Katherine held her wand in one hand, struggling to keep her body from swaying.
The tip of her wand spat out chaotic frost and lightning, repelling the believers who tried to close in.
Her breathing was as heavy as a bellows, her clothes in tatters, covered in soil, blood, and a green liquid emitting a faint scent of wheat.
Her signature long fiery-red hair was now a tangled mess.
A few damp strands clung tightly to her cheeks, which were smeared with sweat and dust, her eyes reflecting a mix of fatigue and vigilance.
"Damn it... is this exam even possible for a living person to pass?"
Ophelia pressed tightly against Katherine's back, holding two pitch-black daggers.
Each swing was precise and ruthless, like a viper's tongue, piercing through the believers who lunged forward in waves.
Her mage robes were equally shattered; her tight leather gear and black stockings had been torn in several places during the melee, revealing pale skin.
Her flesh was covered in purple bruises and jagged bloody gashes, yet her movements remained swift and lethal.
They hadn't failed to fight back during the hours of fierce combat; Katherine had poured out nearly every offensive and defensive spell she knew.
Spikes and blades of ice had briefly frozen the fanatical crowds, and searing bolts of lightning had once knocked several Priests to the ground.
Katherine had even gone as far as burning her own mental energy to force a massive illusion that distorted the very air.
Hundreds of phantom wizards appeared on the battlefield to confuse the enemy.
But every time the illusions faded, the cruelty of reality pressed back twofold.
Those believers knocked down by magic would rise again as long as they had a breath left, bolstered by divine power and charging with even greater madness.
The last spark in Katherine's mana circuit finally flickered out as a searing fireball exploded in her hand.
Leaving only the cold, lifeless touch of her wand's handle.
Ophelia's methods were more direct and bloody.
She was like a lone wolf weaving through a pack, flexible and deadly.
Her twin daggers were coated in a special blood magic; every time she slit a throat, she drew a sliver of life force to nourish herself, allowing her to endure longer.
In a single instant, surrounded by several Priests, Ophelia had moved at a speed the naked eye could barely track.
She severed the Achilles tendons and wrist ligaments of at least three Priests, rendering them completely combat-ineffective.
Her silhouette was like a ghost, several times using smoke screens and flash powder to create chaos and carve a blood-soaked path through the believers.
At one point, she even used blood as a medium to summon several ferocious blood-beasts to tear through the encirclement.
However, the divine power of this world seemed to possess an innate counter against "pollution."
Under the radiance of the holy light, every attack from the blood-beasts was worn away until they collapsed feebly, backfiring on Ophelia's already depleted stamina.
Ophelia's flanks, waist, and thighs were slashed in multiple places by the Priests' heavy blades.
Blood soaked through her tight leather outfit, yet her eyes still flashed with a wild light.
But that light was being slowly swallowed by a boundless despair.
The surrounding air was thick with the smell of blood, scorched earth, and a unique divine wheat fragrance.
They intertwined into a sickening, turbid atmosphere.
The ground beneath them had long been soaked in blood, mixing with the soil to become slippery and filthy.
The corpses of countless believers and Priests lay strewn about, but even more seemed to surge from the depths of the earth, drowning them again and again.
Every attack seemed only to trigger a more violent retaliation, causing their situation to worsen continuously.
"Katherine, let's retreat!"
"Fine... let's get out of here!"
Just as the two of them reached into their expansion pockets.
The entire world suddenly fell silent.
The charging believers, the arms raised with farm tools, the blades about to fall—all froze mid-air.
The fanatical roars ceased abruptly, replaced by low, ecstatic prayers and hymns, and even the sound of weeping in wild joy.
A soft yet majestic green light descended slowly from the heavens like a curtain.
This light was not the usual radiance of the sun or moon; it carried a pure, vibrant scent of golden wheat, warm and heavy.
At the center of the light, a figure slowly condensed.
It was a woman whose beauty defied description.
Her face was as perfect as the finest divine statue, her skin pale and delicate yet radiating a healthy, honeyed glow like freshly harvested grain.
A mass of hair, soft and fluffy like golden ears of wheat, was woven into complex braids.
It was adorned with crystal dewdrops and full heads of grain, falling naturally to her waist.
Her eyes were like clear lakes, or the most fertile soil, filled with mercy and abundance.
Yet now, that mercy carried a trace of unquestionable majesty and an indifferent scrutiny of "outsiders."
She wore a simple yet magnificent white linen robe.
The wide cuffs and hem were embroidered with countless patterns of wheat and vines in gold thread.
Her bare feet stepped lightly upon the void, her ankles adorned with chains made of jade and grain.
With every breath she took, several sprouts of tender green wheat visibly emerged from the scorched earth.
She was the incarnation of abundance, the source of life, the manifestation of this world's core laws—the Goddess of Harvest.
Her avatar had truly descended!
That invisible yet mountain-heavy pressure instantly enveloped Katherine and Ophelia.
The mana within them was forcibly suppressed under the Goddess's holy light without resistance, as if stripped of its vitality, unable to be channeled even a fraction.
An unprecedented sense of insignificance and awe for universal truths instantly crushed all their will to resist.
The Goddess's gaze, like clear spring water yet carrying an all-piercing indifference, fell straight onto the blood-soaked, struggling wizards.
She felt no anger, no pity—only a high-and-mighty scrutiny, as if looking at two pests that had blundered into a farm.
