Chapter 47
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 47
Chapter Title: Black-Haired Goddess, and the White Thing
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"A trash heap driven only by lust, but surprisingly useful all the same."
The Black-Haired Goddess smiled.
In the room where everyone else had collapsed, she alone remained.
Velzaria had also been raped by Semen Man and lay sprawled out, unconscious.
The mysterious black-haired goddess with her long straight hair draped down.
She looked utterly different from when Semen Man had first seen her. This was probably closer to her true form as a goddess.
Her mischievous smile harbored a lurking darkness, as if she were about to unleash something dangerous.
The woman had eyes that gleamed like ripe peaches.
"Well then..."
She leaned down and reached out toward Velzaria's halo.
"Wh-who are you!"
At that moment, Velzaria sprang up like a coiled spring and snatched the black dagger that had fallen to the floor.
Even the Black-Haired Goddess seemed slightly startled by the slippery, fluid motion across the ground.
Velzaria crouched low like a cat poised to pounce on its prey, ass raised and head down, dagger clenched in her teeth as she waited for an opening.
The Black-Haired Goddess sneered.
"You had the strength to get up in that state?"
The words "that state" made Velzaria's pussy tingle.
Every movement triggering a pussy orgasm had caused more severe status debuffs than she'd imagined.
And yet, she hadn't lost her focus.
Velzaria's eyes shone brightly.
"You're the one who gave that man the dangerous divine artifact!"
"Do you know who I am?"
"I don't need to see it to know."
A new halo appeared above the Black-Haired Goddess's head.
At a glance, it looked like an ordinary ring, but it had one crucial difference from the other goddesses' halos.
Black. The halo glowed black.
Realizing what that meant, Velzaria shuddered.
"Predictable in a situation like this, right?"
"You usurper!"
"Holding back my power was strategic. I realized there was a third party behind the sneak attack."
Of course, at the time, Velzaria had thought it was just "another of Semen Man's traps," leaving her scrambling to respond.
The possibility of another goddess lurking nearby had been only about fifty percent suspicion.
"But you burned through more than expected, didn't you, Miss Velzaria?"
It had started as mere suspicion.
Was it really a coincidence for a human forcibly dressed in something like that to wander nearby?
Velzaria's mind, honed by a lifetime in a world rife with slander, intrigue, and plots, turned quickly.
Someone stood to gain from this fight at this very moment.
She hadn't expected it to be another goddess.
"Planning to use that monstrosity like a hunting dog? A mere usurper like you is biting off more than she can chew..."
"Bite off more? Who's saying anything about chewing? I'd prefer if it couldn't be contained at all."
The Black-Haired Goddess twisted her lips without fully revealing her face.
A suppressed rage, aching to shatter everything, seeped through.
"Until it rapes Premia..."
"You..."
A chill ran down her spine.
The Supreme Goddess wasn't revered by the other goddesses simply for holding a fancy title like a human king or emperor.
They feared Premia because she truly wielded the power of the Creation Goddess.
She was the goddess who had first shaped this world.
Excluding the primordial deities, the only being with divinity rivaling Premia's was Dragon King Nimyuel.
'She's plotting to dethrone the Supreme Goddess.'
"That's why I owe you thanks. Your Silence Authority was absolutely necessary."
The Black-Haired Goddess revealed a fragment of the halo clutched in her hand.
Velzaria had thought she'd dodged it, but it had already been taken.
"You scheming bitch."
"You, who's lurked in the underworld your whole life, saying that to me?"
In this situation, Velzaria's path to victory lay in sealing the opponent's authority with Silence and ending it in a short burst of combat.
But the situation had already concluded.
Yet fighting spirit didn't fade from Velzaria's eyes.
"Yeah. In my experience, I've met plenty like you."
"Like me?"
"The types who gloat in the shadows as everything goes according to plan. Schemers like that all met bad ends."
"Ah, come on. Really. Has retirement dulled your brain, Miss Velzaria?"
The black halo glowed.
Velzaria lunged faster, propelled by raw physical power alone.
And in the next instant, it was over.
"Guh, ack!!"
Velzaria spat blood and rolled across the floor.
Something too fast for the eye to follow had struck her body.
The Black-Haired Goddess looked down at her quietly.
"No one schemed any plans. I just unleashed a mad dog to tear everything apart."
Velzaria sensed the end.
She didn't even have the strength to twitch a finger.
"Farewell. It'd be a pity for you to end up as a corpse in that state, so I'll erase you properly..."
Whether to call that mercy made Velzaria chuckle.
It was the day she'd suffered consecutive defeats for the first time in her life. In truth, fights defined by clear victory or defeat had rarely been her main stage.
She'd thought herself beyond death's reach.
'That complacency might have dulled me.'
