The Chains of Submission
The Goddess Department’s war was over. Wings of light, shaped as though they were real, spread around him and announced his presence to the imprisoned goddesses. She must have been an Upper God or higher in the past, but she’s just an Upper God now. She’s no match for me, an Intermediate Main God.
Yet the imprisoned goddesses responded to his divine power by raising their divine-power restraints. Not a single one submitted to his overwhelming might.
“Anyone who tries to pressure me dies.”
“Kill him—!”
Buuuuuaaaah! Phuhahahahaha!
The divine-power restraints turned into weapons and rained down on him.
How crude. Those things can actually make excellent weapons if used properly.
Normally, wearing divine-power restraints sealed one’s authorities and the sheer mass alone rendered most gods powerless. But the truly strong could turn them into weapons instead. This time, however, it was a mistake.
This is my divine temple. All divine power and vitality here obey my will. Even space and time belong to me.
The Dimensional and War God’s authority to trap the heavens and rewrite phenomena activated here more easily than breathing.
“Dimensional Net. Condition: prohibit all movement.”
At his powerful divine declaration, the restraints that had been hurtling toward his head froze in midair.
“Hic—! He just seized control of the divine-power restraints in an instant?”
“Spatial control on the level of a Creator God?”
“He’s no ordinary Main God!”
At the dimensional divine word, every imprisoned goddess and every flying restraint came to a complete halt.
At this level, there’s no need to even fight.
The Dimensional and War God felt a flicker of excitement, only for it to die instantly.
If they can’t even break a simple spatial control like this, numbers mean nothing.
The faces of the imprisoned goddesses twisted in despair. They poured divine power into their authority wings, struggling desperately to break free, but an Intermediate Main God of Dimensions possessed control that only another Main God could possibly resist.
Anyone at or below my level would have to fight with everything they have just to resist. That is the authority of the dimensional power, an energy that surpasses even the highest light—the sun itself. Thinking of the suffering I endured to obtain this makes my teeth grind. No matter what they do, they won’t be able to lift a single finger.
Most amusing of all were the pale faces of the female Transcendents. They had believed the Dimensional and War God to be nothing more than an ordinary eleven-circle Main God. Yet even during his ten-circle days, he had been an Absolute Being who single-handedly defeated other ten-circle powerhouses.
After all, he is the Mage God who wields both divine power and magic simultaneously.
He examined the iron-chain restraints that had been flying toward him. Even with the eyes of an eleven-circle mage, he could not fully discern their nature—they were clearly not ordinary divine-race craftsmanship.
As expected. Is this also part of a Creator God’s authority? It freely transforms and utilizes different types of energy. Instead of merely controlling the divine power of the bound, it absorbs it and converts it into vitality, reinforcing its own structure. No matter how much divine power the bound one releases, it all converts into vitality and increases its durability. As a bonus, it even uses some of that vitality to strengthen the bound one’s body so they can endure the stimulus. No wonder its creator was so confident in its absolute control.
An unexpected gain. He had obtained a divine artifact imbued with the Creator God’s authority to freely manipulate multiple forms of energy.
A restraint containing both self-reinforcement through vitality and a body-strengthening authority? Whether the creator intended it or not, this is exactly what I need. I really must pay my respects.
Above all, he desperately needed body strengthening through vitality. While the restraints’ primary functions were structural reinforcement and physical binding, converting them into body enhancement was trivial for him.
“I am the one and only special existence in this world.”
It was only a fragment of a Creator God’s authority. Ten-circle magic was insufficient, so he mobilized all eleven circles.
Uuuuuuuung—!
The eleven magic circles above his head shone brilliantly, copying and reinforcing the restraints.
Ziiiiing! Ziiiiing!
The crudely thick chains gradually thinned into threads, then wove together into cloth. He applied the same technique used for elven mithril-thread armor. Between the threads, he infused Adamantium that radiated vitality and Demon Adamantium that radiated magic power.
Gogogogogo—!
The divine power and magic power tried to repel each other, but the divine-power restraint, created with a Creator God’s authority, absorbed everything and converted it into vitality.
The converted vitality returns to magic power and divine power, activating the body-strengthening authority. It also reinforces its own structure. Right now it only possesses Main God-level defensive power, but if I keep wearing it and reinforcing it, it will eventually withstand even Creator God-level attacks.
At last, a radiant silver cloth armor emblazoned with jet-black dark patterns was complete.
A perfect circulation structure of vitality, magic power, and divine power. All excess vitality aids in reinforcing its structure and strengthening the wearer.