"Blasphemers."
The Goddess's voice was like countless grains of wheat sliding from a height, carrying the crispness and natural rhythm of grain, yet filled with irresistible holy will.
"You dare pollute my land and violate my people."
"You shall be judged by the laws of this realm, cast forever into the fertile soil to turn into nutrients and atone for your sins."
As the Goddess finished her words, a streak of incredibly pure green divine light, like a tangible rope, instantly spread from her palm.
It wound its way toward Katherine and Ophelia.
Everywhere the light passed, the air grew thick, space seemed to freeze, and one could even hear the subtle whimper of laws being twisted.
Katherine and Ophelia were now utterly powerless; they were exhausted to the core.
All the power they could muster had been thoroughly imprisoned the moment the Goddess descended...
"Hmm?"
The Goddess's originally composed expression suddenly froze.
The divine light in her palm, in a single instant, lost its stability and purity.
It began to tremble and flicker violently.
"Buzz..."
The holy green light became extremely unstable, like static on an old screen, flickering on and off at a visible rate.
Faint, pitch-black cracks that did not belong to this world could even be seen within it.
This was because Jerry's Forbidden Curse was brutally and directly uprooting the laws of this world!
As the incarnation of this world's laws, the Goddess of Harvest's very existence was being shaken!
Within those eyes usually filled with abundance and maternal love, a trace of pain and confusion now flickered.
Her flawless skin began to show microscopic cracks, like porcelain struck by a heavy blow.
It wasn't physical damage, but a stripping away at the level of laws—her connection to this world was being rudely severed.
The first to be affected was the Goddess's simple yet magnificent white linen robe.
The wheat and vine patterns embroidered in gold thread seemed to come alive, twisting and struggling on the surface of the garment.
The seams seemed to dissolve, emitting a subtle sizzle.
"Rrip!"
Accompanied by a sound longer and more ominous than tearing silk, the sleeve on the Goddess's left shoulder suddenly burst outward.
It turned into countless golden dust particles, dispersing into the air.
The exposed skin was like the finest white jade.
However, in this area, the slender golden braids of hair also became disheveled as the sleeve disintegrated.
A few strands of hair turned to fine sand and vanished in the wind.
Immediately after, the robe that was originally integrated with her divine body could no longer withstand the relentless erosion of Jerry's Forbidden Curse.
At the lapel, the exquisite embroidery of wheat and vines snapped as if struck by an invisible weight.
The structure of the robe was completely destroyed; it was no longer mere fabric, but a crystallization of divine power and laws, now collapsing.
"BOOM!"
The wide linen robe was suddenly propped open by an invisible force from the Goddess's chest down to her waist, tearing into two halves!
Like a thin shell being forcibly stripped away, the fragments drifted in the wind with a faint golden light.
This revealed even more of the Goddess of Harvest's holy and voluptuous body.
Her rich, life-filled breasts, white with a honey-colored glow, were now completely exposed to the air.
The twin peaks were rounded and perky, the cleavage between them deep, looking as if they contained the most primal mysteries of life.
A streak of tender-green holy light radiated from her body—not from shame, but as divine power struggled to repair the "fissures" caused by the law-collapse, trying to maintain her holy form.
However, that holy light appeared so pale and weak, unable to fully conceal the pure flesh-tones of the Goddess of Harvest, which looked as pure as the dawn of creation.
The ankle chains made of jade and grain also suffered the same impact, suddenly shattering.
They fell into the void, making a few subtle clink sounds before being swallowed directly by the void cracks.
The lower half of the holy linen robe was torn to shreds, barely wrapping around her waist, yet unable to cover her long, healthy legs.
The curves of her knees and thighs loomed through the tattered scraps of cloth, filled with the tension of life.
This sudden "wardrobe malfunction" was not ordinary clothing damage, but a violent stripping at the level of laws.
Each piece of clothing that disintegrated represented the Goddess's connection to this world being further weakened.
The divinity of the Goddess of Harvest was being continuously dismantled by Jerry's arrogant power in an inconceivable manner.
Across the Goddess's face, which was usually void of sorrow or joy, an increasingly heavy pain now surfaced.
The green divine light that had been entangling Katherine and Ophelia also finally failed to maintain its hold due to the Goddess's instability.
The light dimmed instantly, losing its power to bind.
Katherine and Ophelia were dropped onto the scorched earth.
Though still incredibly weak, that suffocating sense of death vanished miraculously the moment the Goddess's clothes "exploded."
They lay on the ground, covered in exhaustion and wounds, yet ignored their own pain.
They simply looked up at the sky in shock at the spectacle before them.
The Goddess of Harvest's divine form flickered amidst the collapsing holy robes and the scattering dust of divine power.
Sanctity and wretchedness intertwined; majesty and vulnerability coexisted.
The Goddess's gaze finally moved from Katherine and Ophelia, turning toward the distant scorched land where meteors continued to fall and the void was being torn apart.
That was the heart of Jerry's Forbidden Curse.
In her eyes, as clear as lakes, was a mix of shock and fury.
"Heracles!"
"How much longer do you intend to wait?"
The Goddess's eyes were full of shock and fury.
Her gaze swept across the world being swallowed by Jerry's curse and settled on the deep, bubbling lava crater created by a giant meteor.
She seemed to sense something, her body giving a slight shudder as the vigilance in her eyes rose to its peak.
