CHAPTER 475: CHAPTER 232: SHIAYAR, DESECRATING ABUNDANCE!

Regardless of whether it is a Demigod or a True God, or even the concept of a "Fabled Creature" and "Divine Ascension Steps" itself, it will all be erased by the other party.

Moreover, that day may not be too far off.

...

BOOM——

At dusk, the view of the empty classroom after school suddenly collapsed.

Crimson gold brilliance surged, engulfing everything around.

At this moment.

Thousands of flowers bloomed simultaneously, the sound of clear springs flowed, wheat spikes wafted their scent, and that immense life force filled the entire sky.

Yet amidst the crimson gold divine light, the Goddess of Abundance did not make a move against Shiayar, wishing to harm the other.

Though it was only a brief conversation.

But, in this moment of confrontation, the Goddess of Abundance understood completely——

The person in front of her is not someone she could contend with by violence. As a deity who masters harvest, her field of expertise is not destruction and battle.

Furthermore, at this moment.

To harm—or even obliterate the other party.

Such thoughts of being against this black-haired youth in front of her, once they arose in her mind, would be instantly drowned by overwhelming guilt and a sense of wrongdoing.

The Goddess of Abundance knew very well.

At this moment, she absolutely didn’t have the ability to strike against this kind, respectable, deeply admired, and dependent youth before her.

From beginning to end.

The only thing she could do, was just one thing——

That is, at all costs.

To the outside world.

To other deities whom she originally watched out for or even opposed, conveying information about this youth named Shiayar Egutt.

This is the only opportunity.

And perhaps the last——

The chance to strangle this terrifying Enemy of the Gods in its cradle.

"Everyone, I am Abundance."

"Whether it was a mortal enemy because of divine wars before, or the Old Gods from different eras with their own purposes..."

"But at this moment, please set aside past enmities and biases for now."

"At this very moment, the common enemy of every deity has already been born!"

The urgent proclamation of the Goddess of Abundance, imbued with crimson gold Divine Power, surged forth.

It was about to be sent through the Spirit Realm, reaching the ears of every deity and Fabled Creature within the Multiverse.

However, in the next instant.

The world stilled.

Not just the crimson gold Divine Power, but also the classroom ravaged by the divine power of abundance, along with the white clouds drifting in the sky.

Everything was frozen in place, as if captured in a photograph.

"So, does this mean our negotiations have broken down?"

In this stop-time world, where even thoughts slowed to a crawl, only one person was still moving as usual.

"Ying Ying Ying (So, the master wasn’t playing with hypnosis, but with stopping time...)"

The faint sound of the little white ferret’s cry came over, then turned into a whimper, as Shiayar covered its mouth.

After dealing with this talkative ferret.

Shiayar then slowly turned his calm gaze toward the Goddess of Abundance in front of him.

"You’re really quite clever, should I say no wonder you were born in the Era of Chaos before the Glorious Era, as an ancient god?"

"It’s much harder to make you believe compared to that Crimson Red Moon and a certain Lord of Ashes who only knows how to burn."

"It seems my self-discipline as an actor needs improvement."

"Then, I can only initiate Plan B."

Shiayar sighed lightly.

"However, this is not something Silver, you can watch——"

"I know you pet beasts have secretly chosen your mistress."

"If you run off to tell on me to Ennie, who knows if she’d punish me by making me kneel on a washboard for three days."

He grabbed the little white ferret struggling under his grasp on his shoulder and threw it into the Soul Pact Space.

In the process, he also sealed off his Soul Pact Space, leaving the pet beasts inside bewildered, peeking out, only to find themselves left in the dark room again.

After doing all this.

Shiayar then slowly extended his hand.

In the next instant, crimson gold brilliance began to gather slowly within Shiayar’s palm.

Then, it condensed into a small and exquisite figurine.

Lush and gentle, wearing a crown woven from laurel leaves, surrounded by springs and wheat spikes.

The statue was incredibly lifelike, vivid and realistic... as if it was a miniature version of the Goddess of Abundance, somewhat similar to the silver statue enshrined in the Church of Abundance.

However, unlike the statue made of silver, this small figure seemed to possess its own life, with its eyes tightly closed, and its full chest still rising and falling as if breathing.

At the center of the semi-transparent statue, was a crystal pure and clear.

The unbelievably brilliant and splendid golden godly radiance illuminated out of the crystal, dazzling with light.

...

Looking at the source of light, the small crystal in Shiayar’s hand.

The mind of the Goddess of Abundance skipped a beat for an instant.

If earlier her emotions were only vigilance, anger, alertness, and a slight sense of confusion.

Then at this very moment.

Fear, dread... these emotions she had long abandoned after achieving Demigod status, once again surged up in the residual Divine Soul of the Goddess of Abundance.

It reminded her of thousands of years ago, before she attained the divine status of abundance, when she was merely an ordinary demon wolf on the wild lands, accidentally facing a powerful ancient god, engulfed in fear and helplessness.

She recognized the lifelike small statue in Shiayar’s hand.

That was her divinity embodiment.

And at the center of the statue’s brow—the entirely crimson gold, radiating crystal.