For him—who simultaneously wielded magic power and divine power while desperately needing physical training—this was an unparalleled treasure.
He removed his current robe and changed into it immediately. He could feel vitality radiating outward, strengthening his divine body.
Remarkable effect and reinforcement speed. With this, I can greatly accelerate the time needed to reach my complete form.
Having obtained such a useful robe, he sighed as he looked at the completely subdued goddess and demon-goddess prisoners.
No matter how long they’ve been imprisoned, even as Spiritual Beings they’re covered in grime and dust. They probably smell.
They were supposed to be noble Spiritual Beings, yet their wretched appearance was no better than that of the female Transcendents of the Demon God Star, frozen mid-attack.
“They’re filthy. Thoroughly wash them first and bring them back. We’ll discuss the contracts afterward.”
“What—! You’re going to wash me? What the hell are you trying to—!”
“How dare—! Mmph—!”
“Ugh—!”
Silver restraints appeared over the eyes and mouths of the cursing imprisoned goddesses, silencing them and blocking their vision. Their mouths were simply too foul, so he reapplied the mouth restraints and blindfolds he had previously removed.
Uuuuuuuuugh!
Their physical restraints were released, but dimensional divine power fixed them so they could not move even a finger.
They can be moved by external force, but never by their own power.
At his command, the goddesses who had become his complete subordinates lifted the imprisoned goddesses into the air, bowed, and carried them away. The demon goddesses likewise carried the imprisoned demon goddesses, bowed their heads, and departed.
My personal divine temple is directly connected to me through spirit, so there won’t be any control issues.
Only he and the female Transcendents remained in the audience chamber. Now that the imprisoned goddesses—stronger than themselves—had been completely subdued and taken away, the female Transcendents forced awkward smiles as they looked at him. They finally understood that he was a being of a different caliber.
If he can mass-produce Supreme Goddesses and Demon Goddesses and control their every movement, then he is no longer a Main God—he is a Creator God.
They had also attacked the Dimensional and War God without provocation earlier. Above all, their owner was now him.
They are Middle World Transcendents who contributed greatly—nay, committed treason—toward the formation of the Demon God Star. As a Main God of the divine race, I can deal with them however I please without any problem.
He smiled brightly once more.
“You were the ones who attacked me without warning, weren’t you? You know that attacking a Main God of Light whose karma is ‘Extreme Good’ constitutes ‘Evil’ karma, don’t you? No matter what price I make you pay, there will be no harm to me. However, I am a generous god. The complete subordination conditions are exactly the same as those I offered the gods and demon goddesses just now. Your egos? What will you do?”
“……”
“……”
The faces of the female Transcendents turned completely white. Unlike gods and demon goddesses who ruled and dominated, Middle World Transcendents valued free will. Moreover, before becoming the Demon God Star, they had enjoyed the status of Sage Gods in the Middle World. Wielding absolute power, they had even defeated gods and demon goddesses who could only use a fraction of their strength upon descending to the Middle World. Of course, the moment they fully transformed into the Demon God Star and the power restrictions on demon gods disappeared, they had been utterly defeated.
This is bad! This Main God truly wants complete subordination.
If we’re not careful, we’ll be bound forever.
The female Transcendents exchanged glances, but there was no solution. This Main God, whose divine power was lacking but whose authority reached Creator God level, desired complete subordination.
He is a powerhouse who single-handedly defeated a Main God of the Substitute Gods, and the Middle World’s power restrictions don’t apply to him.
Even if we escape to the Middle World and hide, we won’t stand a chance.
Contracting with such a being might truly mean eternal subordination. Every opinion that emerged was despairing. Furthermore, attacking a Main God of Light whose karma was ‘Extreme Good’ without reason meant they could not even hope for the protection of karma as the weak. Currently, the female Transcendents’ karma was in a precarious state, teetering between neutral and evil because they had contributed to transforming their Main God Star into the Demon God Star.
We don’t have enough karma. Against an Extreme Good Main God, we can’t even hope for a stroke of luck.
There was no way to improve their karma through their own efforts. They hadn’t desperately protected Middle World lives from the demon race’s crude management, so they had nearly been judged as ‘Extreme Evil’ already.
Yet in this contradictory situation, their hearts fluttered at the sight of the Main God’s impossibly beautiful and adorable divine youth form as he mercilessly demanded complete subordination.
Wh… what should we do?
M… maybe it wouldn’t be so bad…