In that near-solidified silence, the bottom of the crimson, churning lava pit suddenly flickered with an exceptionally piercing green light.
That light was so majestic and pure, as if it had condensed all the remaining vitality of the world.
With a barbaric strength, it tore through the surface of the viscous molten rock.
"BOOM!"
A scorching gale, carrying the heat of baked lava, swept outward.
Immediately following, a figure that had grown even more massive emerged.
His skin was a sickly scorched red, but his entire being was wrapped in a thick, pale-green divine aura.
From the depths of the boiling lava, he rose inch by inch, labored yet resolute!
It was Heracles, who had just been swallowed by the giant meteor!
Upon his shoulders, those already prominent muscle lines now looked like the roots of an ancient tree, gnarled and twisted.
Under the reflection of the lava, they took on the sheen of burnished copper.
The leather trousers he once wore were long gone.
His lean, athletic body was almost entirely naked, save for a few pieces of shattered armor held in place by divine power.
This exposed his eight-pack abs, carved like they were chiseled from stone, along with his smooth, explosive arms and legs.
Pain from being burned by the inferno was etched between his brows.
But within his azure eyes burned a battle-lust far more intense than the lava itself.
His chest heaved violently; with every breath, thick sulfurous steam erupted from his nose and mouth.
The wounds on his body being repaired by divine power were stubbornly healing at a visible rate.
the double-edged giant axe in his hand had lost its luster, the blades cracked.
Yet he still gripped it deathly tight, treating it as his last reliance to struggle against the world.
"For... Zeus!"
He ignored the lava still dripping from his body.
Relying solely on the near-instinctive power of his demigod physique, he threw himself out of the swamp-like lava.
Like a primitive behemoth, he charged toward Jerry in the distance once more!
Every step he took left a bubbling crater in the lava; every swing of his axe whipped up waves of searing fire in the air.
His target was the eight expressionless Jerrys who were continuously releasing the Forbidden Curse.
However, Jerry's curse had already transcended the realm of any mortal resistance.
With Heracles' surge of energy, the void cracks in the sky seemed to be guided by some invisible will, becoming even more manic.
Meteors even larger and more destructive, carrying the scent of ancient primordial collapse, rained down upon Heracles' position with precision and density.
This time, it was no longer indiscriminate bombing, but a clear intent to thoroughly crush this last force of resistance.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
One after another, giant lava meteors wreathed in black sulfurous flames slammed into Heracles' demigod body.
Even a physique bolstered by divinity could not remain unscathed before such an endless "natural disaster."
Heracles let out painful, suppressed roars as he swung his broken axe with all his might.
He tore through layers of divine barriers around his body, but every strike sent his blood churning and his divinity scattering.
Heracles' arm was grazed by a lava meteor.
Accompanied by a sizzling sound, his thick forearm turned instantly black, the outer layer of muscle peeling off as charcoal.
This revealed the crimson bones beneath, still pulsing with green divine light.
He grit his teeth and forced a surge of energy, using his divine light to rapidly repair the damaged muscle.
But the speed of healing could not keep up with the stacking of new injuries.
More meteors arrived like a torrential rain. Heracles' powerful left leg was struck hard by a flying lava star.
With the muffled crack of bone, his leg twisted into an unnatural angle.
The stability of his demigod form wavered visibly for the first time.
He dropped to one knee, lava exploding around him and swallowing him completely.
Yet he still refused to fall, letting out a beast-like roar, struggling in the lava and fighting to stand again.
Every time he tried to rise, more meteors struck him with pinpoint accuracy.
His indestructible demigod body began a rapid process of "annihilation" under Jerry's dimension-transcending curse.
His skin was scorched and melted by the heat, torn by impacts, and stubbornly reshaped by divinity.
His flesh became a blur under the continuous assault, gradually losing its original texture and contour.
His body wasn't being pierced; it was being ground down and dissolved from the outside in.
Even above Heracles' struggle, several pitch-black spatial cracks bizarrely appeared out of thin air.
They didn't open and close randomly; as if they were alive, they opened silent, massive maws with a powerful, irresistible tearing force.
That attraction was not aimed at the scorched earth or lava, but directly at Heracles' divine body, which was suffering endless attacks.
"No... NO!"
Heracles let out a desperate roar as he felt that familiar, soul-chilling force of law-annihilation.
This was a more thorough erasure than any meteor strike.
Under the continuous barrage of meteors, Heracles' demigod body could no longer resist the arrogant pull of the spatial cracks.
Heracles' charred arms were accurately captured by one of the rifts.
The crack cut into his divine form silently like a razor-sharp blade.
Heracles didn't even feel the pain; he just watched as his arms were rapidly elongated and twisted within the rift.
Eventually, they turned into pure nothingness, disappearing completely.
Next was Heracles' torso.
A deep spatial rift dozens of meters wide expanded at a hair-raising speed during his struggle.
It completely enveloped his broken demigod body.
The divine light in Heracles' eyes faded entirely; the green glow of his entire being was swallowed whole by the collapsing laws.
"Heh... heh..." Heracles emitted one last slurred roar.
Under the gaze of everyone, who had nearly stopped breathing, and amidst the trembling of the Goddess of Harvest's body due to the severe upheaval.
Heracles' majestic frame, accompanied by his final roar, was swallowed thoroughly, cleanly, and purely by that silent maw.
The entire world issued no mourning for him.
