Chapter 75
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 75
Chapter Title: Black-Haired Goddess, Adelin
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Whoa, Jae-hyeok!!
Beljaria's doing great!
"Ugh... Even stripped of your divinity, you're nothing but a half-baked failure!"
"So?"
Beljaria twisted the blade buried in her shoulder even deeper.
"Guh!"
"You might not get it, you thieving bitch, but we don't need powers or anything. Hipeia and I are strong. Strong enough to achieve great feats and become goddesses."
She was right.
The combat techniques dwelling in Beljaria's body felt even sharper than before.
"I know that...! I know how amazing you all are!"
The Black-Haired Goddess writhed on the ground where she'd been slammed.
"So just toss those damn powers my way and go live your own lives, why don't you?!"
"Those damn powers?"
I'd never seen Beljaria's eyes blaze like that. Her angry breaths seemed audible.
"Before I became a goddess, I found no value in any of the lives I took. The only thing that gives them meaning is the fact that I became a goddess!
Did you think I'd hand over that divinity to you without meaning?"
"That's why I stole it. I knew you wouldn't give it up!"
I couldn't butt in. That was my thought right at that moment.
Beljaria raised her gleaming blade and murmured quietly.
"Shall I start by slicing off that tongue of yours?"
"Stealing divinity like that won't bring it back. Not your friend's either! You cool with that?"
"Arms it is, then."
She slashed here, slashed there.
While she was sizing her up like that, I couldn't hold back anymore and charged in.
"W-Wait. Leave it to Belja. You idiot!"
Hipeia tried to grab me, but I couldn't stand it.
"Hold on, Belja. Let's hear her out."
"Who knows what this one's scheming from behind. With trash like her."
Please!!
I stared at her like that, and Belja's resolve softened as she bowed her head.
"Sigh. You must have some unfinished business with this goddess too."
"...Right now, you ought to be grateful to her. If she'd killed me, the elves would've been massacred too."
Beljaria yanked the chains, pulling the Black-Haired Goddess right up to her face, then seized her by the throat.
"Guhk."
"And?"
"H-Hahk. You think my Valquenians are few in number?"
"..."
"Dozens of Valquenians are zeroed in on the elf village. They'll wipe it out. Unless you let me go!"
The hostage threat I'd half-expected! Hipeia went wide-eyed in shock.
"What!?"
But the truly terrifying part was that Beljaria's killing intent didn't waver.
Her grip on the throat tightened more and more. To the point where it seemed her neck might snap right off.
"So?"
"W-Wait! Belja!!"
Hipeia, who'd held me back, sprang forward like a coiled spring.
"Usurper, what nonsense is that? The elf village is protected by the World Tree's barrier!"
"Guh, guh."
"Bluff. That attack can't pierce the World Tree's protection."
"Th-The authority... of silence."
"!"
Belja released her grip upon hearing that.
"Cough! Cough!"
The Black-Haired Goddess, collapsed forward, spat out her words.
"The World Tree's protection has gone silent. No barrier can shield the elf village...! My Valquenians will slaughter them all!"
"...Why? Why do something like that?"
Hipeia asked in bewilderment.
"I... I need your divinity."
"..."
In that moment when the two goddesses fell silent before the usurper's madness.
"Sheesh. My turn's taking forever."
I finally faced the Black-Haired Goddess.
"Hey. Long time no see."
She looked a bit pitiful, down on her knees after getting thoroughly worked over by our Belja.
I squatted down to meet her eyes, and she looked away.
"...Hmph."
"How's it feel seeing the guy you discarded still kicking!?"
"Not much. Even you surviving was part of my plan."
"Nah? Me being alive right now is 'cause I fought like hell to survive."
Fwew...
I finally voiced what I'd held back all this time.
"Did I look like I was having fun... wearing this tights suit...?"
"...You looked like you were."
"I didn't even know myself. How much you'd have to give up as a human!!"
"Y-You're seriously saying pathetic crap like that right now? The elves might all die!"
Hipeia urged me on, but I raised a hand to cut her off.
"No."
"?"
"The elf village is fine."
"What... did you say?"
Surprised?
But from my perspective, it was obvious.
"What do you think a guy's supposed to do when heading to war? Evacuate his woman and kids, or kill them if it looks like they'll be captured and humiliated."
In this case, I'd gone with option one.
It wasn't just marathon sex last night—I'd held both of them close during pillow talk and instructed Kana.
Evacuate everyone in case the battle's fallout reached the elf village.
Belja let out an impressed "Oho" upon hearing that.
"Didn't expect you'd handle even that much."
"Praise me properly later."
"Don't make me laugh. You're... trash ruled by lust! I picked you as the perfect man for that divinity! And you expect the elves to blindly follow what a guy like you says and evacuate?"
"Man, you're saying stuff to your husband you shouldn't."
"Who's my husband!"
Aigoo, look at her throwing a fit.
Just the epitome of a sassy subculture goddess, strutting on her pretty face alone.
If she weren't pretty, honestly no reason to care, but I still remember this girl's pussy...
'Phew... Getting here was such a...'
It hadn't taken long objectively, but it felt like forever.
