Brina's Shocking Words and the Gods' Squabble

Brina's words sent a shock through the three gods. She spoke of Earth's potential doom as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Noticing ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my hardened expression, Brina flashed a grin and continued reassuringly.

"Of course, everything I mentioned applies only if Maha descends here in person. In truth, you could say the chances of that happening are practically zero. Even when I was with the Demon Army, only fragments of the Demon God were active, and the main body, Maha, had ceased activity long before I was even born."

I'd been listening with rapt interest to this first-time glimpse into the Tower's secrets, but her casual mention of Earth's annihilation sent a chill down my spine. And she claimed it wouldn't happen? Annoyed at this insolent onahole toying with her master, I pinched Brina's nipple hard.

"Who told you to scare your master like that, huh?"

"Haguk?!♥ S-Sorry~♥"

I toyed with her nipples until my anger subsided, finally releasing them only after Brina hit a light climax.

"So, what's the conclusion?"

"Hah, haa... The conclusion is that the dwarf race, ultimately unrecognized by the Tower, will pour all their technology and resources into Earth—the potential foundation of their new home. Hoo. Earthlings need to grow stronger to ensure their safety for as long as possible."

"Hm. So that dagger won't cause me any real trouble?"

"Probably not. Once they inspect the Tower's defenses, they'll find nothing amiss and chalk it up to coincidence."

"But you actually crossed over into an Earth dungeon like this."

Brina gave a wry smile at that.

"I was on the verge of death, unable even to resist the Tower's compulsion. Even if Master hadn't come, I likely would've died there. That's why the Tower didn't deem me a threat and summoned me into an Earth dungeon."

"But you didn't die—you became an onahole through my authority."

Brina had emerged from a dungeon warped by the Tower's system. From what she'd said, the Tower had summoned her into one, which meant even its system couldn't grasp everything. The fact that such crucial internal Tower info could be bypassed like this proved it.

"The Tower's gods aren't omnipotent. If they were, their world wouldn't have been destroyed by Maha, forcing them into the Tower."

"That's pretty shocking. I honestly thought the Tower's gods were the all-knowing, all-powerful kind."

I'd grown up believing they were the omnipotent, benevolent deities everyone imagined. Learning they weren't hit hard—especially after the dwarf god example showed they weren't purely benevolent either.

"Does Master's world have such omnipotent gods, then?"

"Nah, our world doesn't have any real gods like the Tower. If it did, wouldn't they have shown up during the dungeon outbreak? Half the world's population died in a week, and nothing. Safe to say there aren't any."

Memories from military indoctrination sessions flooded back. The sudden dungeons and monsters, the week-long massacre. Conventional weapons failed against mana-empowered foes, and humanity was slaughtered. In that catastrophe claiming nearly half the global population, people prayed to their gods—but none answered. Amid despair, the Tower appeared, saving humanity. Awakeners arose under its mana blessings, driving monsters back into dungeons. Those who led the charge founded superhuman nations worldwide. The New Daehan Republic was one, sustaining itself under quasi-wartime status for over twenty years since, all in the name of human survival. Old native faiths faded, replaced by Tower-god worship. In a world where sincere prayer could grant power and turn one into a priest, it was inevitable.

"Gods are beings beyond mortal comprehension. Perhaps Earth's gods exist but are bound by constraints preventing intervention."

"Maybe. But with gods who actually respond right here, does it matter?"

I wasn't particularly religious anyway. It just shattered my vague idealization of gods. That was it.

Not in the mood for a deep dive into religion with Brina, I pulled her into my arms and lay back on the bed.

"Hiyak?"

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While we'd talked, the lubricant Brina had squirted everywhere had dried, leaving the sheets fresh and crisp.

"Enough complicated talk. Time to sleep. I'm wiped from all that squirting."

"You came with such force, Master."

"Mm... Oh yeah, I'd collected enough semen to evolve her, right?"

100 hours? That was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠6,000 minutes. Even using the remaining 486mL after 1L for growth on acceleration would only shave off about 1,000 minutes. With endless ways to enjoy Brina still untapped, tying her up for the remaining 5,000 minutes—over three days—seemed wasteful. I decided to postpone the evolution.

