Chapter 4: Enslaving The Goddess (1)
"Well, let's say I believe you. I'm currently in a great pinch because of my stats so can you do me a favor?"
"A favor?" Khione's gaze held an inquisitive spark.
"Yes," I affirmed, maintaining a safe distance as I walked around, wary of the divine aura she emanated.
Let's just say it was a safe distance to keep.
Khione observed my movements with her piercing, icy blue eyes.
"You're a Goddess, so I thought perhaps you could provide me with other powerful Skill Books, as mentioned earlier," I began. "Or even better, equip me with magic weapons and armor for protection. As you've seen, my Main Skill is merely E-Ranked. I wouldn't last long with such a Skill. Strengthening me would benefit both myself and your cause."
"Our cause?" Khione's expression genuinely reflected confusion.
"Well, yes," I nodded. "If I become stronger, it would undoubtedly aid all of you, wouldn't it? You're aiming to defeat a Demon King. It's wise to gather more allies, especially when I'm a Hero from another world."
"That's an interesting perspective," Khione mused, placing a finger to her chin in acknowledgment.
But I could sense the undertone of mockery in her gesture.
"In that case, I suppose I'll receive a powerful Skill Book and weapon?" I suggested, a satisfied smile playing on my lips. "An SSS-Ranked Skill would be ideal, along with the finest weapon from your arsenal. After all, I did ask first, so priority should be given to me," I stated matter-of-factly.
"You raise a valid point, Hero Nathan. But why should I waste valuable resources on an E-Ranked Hero when there are more talented individuals?" Khione questioned, her tone carrying a hint of coldness.
"Waste? I thought I held as much value as the other Heroes. It's disheartening to hear otherwise from such a lovely Goddess," I sighed, feigning disappointment.
There was a brief silence before Khione's countenance turned cold, a divine aura beginning to radiate from her as the ground beneath us started to freeze.
"You should depart, Hero Nathan. Your companions await," she stated icily.
"Unfortunately, I have no comrades who genuinely care about me, so that statement is untrue," I retorted, taking a cautious step back.
Khione's icy gaze seemed to pierce through me.
"Is that a refusal?" I pressed, my voice steady despite the chill in the air.
She didn't bother responding.
Was this how insignificant I appeared to her, this Goddess of ice and indifference?
Let's start then.
I first decided to transfer all my remaining status points to my Luck stat, leaving only one point in each of the other stats.
BADOOM!
A wave of weakness washed over me, my body shrinking, my face contorting, and my hair falling out in clumps. I struggled to remain standing, my vision blurred as I strained to see Khione's face through the haze of my deteriorating body.
"What are you doing..." Khione narrowed her eyes, clearly alarmed by my drastic action.
"Status. Convert fifty years of my lifetime into Status Points and allocate them all to my Luck stat," I managed to utter through the effort.
BADOOM!
My body grew even more emaciated, barely able to support itself. I could hardly see anything clearly now, but I could sense Khione's growing wariness.
New Status!
A blue screen appeared.
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[Nathan Parker]
Lvl 1
<Strength> 1
<Agility> 1
<Stamina> 1
<Mana> 1
<Vision> 1
<Luck> 10 543
<Charm> 1
SP: 0
Skills: [E-Rank: No-Name???]
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I might have a ugly grin right now.
But yeah I was happy just by seeing my luck stat.
If even with that much luck this Skill doesn't work, I might as well die here of exhaustion.
"E-Rank Skill activate!"
Description: E-Rank: No-Name???: allows the user to attempt copying any skill from another being. Success rates vary with skill rank: E-rank skills are guaranteed, while higher ranks decrease chances significantly. D-rank skills have a moderate success rate, C-rank lowers it further, and B-rank and above are exceptionally rare to copy. Users must weigh risks, as failure could result in wasted effort or consequences. Once copied, it cannot be undone!
As I engaged in this seemingly mundane conversation with Khione, I was actually carefully analyzing which Skill I desired. Even with my E-Ranked Skill, I could catch a glimpse of her formidable SSS-Ranked Skills.
Yet, what I truly sought lay beyond what Khione had mentioned.
[Divine-Rank: Forbidden Seal]
Allows the user to place a seal on a chosen Target. Once sealed, the Target is compelled to obey the User's commands. The User can also***********
I cut off the analysis there, refraining from delving further to avoid blatant cheating. However, the initial description was sufficient for my decision.
Copy Forbidden Seal.
My E-Ranked Seal began to glow.
Copy initializing...
Analyzing Divine-Rank Skill...
Processing possibilities...
I waited for a few seconds, relieved that Khione seemed oblivious to my actions. Despite being confused, she likely believed I posed no threat, given my E-Ranked Skill. And to be fair, that was a reasonable assumption.
