CHAPTER 82: THE TOURNAMENT...

She came again and again, her orgasms relentless, her pussy spasming, squirting, her thighs trembling, her moans a symphony, her body pushed beyond mortal limits, her soul energy surging, fueled by his divine essence.

Deus kept fucking, his groans rough, his cock throbbing, her tight, juicy walls driving him wild, his silver hair swaying, his muscular frame glistening, his eyes feasting on her trembling form.

"Fuck, Ivana... you’re mine," he growled, his voice dripping lust, his thrusts brutal, his hand spanking her ass,

Pa-!

making her moan louder, her pussy tightening, sparking jolts through his cock.

Finally, he couldn’t hold back, his pleasure peaking, his cock pulsing violently. With a roar, he creampied her, shooting a thick, hot load of cum deep inside, filling her womb, warm and creamy, seeping into her spasming walls, the excess oozing out, dripping with her juices, pooling on the floor.

Ivana came again, her pussy squirting, her body shuddering, her moans echoing, "~Ahn!~ yes!

The warmth of his load sent her over, her thighs quaking, her white hair a mess, her perky breasts heaving, her heart swelling with devotion, her body claimed, complete.

When they were done, Ivana was spent, her body limp, her joints numb, her pussy sore but sated, her dark eyes hazy, her flushed face glowing with bliss.

She fell into Deus’s arms, her big ass quivering, her white hair splaying, her perky breasts pressing against him, her breath heavy. He caught her, his godly strength effortless, lifting her princess-style, her body light in his arms, her thick thighs dangling, her pussy dripping, her white hair cascading, her dark eyes fluttering, half-conscious, her beauty raw, fucked-out, divine.

He teleported them in a flash of divine light, the gaming room vanishing, reappearing in her bedroom, the air cool, the scent of lavender faint, the bed plush with silken sheets.

Before laying her down, Deus summoned a special beast soul—a shimmering blob of water, pulsing with faint blue light, hovering like a living thing.

He ran it over her, the blob gliding across her sweat-slicked skin, absorbing every bead of sweat, every trace of cum, every impurity, leaving her jade-white skin glowing, pristine, her white hair soft, her perky breasts gleaming, her big ass smooth.

Ivana moaned faintly, the cool touch soothing, her body relaxing, her dark eyes closed, her breath steadying. He laid her on the bed, her body sinking into the sheets, her curves a sensual outline, her white hair fanning out, her beauty serene.

He covered her with a towel, the fabric soft, draping her perky breasts, her thick thighs, her modesty preserved, her exhaustion absolute.

Deus cleaned himself with the water blob, its touch cool, refreshing, his muscular frame glistening, his silver hair shimmering, his smooth skin flawless.

He lay behind her, his body curling around hers, his chiseled chest pressing against her back, his strong arm draping over her waist, his breath warm on her nape, her big ass nestled against his crotch, his cock still throbbing, craving more, hard and restless.

’No use... gotta wait this out,’ he thought, his divine stamina endless, his lust simmering, but Ivana was done, her mortal limits reached, her body needing rest.

He had multiple beast souls, each with great powers—which he could fuck to satisfy himself, boosting their soul energy, evolving them with his essence. He could’ve used them, but not now. Now was not the time.

’She’s mine already... let her grow first,’ he thought, his eyes softening, his hand brushing her white hair, her warmth soothing, her presence enough for now.

The next day, Deus and Ivana had more fun. From light conversations under the glowing morning sun to short rounds of chess and random games Ivana thought might interest him, the day began peacefully. At one point, Ivana asked about Mira. Deus simply told her that Mira was currently occupied with something important.

The next hour, the tournament began.

All Soulers of different ranks gathered from all over the Great Lumen Empire’s capital. Valebastion’s Tournament House stood tall and proud, a coliseum-like structure forged with white soulstone walls that shimmered faintly beneath the sun. It was massive, easily capable of holding ten thousand people without being crowded. The air was electric with excitement and hushed murmurs. Rumors had already spread—beast souls would be granted as rewards by an unknown supreme being.

Soulers of all kinds—men and women, old and young, veterans and fresh initiates—stood alert, eyes glowing with expectation. The opportunity was too great to pass up. Just the thought of being granted a powerful beast soul stirred something primal within their hearts.

To their surprise, rank didn’t matter. Soulers of varying levels were paired at random. Some raised their brows, confused. It was basic knowledge that higher-ranked Soulers would always dominate lower ones in combat. The audience buzzed with confusion. Why were the organizers pairing up such uneven matches?

But Deus had plans.

When the first two combatants stepped onto the stage, something incredible happened. They could feel it immediately—an unseen force had locked their soul strength. Both were suddenly reduced and balanced to the same tier. Even their beast souls, which normally varied wildly in power, had been forcefully equalized. Every ounce of their might had been adjusted to match perfectly.

The two combatants exchanged shocked glances. They had never heard of such a method before. To alter a Souler’s power level without harming their core was something unheard of—no one thought such a thing was possible. If they knew the truth... if they knew it was the God of Souls himself hosting this event, perhaps their jaws would’ve dropped even harder.

But to Deus, this level of power was trivial. Effortless.

With strength, speed, and soul abilities matched, it was now purely a test of instinct, skill, technique, and talent. A true fight.

To the audience’s surprise, it was the underdog—the weaker Souler in terms of original rank—that won. Not with brute force, but with a well-timed counter and sharp execution. The crowd was stunned into silence before cheers erupted.