Jerry's amber eyes, which were eerily calm, now slowly withdrew from the void where Heracles had vanished.
His gaze, carrying a pure "scrutiny" devoid of any emotional fluctuation, crossed the vast scorched earth.
It landed directly on the swaying avatar of the Goddess of Harvest, hundreds of meters away within the defensive barrier.
"Your turn."
Jerry's voice, like a cold judgment of law, was spat out simultaneously by his eight forms.
The sounds stacked together, carrying a bone-chilling coldness and an unquestionable will.
Before the words faded, the eight raised arms did not lower; instead, the red and green crystals in their palms erupted with an even more intense light.
The inexplicable pressure weighing on the Goddess of Harvest suddenly intensified.
This wasn't the physical impact of a falling meteor, nor a simple magical attack.
It was a "law-erosion" that struck at the soul and disintegrated existence itself.
The Goddess's body, already unstable from the impact of Heracles' fall and the backlash of the world's collapse, was now trembling violently.
Fine cracks, like shattering glass, began to spread across her flawless white skin.
They weren't actual wounds, but the manifestation of her connection to the world's laws being brutally severed.
That continuous devouring force pressed in on her from all directions.
It attempted to pull and decompose her body bit by bit, just as it had with Heracles, until she turned into nothingness.
Under the pressure of this force, the Goddess of Harvest's consciousness caught a glimpse of an even more terrifying future.
She "saw" clearly that her link to this world was disintegrating in an irreversible manner.
Those pitch-black spatial rifts Jerry summoned, which kept appearing and mending around her and throughout the world.
They weren't mere means of attack, but the prelude to the world itself heading toward collapse and returning to chaos!
Jerry's power was not for conquest or destruction, but for... "cleaning"!
To clear away all inherent laws and existences of this world.
The Goddess's face turned instantly pale; the nobility and majesty of a deity collapsed before that total despair.
"You madman!"
"A world so rich in resources!"
"You actually want to destroy it!"
Without a shred of hesitation, without any sense of dignity or negotiation, the Goddess of Harvest suddenly bowed her head.
Her divine movements were incredibly fast.
Two ribbons of pure green divine power accurately entangled the paralyzed Katherine and Ophelia on the scorched earth.
"Go!"
With only a panicked, shrill cry like a startled bird, the Goddess of Harvest swept up Katherine and Ophelia.
She turned into a streak of piercing green light and, without looking back, raced away with no hesitation!
Her speed was so great it was as if she had poured every ounce of power she had ever possessed into it.
Her only goal was to distance herself from this world that was heading toward annihilation.
Behind her flight path, the screeching of space collapsing grew more intense—the final wail of laws being torn and swallowed.
Jerry's eight forms, however, showed no emotional change at all.
The moment the Goddess fled, their forms blurred on the spot.
They transformed into eight pitch-black afterimages, following her effortlessly like maggots attached to a bone.
Compared to the Goddess's speed, they showed no disadvantage whatsoever.
They merely maintained a certain distance in silence, as if toying with the prey in their hands.
Or perhaps waiting for a more precise "moment."
Aurora, within the defensive barrier, witnessed all of this personally.
Wizards and the False Olympic deities were hostile.
Logically, the wretched flight of the Goddess of Harvest and the destruction of this world should have been scenes wizards were happy to see.
But Aurora's heart was now occupied by an indescribable and complex emotion.
Although this world was an important frontline for the False Olympic Pantheon, its fall undoubtedly meant that a massive hole had been torn in the previously impenetrable False Olympic world cluster.
The chain reaction from this breach would lead to more, more fragile, and inadequately defended world clusters facing the crisis of being overrun.
This was undeniably a massive opportunity—one that could thoroughly change the course of the war.
But the method used to break it... was simply too horrifying.
The Goddess of Harvest was right.
Jerry was a madman.
He was very much like...
Aurora hesitated for a moment, her gaze darting between Jerry, who was in hot pursuit, and the Goddess of Harvest, who was fleeing in near-despair.
"Damn it!"
"It looks like I can't leave either!"
Inside and outside the Wizard Tower, the sharp, piercing alarms had already torn the sky apart.
A massive wizarding legion was assembling; thousands of wizards, clad in black robes and holding wands, were flooding toward the core defensive barrier of the Wizard Tower at maximum speed.
They weren't there to fight, but to evacuate!
This world was heading toward annihilation at a visible rate. If they didn't leave now, they would all disappear into nothingness along with this suffering land.
Countless corridor arrays leading to other worlds were being fully activated by the rune matrices at the heart of the Wizard Tower, radiating rainbow light.
The Goddess, carrying Katherine and Ophelia, turned into a streak of green light and dove into the void rift without looking back.
Jerry's eight forms, moving like lightning, followed right behind.
As the Goddess of Harvest broke free from her shattered world and plunged into the endless void between worlds, her body underwent a shocking change.
Katherine and Ophelia were temporarily wrapped in that divine power. In their daze, they only felt the surrounding air currents pulling and reshaping them frantically.
When they barely managed to open their eyes, everything before them transcended all their knowledge.
"Where... where am I?"
Ophelia's voice trembled; she felt an endless chill, not of temperature, but from the deepest reaches of the void—a sort of incomprehensible grandeur and nothingness.
They stood upon what seemed to be floating dust, or perhaps they had no concrete footing at all, merely held aloft by an unknown force. Around them was boundless darkness, devoid of light or sound, save for the occasional flicker of star-shards drifting like distant fireflies.