But in that moment, she unwittingly lowered her guard.
Successfully acquired Divine-Rank Skill: Forbidden Seal!
When I saw the Forbidden Seal shining rainbow replacing the E-Ranked one, my lips twisted sadistically.
I ignored the long ass description and immediately aimed the Goddess in front of me.
"Divine Rank Skill: Forbidden Seal."
Khione, whose calm and icy gaze had been a constant until now, slowly widened her eyes in shock. Horror contorted her features, and she was about to utter a word when—
It was too late.
From the palm of my hand emerged a brilliant white seal, expanding steadily before her. Khione's body froze entirely; she couldn't move a muscle, lift a finger, or even speak.
Helpless, she could only watch in terror as the seal gradually shrank and entered her chest.
An invisible shockwave rippled through the air around us, leaving a heavy silence in its wake as Khione fell to her knees.
Her earlier confidence and composure vanished, replaced by sheer panic.
"No... no!" she managed to gasp out, her voice barely a whisper.
"Don't speak," I commanded, my voice carrying an authority I'd never felt before.
Khione tried to form words, but they failed to leave her lips.
"And don't use any Skills without my orders," I added, just to be safe.
With an effort, I dragged my frail, emaciated body in front of her, almost resembling a zombie in appearance.
Perhaps it was the twisted satisfaction in my smile or the unsettling visage I now presented, but Khione seemed utterly terrified of me.
Standing before her, I smirked, revealing my deteriorated, rotten teeth. "Making a Goddess kneel is quite an exhilarating feeling, wouldn't you say, Khione?"
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Chapter 5: Enslaving The Goddess (2)
"Making a Goddess kneel is quite an exhilarating feeling, wouldn't you say, Khione?"
With Khione rendered silent and immobile before me, I couldn't help but let out a groan of discomfort. The strain of exerting my newfound power was evident; my body ached, and standing felt like an arduous task.
I had known there would be consequences to my actions, but the reality was even harsher than I had anticipated.
However, I hadn't made the decision to sacrifice 50 years of my life on a whim. No, it was a calculated risk—one that I hoped would yield significant rewards in this fantasy world.
My plan was clear: by making a Goddess my servant, I could compel her to reveal all the secrets necessary to heal me and potentially find a way to reclaim the lost years I had sacrificed.
But before I could proceed, I needed to fully understand the extent of the Skill I had obtained.
I focused my attention on the complete description of the Forbidden Seal.
[Divine-Rank: Forbidden Seal]
Allows the user to place a seal on a chosen Target. Once sealed, the Target is compelled to obey the User's commands. Through this bond, the users can transfer their life essences, intertwining their fates. If the Master dies, the Slave will meet the same fate.
However, the success of this enslavement is not guaranteed. If the Target possesses greater strength and emotional resilience than the User, the bond may fail to take hold.
Once established, the Master and Slave influence each other on both mental and physical levels. They possess the ability to sense each other's presence and communicate telepathically.
Crucially, the Master holds complete control over the Slave, dictating their actions and decisions. The Master may choose to release the Forbidden Spell, severing all ties between them, but at the cost of shattering the bond entirely.
Next Seal: 0%
Very long but very instructive.
With my hand raised and aimed at Khione's head, I commanded, "Transfer her life essence, bit by bit."
"Aghn..." Khione groaned in agony as a radiant white aura escaped her body, surrounding and enveloping mine.
The sensation was beyond description. It felt as though I were being revitalized, rejuvenated, as if I were experiencing a resurrection of sorts, despite never having perished in the first place.
My entire being glowed with a brilliant white light as my desiccated flesh began to regain its vitality. Youth returned to my face, and my body gradually regained its strength and vigor. Limbs, chest, and torso—all parts of me were restored to their former glory.
All the while, Khione writhed below me, her pain evident in every groan.
It felt like cheating, or perhaps, I was just incredibly fortunate.
Soon enough, my hair began to sprout anew, and my teeth grew back, pristine and whole. My vision even improved beyond its previous state.
In that moment, I was restored to my original form, yet I found myself consumed by greed.
"More," I demanded.
"Aghn!" Khione's hands pressed against the ground as another wave of agony washed over her.
"Ah, yes!" I exulted, stretching out my arms to welcome Khione's essence as it merged with mine.
My hair turned a snowy white, and I could feel my body growing even stronger. However, I soon halted the transfer, feeling slightly overwhelmed by the infusion of Khione's divine essence.
"Status."
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[Nathan Parker]
Lvl 1
<Strength> 28
<Agility> 43
<Stamina> 29
<Mana> 500
<Vision> 100
<Luck> 10 543
<Charm> 20
SP: 0
Skills: [Divine-Rank: Forbidden Seal]
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This is better than I expected.