"Kana told me. The elf village's morale was low."
Hipeia flinched.
"Before you knew it, spending so much time glued to your friend Beljaria meant the village was already heavily reliant on human culture."
From my own experience, natural-born elves in this world were probably a tiny minority.
Having lived in an elf home, from the food they ate to the smallest furniture, human hands had touched nearly everything.
"Reinforcing the barriers while kicking me out cut off that cultural exchange, sparking a backlash."
"So the elves evacuated?"
"Told ya."
You think I'd let my wife's village get swept up in battle without evacuating?
Plus, look around.
The aftermath of Hipeia's fight had already wrecked the surrounding land.
If they'd picked that ground for farming, no need to till it now—it's all churned up.
If they'd fought till B.O.B. hit max, it'd have been a sight.
"Your hostage play for survival's fizzled out too. What's next?"
Beljaria asked coldly.
The Black-Haired Goddess was truly cornered.
Her eyes trembled, breaths ragged, slender shoulders heaving.
"Didn't expect a backstab from some clown in ridiculous tights, huh?"
"...Kuh...!!"
"Give Beljaria's divinity back. Hand over the weapon you just stole too."
I hadn't known.
That Beljaria was reclaiming her divinity with such resolve.
So that came first.
"I refuse."
"What were you even planning to do alone? No one's coming to help. I've already got two goddesses lined up as bride candidates!"
"Me?"
Hipeia pointed at herself, staring at me in disbelief.
"When did I become your bride candidate helper?"
"This usurper talked big about opposing the Creation Goddess Premia. Gotta give her points for big dreams."
Belja snickered.
"The Primoris Hierarchy caps at 10. Even among Nomenz, achievement goddesses like Hipeia and me top out at 3."
"So no authority works on the Creation Goddess?"
"All those authorities come from her in the first place. No way they'd work."
So even the pussy orgasm n-fold multipliers and rape skills I spam are all derived from Premia's power.
Same source as divine authorities. Knew that, but still.
"Even stealing all sorts of authorities, this one's barely rank 3. Her picking a fight with Premia? Laughable."
"Shut up. You know nothing."
It was natural for Beljaria to look down on the Black-Haired Goddess.
She'd stolen her power and spouted nonsense for some absurd goal, only to get caught sloppily.
To Beljaria from the old kingdom days, her clumsiness probably seemed childish.
But my eyes saw something else.
A fury-driven emotion.
"Won't give it back? Then you die. Or worse than dying. Look how pissed Beljaria is."
"..."
"Still no?"
"You think a mortal like you gets to talk to a goddess like me?"
"Yeah. We had sex."
I recalled that day.
"You liked it too, right?"
"Wh-Who said."
"You came in your womb multiple times!!"
I did everything for her!
Pounded that orgasming pussy hard!
Eh? We could've swapped numbers, met up again next day!
"Scoot over a sec. Let me talk to her."
"What if she bolts when you're alone with her."
Belja said in exasperation.
"It's fine. Just talking."
"..."
Shh.
Hipeia and Belja stepped back. Finally alone, we could talk.
"H-How dare you... How dare you humiliate a goddess like this..."
"Huh?"
"..."
Ha ha.
Here I thought she was some final boss, but this frailty.
Wary it might be an act, I still stated why I'd started this.
"Why didn't you just say it? That you needed my help."
"Who'd admit to needing something like that? Perfect bait to get marked by the goddesses."
"True. Doesn't seem like you'd volunteer. What was so worth buying everyone's hatred?"
"...Kill me. You must hate me enough to come this far."
"Nah, don't hate you that much."
"What?"
This time the goddess looked up at me in confusion.
"Don't remember what I said when you dropped me?"
"...Don't remember. Something like I'd kill you?"
"...Brain bleach much. I didn't say anything that harsh!! Ahem. Listen up. What I said back then was..."
I couldn't help but chuckle at how ridiculous even I found this.
"I asked for one more time."
"...Huh?"
"'Cause sex with you was great! I begged for one more round. Hell, who banishes after just once?"
The goddess was at a loss.
"Y-You're insane? Perverted bastard..."
"Perverted? We clicked and fucked!! Why not give me seconds!"
"You... don't hate me?"
"Kinda annoyed you wouldn't even tell your first man your name."
"..."
Yeah.
That was always my gripe.
Why not one more time? We were good!
"You're a real psycho, huh? That's what you wanna say here? Not curious about going back or ditching that suit?"
"That's small fry compared to us meeting."
A man who couldn't forget his first night. And a goddess with beautiful black hair...
The poetic harmony should've had a moonlit backdrop.
But these two looked utterly ridiculous.
One bleeding, one a full-body white Semen Human.
And no moonlit night—just harsh daylight. Wreckage everywhere.
"Bit twisted, but wanna start over from the beginning? What's your name?"
"...How dare you, to a goddess."
Even her 'how dare you, to a goddess' trembled.
She was already pretty broken.
Damn. How scary had Belja been?
"Might I inquire what goddess you are?!"
"..."
The Black-Haired Goddess clutched her shoulder wound, glaring at me as she spoke.
"Adelin."