Chapter 525 – The Goddess Learned Something Good.

Roman opened his eyes after roughly understanding the identity of the feeling of heterogeneity.

And right next to it.

I see the goddess sitting on the bed.

“···.”

In short, how should we describe the appearance of the goddess now?

Okay. She looked like a woman obsessed with a psychotic stalker.

A body shaking out of control, a gaze unable to remain still due to anxiety, and wings repeatedly folding and unfolding.

Various body movements combined to express negative emotions, unable to hide them.

If you don’t open the image and ignore it, that man won’t be able to invade.

A person who was born as a creator would not have the strength to forcibly break through and enter.

Even if you do that, if you enter without permission, you, the owner of the image, will have to kick it out.

But is the power of Gleipnir, residing in the gap between the sealed dimensions, immortal?

She, the goddess herself, would live eternally, and the creator of Pandemonium would also live eternally.

If we avoid it like this, isn’t it inevitable that we will encounter it someday?

The other person is roughing up the image and conjuring up an ominous future just by pretending to be popular.

It presents fear accumulated through experience.

It reminds me of the fear of being pushed to the edge of a cliff and about to have everything taken away.

“Haa…! Haa…!”

Roman collapsed in front of the goddess, who was breathing heavily.

“Goddess.”

“···.”

“Goddess.”

“···.”

A voice heard in the goddess’ ears.

It was so strong that it reminded me of the unwavering earth.

Her head slowly lifted as she looked at the floor and let out a shaky breath.

Roman is captured in the blue eyes that wave like waves.

Confidence that one is being seen.

Roman smiled and spoke softly.

“It’s okay.”

“Ugh…”

“Don’t worry.”

“···.”

Nonsensical words. The goddess does not know what is okay and what is not to worry.

Nevertheless, the tremors subside and breathing returns.

The goddess reached out her trembling hand and unconsciously grabbed Roman’s collar tightly.

Roman did not avoid her, but instead made eye contact and showed her the way.

“Slow down, take a long breath.”

“Huh…”

“Exhale.”

“Whew…”

“Take another big breath.”

A spirit that is filled with anxiety and fear and cannot walk alone follows Roman’s guidance and instructions.

Broken breathing is just a result of confused consciousness. Reversing this doesn’t mean much to the transcendent.

What is actually helpful is the right direction and a doctor who wants to help, with no malicious intent.

Thanks to that, the goddess quickly found stability.

“It’s okay now… I guess I showed my ugly side…”

The goddess let go of Roman’s clothes and let out an excited voice.

Without saying anything, Roman glanced at the ceiling and asked the goddess.

“There is a peculiar odor. Is this what I think is trying to set foot here?”

“···That’s right.”

The goddess tried again to maintain the solemn attitude of her creator, but she was unable to do so.

It is an immutable fact that Roman showed an untrustworthy and weak side.

“I guess they came here because they blocked the gap with a crow.”

“If I had left it like that for a few decades, I would have gotten tired of my own efforts and leisurely devoured the dimension, but since it was in vain… I would be dissatisfied with the expectations that had become bubbles.”

Even though there is no response from here, he is forcing himself to come in and is not leaving.

He seems certain that there is a goddess in his image.

“Is this the first time that guy comes to visit?”

“It’s true that this is the first time we’ve tried to make contact since the gap was closed. The place we first met in the first place wasn’t even an image…”

“I see.”

Roman stood up, brushed his hair back and thought about it.

‘···If it’s like this, I’ll come back even if I go back.’

It was a vague feeling that the other person was obsessed with something bad.

The goddess must feel this more clearly than Roman.

“Goddess.”

“···Speak.”

“Is that guy strong?”

Because it was clear what Roman was trying to do as he clenched and opened his large, scar-covered hand.

The goddess spoke hesitantly.

“···Well, it’s okay if you just ignore it, so don’t worry about it! It’s not good to get into trouble with that wicked guy.”

“Didn’t I promise you before? If I get the chance, I’ll blow off your head.”

“···.”

“Promises to the transcendent are like bondage, so please help us. We don’t even know each other, but Chuck has already lost his fight.”

Seeing her unwillingness to back down, the goddess swallowed her saliva and searched for memories of her past.

He is the creator of many transcendents who rule under him and whose snake-like tongue is a weapon.

Compared to the martial spirit, the power of the main body is like a fight between a whale and a minnow.

“Transcendants born for the purpose of creation have nothing to do with force. There may be some power that accumulates incidentally over time…”

“It’s probably not as good as Martial God.”

“It is absolutely impossible for him to have that level of power.”

The goddess replied that she was certain of this.

It is said that Musin has the power to destroy Pandemonium with just one person.