Before them, the form of the Goddess of Harvest was no longer the avatar that had struggled wretchedly under the distortion of the laws.
Her true body, like a miracle, was unfolding slowly and solemnly within the void!
At first, it was but a wisp of green radiance; then the light expanded, spreading like ripples. The Goddess's frame ascended and extended at a speed beyond imagination.
Her originally shattered white linen robe transformed into endless stardust, swirling around her massive true form like drifting gossamer.
Her skin remained that healthy, honey-toned hue, but now, she was no longer a mortal avatar—she was a true Ancient Titan!
Her volume was more massive than the entire world Katherine and Ophelia had seen before!
Her long golden hair, woven from ears of wheat, now drifted behind her like two sprawling galaxies. Those clear eyes were now like two massive emerald planets, staring forward with indifference and majesty.
The lines of her waist were rounded, her legs long and powerful; every inch radiated an ancient and formidable aura of life.
The divine pressure emitted by the Goddess's true form was more than ten thousand times stronger than before; even in this void, it awed Katherine and Ophelia until they could barely think.
Just then, a figure that appeared infinitely small by comparison followed closely behind. It was Jerry.
His eight silhouettes converged back into one within the void. His eleven-year-old boyish body seemed so insignificant facing the Goddess of Harvest, who was larger than a planet.
However, there was no trace of fear on Jerry's face; instead, a playful smile surfaced.
"Want to run? You can't."
Jerry's voice entered their minds directly through the void, like the buzzing of countless insects, or the finest sandstorm, filled with unquestionable power.
In the shadow of the Goddess of Harvest's gargantuan body, Jerry moved.
His body, normally the size of an average human, suddenly underwent a terrifying transformation in the next second.
A sound of cold, viscous squeezing, as if coming from the deepest depths of the earth, rang out.
Jerry's body did not expand; instead, it turned into a mass of flesh-colored, writhing fluid.
Immediately after, that mass of flesh-colored fluid began to elongate and swell continuously, as if injected with inexhaustible vitality!
A giant, hideous, long pillar stood up arrogantly from the fleshy mass Jerry had become!
Exactly how large was it?
It was longer than the spire of any Wizard Tower, thicker than any mountain range!
It pointed straight at the Goddess of Harvest's magnificent body; the very tip of the front even reflected the reflection of the Goddess's massive face.
"What is this... monster?!"
On the Goddess's face, within those massive, emerald-planet eyes, a flash of unprecedented horror and fury appeared. She had never seen such a blasphemous and powerful "thing." Her massive arm, like a pillar supporting the heavens, swung with the force of wind and thunder toward that sky-piercing pillar, attempting to destroy this "foreign object" from her sight entirely.
Slap!
However, Jerry was faster!
That giant meat-pillar, as if controlled by his will, actually quivered with an inconceivable flexibility and strength. Then, at an incredible speed, it lashed upward from below, savagely smacking the Goddess of Harvest's massive cheek, which was comparable to a small asteroid!
A deafening roar erupted, and the entire void shuddered!
the sound was like the collapsing of mountains and the violent collision between two grand celestial bodies!
"Mmh..." On the Goddess's perfect cheek, a red lash mark became visible to the naked eye; her head was forced to one side by the massive force!
Even more startling was that the moment the long pillar touched the Goddess's skin, the tip seemed to sense something, and the mucus secreted from the front drenched the Goddess's skin.
"Hiss..." The Goddess let out a low, painful cry, the sound like a storm in the depths of the universe, carrying a terrifying tremble.
Her emerald eyes were now filled with unbelievable shame and a deep sense of offense.
Jerry's boyish body stood before that massive pillar like a conductor. His expression was calm as he made a grasping motion in the air.
The long pillar shuddered in the void, the crystal-clear mucus at the tip drawing a bright trail in the darkness, and then, under Jerry's command, it lashed out again!
Slap! Another massive and crisp strike!
This time, the pillar carried a whistling gale, smacking the Goddess of Harvest's other cheek! That pillar was extremely elastic, carrying a characteristic, sticky "water sound." Every time it landed, it made the Goddess's massive cheek emit a pop, like a water balloon being struck, rippling with visible waves.
The Goddess's originally pristine face was now marked with two distinct handprints from Jerry's meat-pillar!
"Heh... mmh..."
From the Goddess's mouth came a low, slightly raspy pant.
It was no ordinary pant, but a low moan forced out by the massive humiliation and physical impact.
Her gargantuan body involuntarily retreated a few steps in the void, as if feeling the masculine vibration coming from that spear, which exceeded her range of understanding.
Jerry remained expressionless; he raised his hand, and the spear began to spiral in the air. The tip, carrying mucus, glided slowly against the Goddess's massive chin in a humiliating posture, the slime pulling a glistening trail across her skin.
Jerry remained expressionless; he raised his hand, and the spear began to spiral in the air. The tip, carrying mucus, glided slowly against the Goddess's massive chin in a humiliating posture, the slime pulling a glistening trail across her skin.
"Do you like it?"
Jerry's voice entered the Goddess's mind again, carrying a trace of mockery. "This is just the appetizer."
The Goddess was filled with both shame and rage, her massive hands waving again, but the spear was more flexible than she was. It roamed through the void as if it had its own will.