'Feeding her semen potions again would waste points, and it'd still take over a day. Better to save Stage 5 for when I have enough semen to accelerate 99%.'

"Master? Are you evolving me?"

"Huh? Oh, no. Saving it for later. Let's just sleep."

As I drifted off with Brina cradled in my arms, she nestled obediently against me, resting her head on my chest.

"Snuuuff~ Haa~. Master's scent..."

She was straight-up sniffing my chest, but I pretended not to notice. Reacting would probably lead to another round, and I was genuinely exhausted.

Her skin felt as soft as downy bedding in my embrace. Holding her small, warm body lulled me toward sleep.

'Do onaholes even sleep?'

No point dwelling on it. I hugged her tight to keep her from slipping away and slowly fell asleep.

The realm where the Tower's gods resided. The three revered deities were bickering like children.

"Aphrodia! What the hell did you do to make that kid such a mess? He's completely drowned in lust!"

The goddess with sea-like waves of beautiful blue hair tore at her perfectly coiffed locks in fury.

"I can't even make out what he's saying anymore! His authority's already blocking interference—can't touch the status window. You should've gone easier! Argh, so annoying. All that nutrition went straight to your tits, huh? No wonder you're such a ditz."

With that, the blue-haired goddess jabbed at her opponent's ample breasts.

Not one to back down, the goddess of lust, Aphrodia, with her pale pink hair cascading to her calves, thrust her chest forward and yelled back.

"Says the goddess of observation with fewer believers than the goddess of mercy. No impact at all. And with those flat tits, no wonder you're so hysterical—unpopular with the faithful too."

"It's the goddess of observation, not mercy!"

Siderius, the goddess of observation, fumed, but Aphrodia ignored her, pressing a finger into the shorter goddess's forehead.

"And watch your words. Manipulating his mind to amp up lust was our orders, right? Don't pin it on me. Plus, tampering with perception and morality on a mortal with authority—without causing dissonance—is no easy feat. No wonder your chest is so tiny with that narrow ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠mind."

"Grrr...! It's not tiny!!"

As Siderius lunged in rage, another god intervened.

Clank—

"Aphrodia, Siderius. Calm down, both of you."

A god clad head-to-toe in red-and-black armor, swords of every type strapped to their back, stepped between them.

"No fair, Brunhilde! She called me the mercy goddess again!"

Siderius clung to the sword goddess Brunhilde like a child, pointing accusingly at Aphrodia.

"Oh? Making it sound like I started it. Who was the hysterical one first? And it is the mercy goddess. Just yesterday, you were—"

"Eek! Eek! Eek! Brunhilde!"

"Haa. Enough, both of you."

Brunhilde sighed, stepping in as mediator with practiced ease.

"Aphrodia. Regardless, things have deviated from our intent. With direct interference on that mortal now impossible, the situation has gotten trickier."

"Ugh, who could've predicted he'd go that far off the rails? But seriously, what's with that human? How does a mortal have authority?"

"I don't know either. We're just following Her orders. And Aphrodia, stop teasing Siderius. Even if she's young, she's a fellow deity—misnaming her is rude."

"Fiiine~. I'll stop."

As Aphrodia made a placating gesture, Siderius stuck out her tongue from behind Brunhilde.

"Hmph, serves you right."

"Siderius. You weren't blameless either."

Siderius jumped in protest.

"Me?!"

"Aphrodia merely followed orders. The poor outcome is on all of us."

"Hah, but!"

Though her helm hid her face, Brunhilde gazed warmly at Siderius, stroking her head.

"I know you're scared of falling out of Her favor. But She is your mother. No parent discards their child. Trust Her more."

"...Yeah. Okay."

Calmed by the touch, Siderius quieted.

"Anyone'd think you were the mom, not Her, Brunhilde."

"She entrusted Siderius to me, so I care for her like a parent. You know all about that as the goddess of lust, Aphrodia."

"I'm not the goddess of family~ Ask the virgin goddess about parental love; she'd know."

Feeling Brunhilde's hand, Siderius pouted and muttered,

"...Old maid."

"What?!"

"Haa."

As they started up again, Brunhilde felt a headache coming on.

'They're so dignified at work, but off-duty...'

Feeling like a beleaguered babysitter, Brunhilde stepped in once more to separate them.