CHAPTER 476: CHAPTER 232: SHIAYAR, DESECRATING ABUNDANCE!

This is the core of the Divine Soul of the Goddess of Abundance.

Or rather—

the "Heart of God"

It wasn’t until this moment that she recalled the opening words Shiayar had spoken to her earlier.

"This place is actually your inner self."

In other words, your own Heart of God.

The most precious core of every deity, forming the concept of "self" in the Fabled Creature, has already been invaded by the other party at some unknown time.

At this very moment, her entire soul and mind were held in the hands of Shiayar in the form of a divine incarnation.

Then, in a completely unguarded state, she allowed Shiayar to erode, rewrite, and freely harvest her soul and mind.

"Don’t worry."

"Although this is my first time doing it, the concept of a soul shouldn’t involve any sense of pain, right?"

"So, it’s okay—"

"Just a minor surgery, it won’t hurt much."

Snap—

Shiayar snapped his fingers lightly.

The next moment.

Wisps of gray fog transformed into delicate gray threads.

Then, each gray mist thread inserted with precision and division of labor into the forehead crystal of the delicate statue in Shiayar’s hand.

The gray-black fog, following the insertion of the threads into the "Heart of God," infused within, staining the originally radiant and pure crimson gold crystal with a layer of murky gray-black.

Witnessing everything happening in front of her, the Goddess of Abundance wanted to resist and struggle.

However, in this frozen world, she could do nothing.

She could only watch helplessly as the wisps of gray-black mist threads carefully eroded into her divinity’s core under Shiayar’s manipulation, transforming, contaminating, and revising it.

"To absorb the Power of Faith and to house divinity and authority, one must open one’s self-will, materializing one’s soul into so-called divinity and Heart of God..."

"That’s why I don’t want to walk the path of godhood, if even one’s self can be rewritten by others, then I would no longer be myself..."

"Though invincible in the world, though ascended to the so-called Throne of Heaven, what meaning would it hold."

Shiayar let out a soft sigh, yet the gray mist formed by spiritual power did not cease to work.

"Hmm..."

"Changing the system files’ attribute from ’read-only’ to ’read-write,’ and then rewriting the core code."

"Why is it that even after traversing to an Otherworld of swords and Magic, I’m still doing a programmer’s work?"

"Really makes my head bald."

Shiayar unconsciously touched his head, luckily, it still seemed lush.

But at this moment.

The gray-black mist thread, an extension of his spiritual power, finally transmitted some feedback from within the crimson gold crystal that Shiayar had anticipated.

"If I’m not mistaken."

"This should be the block responsible for managing memory and self-awareness within the divinity, right?"

"Never mind, a trial will reveal the answer."

Shiayar’s mind subtly shifted.

In the crimson gold crystal, a tiny gray-black thread subtly moved.

Then, it pierced sharply into the "Heart of God."

"Answer me, who are you?"

"I am the deity presiding over abundance, also the demon wolf born before the Glorious Era, in that Era of Chaos where the fire seed never ignited."

An indifferent and withered voice devoid of emotional fluctuation sounded.

"Good."

Shiayar nodded.

"So, in your eyes, who am I?"

"You are a mysterious human, with ties to the High Golden Elf who acquired the ’Silverfire’ and declared war on the deities in the Astral Realm, very likely the so-called source of Magic and Arcane Arts."

"Moreover, you seem to be connected with the Sacred Spear, the great upheaval of the Abyss five hundred years ago, and the Lost Island, and possibly with the lingering soul of the creator believed to remain on the Lost Island, very likely having acquired its power."

"Additionally, although undetermined, I suspect you are associated with the Mercury Serpent, perhaps chosen by the Multiverse, favored by fate, the Plane Son of the next era..."

"Never thought you knew quite a bit, should I say, indeed an ancient god?"

Shiayar expressed sincere admiration: "Then, what is your view of me?"

"You are dangerous, and contrary to the existence of Deities."

"From any perspective, you are a great enemy to us deities, a threat to be eradicated at all costs, the most dangerous adversary that must be..."

At this moment, the words of Abundance had just echoed when suddenly they stiffened.

She felt the divinity that constructed her self-awareness was being pierced by some kind of extremely precise instrument.

Wiping away the old memories and awareness within.

Followed by.

The immaculate Heart of God was inscribed with new information and awareness.

"Great Adversary... "

"Great Adversary... "

For some reason, the heart of the Goddess of Abundance suddenly became bewildered and disoriented.

Her luscious lips trembled slightly.

However, the thoughts which were previously well-organized, could no longer be articulated into complete sentences from her mouth.

A moment passed.

The abundant deity finally lifted her vacant, beautiful eyes.

"You are the creator who bestowed upon me the authority of abundance."

"The master of the Pantheon, who delineates the limits of light and dark, and defines the earth and sea."

"The King of the Heavens, the Emperor of the Sea—"

"And at the same time..."

She gently opened her mouth.

"You are also someone I trust and rely upon—"

"Father God."

At the utterance of this word, the voluptuous body of the Goddess of Abundance trembled slightly.

Father God?

I am clearly a pure-blooded Ancient Demon Wolf, originated from the Wilderness, so how can there be such a thing as a Father God?

Moreover—since he is the Father God who granted me authority.

Then why, in my past memories, does he so rarely appear?

Deep within Abundance’s heart, chaotic logic clashed continuously.

A flash of clarity appeared in her eyes, she slightly lifted her head, looking at the black-haired, black-eyed youth in front of her.

At this moment, an ineffable fear and panic rose from the depths of Abundance’s heart.

Was my memory and awareness rewritten without my knowledge?

"Hiss."

"More complicated than I imagined."

"Merely modifying a single memory unit seems to have deficiencies, resulting in bugs."

"Because the modified memories and awareness parts conflict with other prior memories, the contradictions lead to the perception of anomalies, causing the memory owner to suspect the modified awareness and memories."

Shiayar moved his fingers, expressing a murmured monologue.

Indeed, in programming, the most painful part isn’t writing code but testing and debugging.

"What I previously did was more like stamping a ’thought seal’ on the divinity."

"But if the holder of the divinity remains in self-doubt due to logical conflict for a long time, it will eventually be gradually corrected, just like how the thought seal ’water is highly toxic’ contrary to common sense cannot persist."

"If this is all I can achieve, it seems insufficient—"

"I need to shift my thinking as well, not every deity in the Pantheon is a lunatic or idiot like the Crimson Red Moon and the Lord of Ashes, there are quite a few ancient gods who are quite shrewd, I certainly don’t want to be seen through and entrapped by the opponent."

Shiayar’s thoughtful words faintly sounded in Abundance’s ears.

"Don’t—"

The Goddess of Abundance moved her lips, not yet able to speak.

In the next moment, her clear, beautiful eyes turned void and hollow again.

Again, a fine thread of spiritual power, condensed from gray mist, pierced into the Divine Core, gradually erasing and modifying Abundance’s self.

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