CHAPTER 77: "I MAY HAVE OVERDONE IT,"

The aroma of Shepherd’s Pie still lingering. now joined by a spread of other dishes—roasted vegetables glazed with herb butter, crusty bread with a golden sheen, and a spicy stew that warmed his throat.

He took another bite of the pie, the savory mix of ground meat, onions, garlic, and creamy gravy bursting on his tongue, the mashed potato topping soft and rich. This food have surprisingly left a good impression on him...

Ivana had a damn good taste, no question. The meal was solid, better than most mortal food he’d tried, each dish a little piece of her skill, her care. He chewed slowly, his eyes flicking to her, catching her nervous glance, her cheeks still faintly pink from their kitchen romp.

After finishing, he leaned back, his silver hair glinting in the morning light, his muscular frame relaxed but commanding.

"Good stuff," he said, his voice low, a nod to Ivana, who blushed harder, her perky breasts rising with a quick breath under her snug top.

As the plates were cleared and the scent of the feast still lingered in the air, Deus turned his gaze toward her.

"Ivana," he said evenly. "There is something I want to begin soon."

Ivana straightened immediately, her back instinctively going upright at the seriousness in his voice.

He didn’t speak with words this time—but instead transmitted the information directly into her mind.

Her pupils dilated.

Ivana’s eyes lit up, gleaming with glee, her heart thumping so loud he could almost hear it. "T-this!"

Her mind reeled, shock widening her eyes as Deus transmitted the details straight to her thoughts, a divine pulse of info that hit her like a spark.

With his power, his personality, the rewards he’d dish out wouldn’t be some small-time shit—they’d be massive, game-changing. She was already picturing it, her imagination running wild: the glorious moment of Deus, towering and godly, granting mythical beast souls to worthy citizens of the Great Lumen Empire, their strength soaring, their empire shining brighter, her people bowing in awe.

"So when’s the event to pick the worthy ones?" Deus asked, his voice cutting through her daydream, his glowing eyes narrowing, a faint smirk tugging his lips, like he knew her thoughts were wandering.

"We’ll start immediately," she said quickly. "Word will be spread today."

Her expression shifted into something sharper—decisive, Empress-like.

"I’ll organize a tournament... open to all, from commoner to noble. The top hundred winners will be given first priority in receiving your gifted beast souls."

She looked up at him, eyes gleaming like frozen sapphires, lit with ambition and pride.

"This shall be the grandest event the Great Lumen Empire has ever witnessed."

Deus didn’t reply immediately.

But the faintest hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

Ivana’s heart raced, her cheeks flushing, her pussy clenching faintly at his approval, her body still sensitive from his earlier pounding. She felt the weight of his trust, her role in his divine plan, and it thrilled her.

’He’s counting on me...’ she thought, her eyes bright, her lips parting slightly, her breath quickening. She imagined the tournament’s glory, her people proving their worth, Deus’s power elevating them, her empire etched in history.

"I’ll make it happen," she said, her voice firm, a vow, her hands gripping the table, her perky breasts heaving, her resolve as strong as her desire for him.

"In the meantime, I’d like you to show me some interesting sports mortals partake in," Deus said, his eyes calm as always, though a faint curiosity flickered within.

It didn’t take long before they were out in the wide open field behind the imperial training arena.

Ivana had changed into something more suited for movement—tight-fitting black leggings hugged her long legs, while a cropped white sports top clung to her body, exposing the smooth curve of her waist. Her snow-white hair was tied in a sleek ponytail behind her head, bouncing lightly with every step she took.

Even dressed for a game, she still exuded elegance and poise—though the athletic look brought a certain raw charm to her usual icy beauty.

At her side stood Deus.

He too wore a modern sports outfit—simple black joggers with a sleeveless fitted top that showed off the powerful, chiseled definition of his upper body. Every inch of his frame looked sculpted by divine hands. The sunlight kissed his bronze-gold skin, and even the faintest movements of his muscles carried a subtle grace and authority that was hard to ignore.

If gods had an athlete division, he would’ve been its ruler.

Ivana tried to steady her heart.

"This one is called football," she said, her voice light. "Two teams compete to get the ball into the opposing goalpost using only their feet—no hands. It’s strategic,crowds go wild for a good match. It’s one of the most popular mortal games, simple to understand, but hard to master."

She bounced the ball on her knee, her thick thighs flexing, her sportswear stretching, her perky breasts jiggling faintly, a quick demo that caught Deus’s eye, his smirk widening.

Deus nodded slightly when she was done, eyes already on the ball in front of him.

"Seems easy enough," he muttered.

He took a step forward, flicked the ball lightly with the tip of his foot, launching it upward—and then, with precise timing, struck it mid-air with a calm, effortless kick.

BOOM—!

The moment his foot connected, the ball rocketed forward like a bullet.

It slammed into the post with a thunderous impact... tearing straight through the tightly woven net like paper. The ball continued several meters past the goal before finally skidding to a halt on the grass. The grass torn beneath it...

A brief silence fell.

Deus stared at the distant ball, blinking once.

"...I may have overdone it," he muttered to himself. "But I barely used any strength..."

Ivana stood rooted to the spot, her mouth slightly agape. Her chest rose and fell gently, her expression caught between disbelief and speechlessness.

He tore through the net... like it wasn’t even there.