Chapter 123: Tresspassing

In a room adorned in pure white, reminiscent of an untouched canvas, a woman sat upon a regal and luxurious throne.

Her presence commanded attention, and an air of authority emanated from her as she looked down upon a gathering of individuals who knelt before her.

While many of these figures might have appeared human at first glance, a closer inspection revealed their true nature—they were gods and deities from a diverse pantheon.

The woman on the throne, with her golden blonde hair and deep, penetrating golden eyes, surveyed her surroundings and regarded the gods before her with a disdainful expression.

The gods, accustomed to their own arrogance and usually quick to retort when confronted with insolence, remained silent.

There was an unspoken acknowledgment among them—a recognition of the significance of the figure seated on the regal throne.

Eris, the primordial god of their entire pantheon, held a status and power that surpassed even the most ancient and formidable among them.

In the presence of Eris, born as the primordial force of their pantheon, the other gods dared not challenge her gaze.

She had every right to look down upon those who came before her or those whose power paled in comparison.

The silence in the room echoed with the weight of hierarchy, and the gods, despite their individual might, understood their place in the divine order under the gaze of the primordial god, Eris.

Even Callisia, the goddess of the elves and sister to Eris, showed deep respect, acknowledging the authority that Eris wielded in the pantheon.

Despite her own divine status and the familial connection to the pantheon's leader, Callisia, too, had no choice but to pay homage to her sister's name, power, and dignity.

Although treated with a bit of leniency, she was required to bow, a gesture less profound than the gods who knelt before the throne.

The air in the room crackled with tension as Eris, seated on her throne, unleashed a surge of golden lightning that erupted in all directions.

Her right hand slammed onto the throne, and unfortunate angels and gods caught in the shockwave might soon find themselves facing the cycle of reincarnation.

"First, those goddamn abominations, then the demons, and now foreign fucking gods!" Eris exclaimed in anger, her golden aura intensifying with her rising fury. The room seemed to vibrate with the sheer force of her divine presence.

"Somebody tell me how they managed to slip into our realm!" she demanded, her voice echoing through the divine chamber.

The gods who knelt and bowed before her dared not speak until addressed, their eyes averted in deference to the powerful primordial deity who sought answers in the face of an intrusion into their divine realm.

In the charged atmosphere of the divine chamber, where the gods dared not speak, the sparks of golden lightning once again materialized around Eris.

This time, however, the lightning transformed, compressing and coalescing into a stunning golden sword.

The sheer power emanating from the blade surpassed the expectations of even the gods gathered in the room, sending a collective shiver through them.

"G-great primordial, if I may!"

A voice suddenly broke the tense silence. It was Payton, the god of the seas, whose appearance bore the features of both a mermaid and a fishman.

Eris had a gut feeling that they had already descended upon the mortal realm of their world.

However, she hadn't yet informed the other gods, refraining from causing panic and avoiding the potential shame of revealing that these foreign gods were baiting her to descend to the mortal realm.

Such a move would be a dangerous gamble, and she couldn't afford to lose or risk her own demise.

Eris understood the critical role she played—she was the sole barrier preventing those monsters from infiltrating. If she fell, so too would this world and sector.

Sighing, Eris closed her eyes, contemplating the perilous situation. She hoped that the call for help she had sent to a sector she was quite close with would be answered. The fate of their divine realm hung in the balance, and Eris silently prayed for support from allies who could aid in facing the impending threat.

'Using that kid was the right thing.... Right now, he's basically doing his role as of the moment based on the number of quests and missions, he has completed.... But I wonder if he started to notice now that he has failed a mission for the first time?'

'But not that it matters at the moment, the demons would be taken care of by him now that I had forced the fate of providence onto him, and at the same time those beings can't do anything to my realm right now, with him being tied to me right now'

Tsk..

'That kid may be the key needed to stop this impending chaos'

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In the gloomy confines of a castle adorned in shades of red and black, a man stirred from his slumber, finding himself surrounded by an entourage of captivating women.

Though their beauty was undeniable, the telltale signs of bat-like wings and horns revealed their demonic nature.

Similarly, the man who awoke possessed a distinctive appearance—his hair shifting from white to black depending on the angle, and two dark horns protruding from his forehead.

"You're awake, your majesty!" exclaimed a frog-like demon named Gilyly, who hastily entered the room.

"Hmm, what's the rush, Gilyly?" the man inquired with a hint of indifference.

"Please hurry and dress up, your majesty! You have a guest!"

"Hmm? I don't remember inviting anyone, though."

"Well, that's right" a voice chimed in from above. The man and Gilyly looked up to see a young boy with black hair and golden eyes, his expression one of unabashed curiosity.

"I just barged in; you don't mind, right?" the boy asked, a ridiculous smile playing on his face.

The man raised an eyebrow at the unexpected visitor but couldn't help but chuckle at the audacity.

"Well, it's not every day we get uninvited guests. Fine, let me get dressed. What brings you here, young one?"

"Or should I say old one?"

The boy just smiled at his response.