Truly better.
"Now, what should I do with you, Khione? You're utterly useless to me," I said coldly, my tone devoid of any sympathy.
Khione shot me a glare, her expression still holding onto a sliver of defiance, as befitting a Goddess.
"Perhaps I should just end you here and now," I mused aloud, watching as her facade crumbled, replaced by a mixture of fear and fury.
After a brief pause, I granted her the right to speak.
"You... you dare! I will end you! I am a Goddess!" Khione's voice thundered with rage, her curses aimed squarely at me.
Ignoring her tirade, I made my way toward one of the empty armors displayed as ornaments. Drawing the sword from its sheath, I turned and advanced toward Khione.
"Do you truly wish for death? I am a Goddess! This act of defiance will never be forgiven! The other Gods will smite you for your insolence!" she continued to protest, her voice trembling with fear beneath her bravado.
"I couldn't care less," I replied coldly, raising the sword menacingly in front of her face. "Prepare yourself for death."
"You...!" Khione quivered, but she was unable to move an inch.
With a cold resolve, I lifted the sword high, ready to deliver the final blow.
"NOOO!" Khione's cry echoed through the chamber, but to her astonishment, nothing happened.
When she opened her eyes, she found the sword hovering harmlessly next to her head.
"The next time, it won't hesitate to slice off your head, Goddess Khione. So, I'll ask you plainly: do you want to die?" I questioned, my gaze piercing as I looked down at her.
"No..." Khione's response was barely a whisper, her teeth clenched in frustration.
"The only path to preserving your life is by proving yourself useful to your master—me. Thanks to the Forbidden Seal, you are now my slave. Never forget that," I stated firmly, the weight of my threat hanging heavily in the air.
"I... I'll give you the Skill Books you desire, and weapons too!" Khione exclaimed, desperation creeping into her voice.
"Good, but for now, I require something else." I said looking at her body.
Khione's shock was palpable as she shook her head in disbelief. "Y-you can't!"
"Then you're of no use to me. Prepare to meet your end," I declared, raising the sword once more, poised to deliver the fatal blow.
"W-wait!" Khione interjected once more, desperation lacing her voice. "I am a Goddess! You are but a mere human! This shouldn't be happening! I can't—"
"Do I appear to care about such trivial rules, Khione?" I interrupted, tilting my head in mock curiosity.
Speechless, Khione stared at me as if I were some kind of deranged monster disguised in human form.
"I am... a Goddess... don't you understand?" she stammered, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and disbelief.
"What I understand, Khione, is that unless you give me what I want right now, you will meet your end," I replied sternly, pointing the sword at her neck.
Khione's lips quivered as she met my gaze, eventually lowering her head in submission for a full minute.
I waited patiently, knowing that while it would be regrettable to lose such a powerful entity, I would not hesitate to eliminate her if she refused to obey my commands. After all, having disobedient slaves would only lead to trouble in the future.
"Okay…"
"Whoat?" I barely heard a whisper.
Khione's voice, barely above a whisper, carried a weight of acceptance. "I... accept," she murmured.
"What do you accept?" I asked.
"I said, I accept!" Khione's tone turned sharp as she shot me a glare.
With a mischievous grin, I prodded further, "Say it, Khione. Confess that you accept to be fucked by me."
Khione nervously nibbled on her lip as she reluctantly confessed, "I... accept to be... f..fucked by you..."
The admission from a Goddess of divine beauty stirred something within me, a primal urge awakening.
"Excellent. Now, kneel upon that altar," I directed, careful not to use the Skill to foster a sense of trust between us.
Though hesitant, Khione obeyed, making her way to the altar and positioning herself on her knees. I sensed her apprehension, the fear of the unknown pulsating through her.
"Are you a virgin, Khione?" I asked, a smile playing on my lips.
Khione remained silent, her response unspoken.
"Answer me, Khione," I commanded, compelling her to speak.
"Y-yes," she reluctantly admitted, her face flushed with embarrassment.
Recognizing her purity, I resolved to proceed slowly, savoring each moment and honoring her innocence.
"Now, undress me," I instructed, guiding her hesitant, snow-white fingers to my trousers, relishing the delicate touch against my skin.
As her cold fingertips grazed my flesh, a shiver ran down my spine, a sensation I hadn't anticipated.
Oh, the exquisite beauty of her hands; I had never realized the allure of fingers until now.
This woman was certainly a Goddess.
Khione slowly removed my brief and…something bulged out in front of her face.
"!" Khione retreated her head in shock upon seeing my cock standing hard in front of her.
Now the fun begins.
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