Every one of the Goddess's swings was like hitting empty air; instead, the spear seized its timing, and like a living tentacle, launched another attack!
Slap! Slap!
The continuous sounds of lashing appeared exceptionally clear in the void.
The spear, carrying "water sounds," continuously lashed the Goddess's face, chest, and even her waist!
Every strike made the Goddess's massive frame shudder; the burning pain on her skin rushed in like a tide, mixed with immense humiliation.
That spear was filled with masculine power and aggression, as if it intended to thoroughly crush all that was holy and noble, forcing her to submit entirely to primal, pure carnal desire!
The Goddess's golden hair became increasingly messy under the lashing; her beautiful face was slapped red and swollen.
Within those massive, planet-like eyes was a crystal moisture like mist—it was pain, it was shame, and more so, an unprecedented sense of being trampled upon.
She tried to use all her divine power to resist, but Jerry's spear seemed capable of ignoring laws, easily dodging her attacks and giving her the most humiliating lashes at her most vulnerable and wretched moments.
Katherine and Ophelia were dropped in the void not far away. Their originally exhausted bodies were now so shocked by this law-defying scene that they even forgot their pain.
They huddled together under the Goddess's massive shadow like two tiny ants, looking up at this absurd and heart-stopping "punishment" in the void.
"Tsk, look at her acting all delicate."
Ophelia glanced at the Goddess above, currently wretched and half-naked, then at Jerry standing before the spear, commanding everything expressionlessly. The corner of her mouth couldn't help but hook into a faint sneer.
She nudged Katherine with her elbow, her voice carrying unsuppressable schadenfreude. "Your little bastard really knows how to play.
That... 'small pleasure' you mentioned before, surely it wasn't this?"
Hearing this, Katherine first let out a huff, but then, within those eyes dimmed by fatigue, a flash of slyness and pride unique to felines surfaced.
She struggled to cover her mouth with one hand, suppressing the uncontainable giggle at her lips, yet her eyes remained fixed on Jerry's movements as he controlled the spear to lash the Goddess.
"What's this 'yours or mine' talk? Do you think I don't know?
Your relationship with this little bastard?"
Katherine spoke, but her tone carried an unquestionable pride.
"However... this particular set of skills was indeed something he figured out after 'experimenting' on me countless times.
It wasn't this perfected at the start." Her gaze followed the spear as it roamed flexibly in the void, continuously lashing the Goddess's skin, a satisfied smile blooming on her lips.
"Tsk, that feeling... it is a bit similar.
It's just that this guy's size is really something else; as soon as he's free from the world's shackles, he becomes so... 'spectacular'." Katherine's sight froze on the spear that made the Goddess's massive body shudder with every strike, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes—shock at the scene, but more so, a possessiveness born of instinct.
Watching Katherine's "showing off" posture, Ophelia couldn't help but roll her eyes.
"Hmph, go ahead and be smug.
I don't believe he only 'experimented' on you." Ophelia snorted coldly, but it failed to hide the flash of coquettishness in her eyes.
"Don't act as if you haven't been handled by him yourself."
Katherine raised an eyebrow, glancing at Ophelia with a look of insight.
"I understand that look in your eyes.
When that little mouth of his gets sweet, no one can resist. Especially that..." Katherine spoke, looking again at the spear continuously lashing the Goddess in the void, and the "water sounds" and red marks being lashed onto the Goddess's massive body.
Despite the surrounding environment still being filled with destructive energy fluctuations and scorched rifts falling around them, the conversation between the two seemed to isolate all the noise from the outside world.
Under Jerry's direction, the frequency of the massive spear's lashing grew higher and the rhythm faster. Slap, slap, slap! Each sound seemed to be measuring the limit of humiliation the Goddess could endure.
Every lash carried that characteristic "water sound," landing precisely on the Goddess's magnificent chest, abdomen, or thighs. That pure skin was now lashed crimson, even emitting a moist sheen.
The Goddess's gargantuan body shook violently with every hit, her mouth emitting low moans filled with pain and struggle that even Katherine and Ophelia could hear clearly.
Ophelia watched the Goddess's massive, elastic frame constantly swaying from the strikes, feeling Jerry's absolute control. Her original shyness and discomfort were gradually replaced by a strange, nearly obsessed emotion.
"I'll try this on Cressida when we get back."
Katherine's fingertips gently rubbed the scorched rock beside her, her eyes and brows carrying the posture of a victor and a heartfelt sweetness.
The feeling of being valued was truly wonderful!
"Then... how do you think Jerry will 'eat' her this time?" Ophelia bit her lower lip, asking in a low voice with an unspeakable excitement and expectation, her gaze never leaving the continuously lashing spear.
Katherine heard this and laughed softly, her smile filled with confidence in Jerry and the insight of an insider. "Who knows?
But knowing his personality, he definitely won't make it easy for her..."
Just as Jerry's boyish body prepared to maneuver that giant meat-pillar for a deeper "lesson" to the Goddess, an abrupt and heart-palpitating change occurred without warning!
Ding! Ding! Ding! Snap!
A series of sounds, crisp like shattering ice crystals or like countless threads stretched to the limit snapping simultaneously, suddenly resounded throughout this grand and silent void.
In the background of boundless silence, these sounds appeared exceptionally sharp yet clearly audible, striking the depths of the soul without being ignored.
On Jerry's boyish body, the exquisitely shaped "Void Hourglass" bracelet he always wore on his left wrist was the first to emit a light click.
