."

"What’s happening?"