Her body might be fit, but perhaps her mind had grown soft with flab. Lost in regret, that's when...
"?"
Someone blocked the Black-Haired Goddess's attack.
A sharp metallic clang rang out.
Kaang!
It became clear a second later that it was the sound of parrying the strike.
Kwaaaang!
The ceiling exploded, and debris rained down from the mansion.
'She blocked it!? A Valkenian of divine rank 3!'
The Black-Haired Goddess tensed up.
The man standing tall before Velzaria's eyes.
"Who the hell are you?"
"And you?"
Velzaria looked up in shock too.
There was no way he could stand in this situation.
All the goddesses present had thought the same.
He'd taken an authority-infused blow head-on that had knocked out a goddess, and yet this man—still only novice in divinity—stood on his own two feet.
"...What the hell is that?"
The Black-Haired Goddess instinctively backed away, sensing a threat.
The figure standing protectively in front of Velzaria was the man in white tights, Semen Man, but he was unconscious.
If he'd had the mental fortitude to speak, he'd have been yammering nonstop.
What stood before them now was similar yet different.
Like a "beast," if anything.
Even the face exposed by the tights was covered in white fluid, evoking a mask.
Behind it, black hair-like strands extended down to his waist in a wild mane.
His muscles bulged and rippled across his entire body, transformed into something ferociously powerful beyond comparison to before.
An eeriness that instilled fear even in a goddess.
His current form lost all humor the moment his facial expressions vanished.
From the suit, which restrained human emotions, emanated only the inorganic drive to fulfill its purpose.
"...In that case, I'll kill this woman first."
The Black-Haired Goddess gestured.
An invisible blade flew toward the fallen Nerisa.
A light attack to test how far the beast's instincts would react.
Kang!!!
The white beast scattered her black hair as it parried the invisible blade.
'Bare-handed!'
Kwaaaang!!
A massive hole blew open in the wall, revealing the sky.
The Black-Haired Goddess hurriedly assumed a combat stance.
Faster still, the white beast charged.
An unimaginably heavy kick.
"Guh!?!?"
Only after being smashed into the wall with enough force to shatter it did the Black-Haired Goddess realize something was wrong.
'Y-you're too strong. What the hell is that thing!!'
"...You're that guy from earlier, aren't you?"
Velzaria asked in astonishment too.
Far too terrifying for a ridiculous nickname like Semen Man.
Fierce bestial ferocity.
Movements dictated purely by instinct.
Yet the beast didn't pursue the Black-Haired Goddess's opening. Instead, it returned to Velzaria and Nerisa's side.
"Ah, I see... It only protects. That was close, really..."
The Black-Haired Goddess wiped cold sweat as she emerged from the debris.
"I wanted an uncontainable bastard, but what the hell did Premia create...?"
"......"
From Velzaria's perspective, it wasn't a situation to simply rejoice at surviving.
The white beast might turn on her and trample her at any moment.
If that happened, she'd be as good as dead.
She didn't even understand the principle behind its protection.
"My guess? It's instinct to protect its own mate. Be happy, Miss Velzaria."
"Ugh...! What nonsense."
Its own mate.
Velzaria recoiled at the thought of herself lumped into that category, but...
She could tell the white beast's consciousness was focused on her and Nerisa's safety.
'F-for real? This white thing! Treating a woman he just fucked like his wife.'
"Fine. An unexpected bonus, I suppose. I've got the authority, so I'm out. Enjoy your honeymoon with it, Miss Velz."
"Kuh, you thief bitch! Stop right there!"
"Hmph, be grateful you survived. Thanks to that mongrel."
Velzaria staggered to her feet, trying to chase after her to reclaim her authority.
Then.
The white beast wrapped an arm around her waist.
As if to restrain her.
"Y-you..."
Even a beast knew.
Now's not the time.
Velzaria realized she'd lost her reason for a moment and bowed her head in reflection.
"......"
More than that, a new emotion stirred in Velzaria.
It had been an intensely vivid experience, in many ways.
The solid strength in the man's arm filled the void of losing her divinity—in reverse.
'...Protected and thrilled? Ridiculous. I've never been close to anything like that...'
The fluid covering the beast's face receded, and as its power faded, it reverted to Semen Man's form.
The black hair vanished without a trace.
Stagger.
"Eut! Hey..."
Without thinking, Velzaria caught the collapsing Semen Man and held him tight.
'This is awkward...'
In this case, whether to kill Semen Man or Nerisa—
their fates rested on Velzaria's choice,
but she felt no desire to make one.
The situation had become hopelessly ambiguous.
To think she'd owe her life to this vulgar man.
Looking at Jae-hyeok's innocent sleeping face, Velzaria let out a resigned sigh.
"...You've earned your life too. In more ways than one."