The golden sand grains that originally flowed finely inside were suddenly halted as if cast with a freezing spell.
Then, the entire crystal surface of the hourglass was covered in countless hair-thin cracks at a visible rate. The complex and stable magic circuits within instantly collapsed and disintegrated, turning into a cloud of invisible energy mist that silently merged into the void and vanished completely.
Immediately following, on the ten fingers he had always used for precise magical manipulation, adorned with rare crystals, several magic rings of various ancient and elegant styles also emitted "Crack! Crack!" sounds.
The subtle and profound magical luster that once flowed on those rings evaporated instantly, as if dried by a scorching sun.
The precious crystals inlaid on the rings cracked inch by inch from within, then emitted an almost inaudible "rustle," finally turning into a few grains of useless fine dust, scattering into the void, devoid of any magic.
Creak... Boom!
Finally, the grand finale of the collapse was the black onyx necklace worn around Jerry's neck.
This necklace usually emitted a deep and stable faint light, being a key magical item used to stabilize his power and coordinate the flow of mana.
At this moment, it let out one last groan filled with heaviness and helplessness.
The precious gem at the center of the onyx, which contained the inner essence of stars, seemed to endure a pressure far exceeding its own structural limit and suddenly exploded, turning into a small cloud of pitch-black light and shadow.
That shadow existed for only an instant before being swallowed by the void, leaving only an empty necklace pendant.
All the magical jewelry, in this single instant, acted like falling dominoes, collectively collapsing at the same time!
This was not from any external attack or magic, but because they had endured power far beyond what their own magical inscriptions could carry.
Or rather, the mana cycle within them, which was closely related to Jerry's power, was forcibly blocked and extracted by a law-shock of a higher level and more primal destructiveness.
After losing the support and coordination of such massive power, these precise magical items inevitably reached their own limits and were completely worn out by over-exertion.
Following the total disintegration of these exquisite magical artifacts, the massive meat-root—which had just been so majestic and unbridled in the void, making the Goddess's massive frame shudder with its lashing—suddenly lost all the support and mana supply it relied upon.
It did not explode, nor did it vanish like smoke, nor did it shrink back into Jerry's body in any way.
Instead, in a wave of incomprehensible, silent recession like a receding tide, it gradually became semi-transparent and thin.
Then, the entire magnificent fleshy body became illusory and dim at a visible rate.
Those thick textures where blue veins had pulsed on the surface of the pillar, those full flesh-tones radiating primal masculine power, all seemed to fade now, turning light and losing solidity.
Finally, that gargantuan meat-pillar transformed into a dark red energy afterimage—still massive but blurred and illusory—like a mirage about to dissolve, maintaining only its original grand outline without a shred of substance left.
"Ah... oh."
Jerry's originally expressionless, lake-calm face finally showed a distinct ripple at this moment.
Sizzle... Crash!
At the same time, the seven crystal puppets that had been loyally circling Jerry, maintaining their Forbidden Curse postures and providing power output for him, also let out a final wail on the verge of disassembly. Their translucent bodies were suddenly covered with fine cracks countless times denser than a spiderweb.
Then, like ice cubes cast into high-temperature flames and instantly scorched, they collapsed and disintegrated violently, turning into countless tiny crystal shards.
These shards did not fall like mortal objects but vaporized and evaporated rapidly in the void, finally vanishing into nothingness.
As products of Jerry's power manifestation, they, like the magical jewelry, had reached the limit of what they could endure. Their short lifespans reached an irreversible end at this moment.
Having lost the support of the crystal puppets as power amplifiers and energy conduits, the eight illusory boyish silhouettes that had surrounded Jerry also vanished, dispersing into the void.
His eleven-year-old boyish body, stripped of all reliance, floated alone in this vast void, appearing increasingly fragile and tiny, as if he could be swallowed by this endless nothingness at any time.
All of this happened so abruptly and so swiftly, as if the very flow of time had briefly solidified because of it, occurring within just a few breaths!
The Goddess of Harvest, whose massive body had been swaying in the void under the lashing of Jerry's meat-pillar and whose mouth had been emitting moans of pain, felt the moment Jerry's magical ornaments collapsed and the giant pillar faded. Her eyes—originally filled with shame and pain but now instantly becoming cold and sharp like emerald planets—suddenly erupted with a terrifying glint! That light was like an ancient star abruptly waking from sleep, carrying a rage sufficient to incinerate everything!
She abruptly stopped her massive trembling. On that magnificent yet previously wretched face, all traces of her earlier shame and humiliation were gone. In their place was a pure, absolute, and savage rage, along with a bloodthirsty desire for revenge surging from the core of her divinity!
The Goddess's eyes locked onto that shimmering, blurry energy afterimage of the meat-pillar in the void, her gaze looking as though she wanted to swallow it alive.
The Goddess's gargantuan, honey-skinned jade arm, like a pillar supporting the heavens, made a sudden grab in the void with a primal and barbaric wild strength!
Her movement lacked even a hint of the trembling and wretchedness from when she was being lashed. There was no elegance, no hesitation—only the most direct, primal, and fierce instinct of a beast capturing prey!
Her massive jade hand, comparable to the volume of a planet, accurately gripped the afterimage of the meat-pillar that had not yet fully vanished and was currently blurred and indistinct!
The Goddess's massive emerald eyes burned with the roaring flames of vengeance!
