Chapter 839 Unexpected Entanglements

Chapter 839 Unexpected Entanglements

Azazel scrutinized Pamela with a serious expression, causing her to shift uncomfortably under his gaze.

"Hey, if you're really a Goddess, then perform a miracle right now," Azazel challenged with a grin, crossing his arms expectantly.

Pamela hesitated, unsure of how to respond. "Uhm . . . my powers don't work that way," she admitted reluctantly.

Azazel tilted his head to the side, clearly puzzled. "Then how does it work?"

"It just happens . . . naturally," Pamela replied honestly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Huh?" Azazel's confusion was evident as he tried to make sense of Pamela's explanation.

"Her powers are just like Lethargia then," Vivi exclaimed. Desira stepped forward, her suspicion evident in her tone. "Then just perform some unique magic for us. Show us what a goddess can do."

Pamela shrank under their expectant gazes, feeling the weight of their anticipation bearing down on her. She wanted to cry for some reason, feeling overwhelmed by the pressure to prove herself.

"I can . . . read your fortunes, and I'm extremely lucky," Pamela offered meekly, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Initially, there was no reaction from the warlords, leaving Pamela feeling even more exposed and vulnerable.

As everyone sighed in unison, Pamela felt the weight of their collective disappointment pressing down on her spirit. With frustration boiling inside her, she couldn't help but burst out. "It's not my fault! That's just how I am!"

"Don't mock her too much. She's going to cry," Elena added, trying to defend Pamela.

"Alright, enough already," Ren interjected, his tone firm as he turned to address Pamela. "You're a goddess, right? Then you must be familiar with this realm."

Pamela hesitated, unsure of how to respond, but before she could gather her thoughts, Azazel had already made a decision for her.

"Alright. This Goddess is coming with us. Don't bully her too much even if she's a hostage, alright?" Azazel declared, with a hint of amusement in his voice.

"H-hostage?" Pamela stuttered, taken aback by the sudden turn of events. She felt a knot form in her stomach as she realized she was now trapped with them, held captive against her will.

Initially, she had struggled with the idea of infiltrating Ren's group to get to Lorelai, but after witnessing Ren's formidable power, she had second thoughts. Now, she found herself in a situation she hadn't anticipated, and she couldn't help but wonder how it had all come to this.

Why was it that her luck didn't work this time when she needed it the most? Pamela lamented silently. Perhaps her luck had indeed worked, sparing her from being killed by Ren and his companions.

"Alright, come on now, Goddess, lead us to Whispering Peak where we will meet the Goddess of Gossip," Azazel said, breaking Pamela out of her thoughts.

Pamela paused and glanced at the others. "The Goddess of Gossip?" she repeated incredulously, realizing the audacity of their request.

"What in Heaven's name are you saying?! Don't you know that going in there and seeking the Goddess of Gossip is a sin, and you could get excommunicated for it?!" Pamela exclaimed, her voice laced with disbelief and fear.

These souls really must be crazy, Pamela thought to herself, her mind swirling with disbelief. She had anticipated a straightforward retrieval mission for Lorelai, perhaps facing some resistance from a minor deity or two. But never in her wildest dreams did she expect the Goddess of Gossip to suddenly come into the picture.

If she had known then what she knew now, Pamela would have bailed out of this situation before it escalated any further. But alas, hindsight was a luxury she didn't possess at the moment.

What had her luck and fortune gotten her into this time?