“What do you think are the chances of me killing that guy here?”

“That’s impossible.”

Roman remained calm at the goddess’ immediate answer.

If you add up your life, you will have more moments of encountering and overcoming powerful opponents than of fighting the weak.

Looking at Roman’s calm face, the goddess continued her story.

“I’m not talking about strength or skill.”

“Are there any other problems?”

“This guy is most likely a mental body. There is no way a guy who cares about his own safety would bring his body here.”

“Ah, I understand.”

It is said that she did so when she first approached the goddess.

‘The main body is probably hiding somewhere in Pandemonium or in one’s own mind.’

Roman, who is now in the image of the goddess, is a physical body.

When sparring with the martial spirit, it is the mental body that enters the pure white image through meditation.

The person outside is in that state. Even if he dies, he will only receive a mental shock, but if he endures it, he will not die.

In that way, each has its own characteristics and pros and cons, but in the end, it is certain that directly handling the body brings out the highest level of power.

“Goddess. Now you can decide.”

“What…?”

“I think it’s not a bad idea to wait for him to leave like this. If he continues to not respond, he might step down.”

“···.”

Is that really the case?

Is that guy just going to step down because there is no response? The goddess would know that better than Roman.

“On the other hand, if he gets into trouble through forceful methods, he may come back more often.”

“I guess so…”

“But there are ways to avoid it and there are also advantages.”

“···?”

“Even if he comes to visit me, there won’t be any problem if I just avoid him in my thoughts.”

The goddess blinked.

If only Roman were allowed to enter, would he be able to do anything?

“Then… What are the advantages of using force?”

Roman raised his eyebrows at the cautious question.

“It’s simple. It feels good to see your face shattered.”

Here, the choice was up to the goddess.

*****

The creator of Pandemonium is called a demon god in his world.

I really like the sound of a two-letter theme. I like it more than the true name given to the Creator.

“···.”

Click. The demon god, who habitually pushed up his glasses, glared at the tightly closed image of the goddess.

At this point, the weak goddess could have opened it, but she couldn’t.

‘I thought it would be solved easily… But it turned out to be unexpected.’

As her creator, deceiving the foolish and idealistic goddess was easier than breaking the wrist of her newborn child.

She was going well and didn’t expect this to happen.

‘I have face, but I can’t let this go.’

Although it is not as good as Baal or Amon, Malphas is also a crow that he favors and raises with care.

Use that corpse to unilaterally block the dimension? This is nothing short of a clear provocation.

Thud! Thud! Boom!

How many times did the demon god apply pressure with his shoe?

A change occurred in my image and the entrance began to open.

‘Of course.’

In the end, I couldn’t bear it.

She thought that if she didn’t step down, she would achieve results.

“Hmm.”

Before entering the open gap, the demon god adjusted his suit that covered his slim body.

She stepped into her gap.

As soon as you rush in, what comes into the Demon God’s field of vision is a refreshing green forest.

For a very short moment, the demon’s face crumpled.

‘The good energy reminds me of paradise, and it’s disgusting.’

The small animals running around wildly around were very annoying.

The goddess standing next to a large tree and looking at herself with axe eyes was the priority.

‘Has your outfit changed a little?’

Unlike when we first met, there was a cloth covering her mouth.

Since she was fooled once, it might be her own decision to be careful about what she says.

When most creators are deceived, they often act like they’ve been tricked. It was a painting I had seen so commonly up to this point that I read it right away.

“Goddess. It’s been a while.”

“···.”

I was used to the other person not receiving a greeting.

The corners of her mouth quirked up, as this was a reaction that fell into the category of expectations.

‘Anger. Plus fear. It must have been quite a difficult time.’

Contrary to her fierce gaze, the goddess feels fear in herself.

‘He showed unexpected defiance…’

This Creator is no different from others.

Feeling her reassuring familiarity, the demon god slowly approached the goddess.

“Since you let me in, please at least say something.”

“···.”

“If you don’t communicate, there will be no progress in your relationship. Do you have any difficulties managing the dimensions?”

“You…!”

The voice of a goddess bubbling with hot emotions.

Ah, this is the style of getting angry and saying you fooled yourself.

The Demon God, who became happy again, smiled and took a step closer.

“If you have something to say, please say it properly.”

“···You are irredeemable trash.”

“In Pandemonium, those words are considered a compliment.”

The goddess, who controlled her rising anger, recalled Roman’s words and her gestures.

This is a signal.

The goddess raised her right hand and made a strange hand shape.

She shouted.

“Joe, fuck you…!”

The moment when the devil smiled and tried to touch her glasses due to her incomprehensible attitude.

“?!”

Roman appeared from behind the tree and stretched out her fist.