Her lips were pressed tightly into an arc by her extreme anger and craving, those originally rounded and full lips now appearing cold, hard, and hideous.
"You...!" she roared, the sound like thunder in the depths of space, carrying endless pain and fury, and a hysteria born of being desecrated.
CRACK!
A violent biting sound, vibrating through the entire void like the collapse of universal laws, carried a tooth-aching yet irresistible primal impulse. It was like a mountain collapsing, or the hardest diamond being instantly crushed!
The Goddess's massive teeth were not mortal bone, but crystals condensed from the purest holy laws and cosmic energy. Now, carrying peerless power of destruction and devouring, they bit down hard and mercilessly upon the blurry phantom of that meat-pillar!
"Mmh... mmh..." From deep within the Goddess's throat came a low pant filled with ultimate catharsis, neither purely pain nor purely rage, but more like the satisfaction of swallowing hatred and humiliation whole and converting them into her own power!
"Now... it's my turn!"
The Goddess's voice was like the collective roar of a billion stars, shaking the entire void violently!
The sound carried the reversal of victory, the mania of being humiliated, the unfathomable majesty of a god, and a killing intent that crushed everything. Like rolling heavenly thunder, it shot straight toward Jerry's lean, boyish frame!
"I will chain you to Apollo's chariot and roast you for ten thousand years!"
"No, wait—I'll castrate you first!"
Jerry flickered rapidly the moment the Goddess pounced.
He did not attempt to block that divine power which blotted out the sky and could crush everything, nor did he let out any sound of panic.
His body, following that void-shattering roar from the Goddess, seemed pulled by some mysterious force and suddenly became illusory and transparent. Then, without leaving any trail, he vanished into thin air from the Goddess's furious gaze, as if he had never existed at all.
The Goddess's massive palm, carrying the power to destroy a star, snapped shut!
However, the palm transmitted back only the cold touch of the void.
Her eyes, like two emerald planets, went wide in the void, scanning the surroundings in disbelief. That tiny yet pointlessly arrogant boy had actually vanished under her full lock and in the moment of her explosive rage?
"YOU!" The Goddess's roar, carrying the fury of being toyed with, tore through the void.
"Ah!"
A cry escaped from Katherine's mouth.
She and Ophelia were huddled together, nearly immobilized by the Goddess's pressure. The very next instant after Jerry vanished from the Goddess's sight, a faint spatial ripple appeared beside them. Immediately following, that familiar figure, unharmed and in a posture nearly like a collision, appeared abruptly by their side!
Jerry wasted no words and gave no explanation. The moment he appeared, his eyes swept over them rapidly and sharply, confirming they were unharmed.
Next, his arms moved with lightning speed to the left and right. With a gentle yet unquestionable strength, he unhesitatingly pulled Katherine and Ophelia by their slender waists.
In the moment of contact, Katherine and Ophelia felt a familiar, yet this time exceptionally weak energy pulse transmit from Jerry's body like a ripple.
Immediately after, they felt the space around them warp violently, and everything before their eyes turned into a chaotic blur of colors.
The sensation was like being forcibly dragged into a frantic vortex; their stomachs contracted violently, nearly making them vomit their internal organs. A strong sense of weightlessness mixed with an indescribable squeezing pressure made them both emit muffled groans.
Though Katherine's body was being tortured by the compulsory spatial jump, her mental core remained clear.
She knew this was Jerry performing a spatial jump through sheer force of will, without the aid of any magical items!
She could clearly feel Jerry's arms around their waists trembling uncontrollably—a sign of power being over-exhausted and his body enduring a massive load.
His warm palms even began to seep fine beads of sweat.
"Until next time, Lady."
Just as the light distortion reached its peak and was about to swallow them again, Jerry's clear and flat voice, as if penetrating multiple universes, carried a hint of teasing, unbridled spirit, and depth, reaching the ears of the enraged Goddess of Harvest from afar.
This "Lady" referred precisely to the Goddess of Harvest. It was a blatant and high-class provocation!
"You... shall not escape!" The Goddess's roar was more majestic and vast than any before. The sound waves, carrying terrifying divine power, formed a horrifying vortex behind her massive frame sufficient to crush stars, following relentlessly behind the trajectory of Jerry's vanishing party, plunging mercilessly into the deeper reaches of the void.
Katherine and Ophelia felt as though Jerry had turned them into a projectile being shot at high speed through the endless void.
Around them was pure darkness and cold, with occasional pitch-black, bottomless spatial rifts flashing by—rifts like the massive maws of the void, carrying a deadening aura that swallowed everything.
They could feel the distance of each of Jerry's spatial jumps shortening, while the intervals grew longer. That terrifying divine pressure chasing behind them was like a maggot on a bone, never letting up.
The Goddess of Harvest's fury and the ultimate power she possessed after returning to her original form displayed an unparalleled dominance even within the void.
"Damn it! This old woman is still this fierce even after eating her fill!"
They were like three small boats being chased through a violent cosmic storm, while the Goddess of Harvest behind them was a massive warship carrying star-destroying cannons, conducting a merciless bombardment against them.
Suddenly, Jerry stumbled, his body shuddering violently!
Buzz!
A massive vibrating roar exploded in their ears. When they barely managed to open their eyes, they found before them massive corridor arrays operating at unbelievable speeds, with countless black-robed wizards entering and exiting methodically.
"Help!"