Hero? Are You Worthy?-Chapter 779 - 531 Mortals, Do Not Spy on Gods ( - 1 with 4000 words)_2

Chapter 779: Chapter 531 Mortals, Do Not Spy on Gods (Chapter 1 with 4000 words)_2

At this moment, this powerful and weird God was suspended in mid-air, her peculiar eyes observing the world with an elegant and dignified demeanor.

The corners of Her mouth curled into an indifferent smile, tinged with mockery.

Just then, Ireta suddenly sensed a faint movement around her, her pupils constricting sharply before she let out her most piercing shriek with all her might, "Don’t look!"

The sound, like waves, spread across the ground.

Regrettably, Ireta’s voice still came too late.

The pit where the Evil God’s limb lay was simply too vast; the four women were positioned at the north, south, east, and west of it, and the voice needed time to propagate that distance.

Almost the moment Ireta had emitted that scream, the others—in the other three directions—Florence, Inas, and even Antasia who was slightly slower, all lifted their heads.

Curiosity.

It had nothing to do with stupidity; it was an innate human curiosity.

Faced with such a sudden change, they instinctively wanted to know what was happening on this side.

However, just as they barely lifted their heads, the sound of three simultaneous cries of agony arose.

Mortals should not glimpse at Gods.

Even a distant glimpse had already brought the three women an unprecedented shock.

Suddenly, all three women felt a warmth in their eyes, streaming down two trails of blood as if they were tears.

Weird and sinister voices began to ring in their ears, akin to the roaring of a man exerting his full Strength, or the impassioned shrieks of a woman, sometimes a deep gasp, and at other times suppressed moans.

Then it would transform into a cacophony filled with corruption, something terrible or even indescribable by language.

The bodies of the three women burned with heat; desire was taking root.

Yet their souls were also seized by extreme agony.

Desire and pain tortured the bodies of the three women simultaneously, causing their bodies to convulse uncontrollably.

Ireta, who had half-stepped into the Demigod Realm, was barely holding on, but Florence, Inas, and Antasia had no such ability.

On their faces, the backs of their hands, their necks, their collarbones... every visible part of their skin began to present inch-by-inch cracks.

Within those cracks, tiny worms of purple, pink, and black seemed to wriggle.

What’s more, a series of weird marks, like the frost flowers on a winter window, followed by a sound like cracking ice, spread all over the bodies of the three women.

This was the consequence of glimpsing a true God, a torment that even the Great Sage, even Level 90 beings, could not withstand.

Screams and painful groans resonated amidst the chaos.

While Ireta’s condition was not as dire, purple and pink threads were rapidly spreading across her body, climbing up her slender neck, and over her tender cheeks, rendering that face ever more enchantingly sinister and beautiful.

Ireta could tolerate the pain, but what she truly found unbearable was the desire emanating from the deepest part of her body, even from her soul.

Her body had become scorching hot, and her consciousness was almost completely filled with desire; she yearned for the opposite sex, she longed for an embrace, a kiss, a lover to fill her emptiness.

This was the supreme Authority of the Lord of Pleasure.

The moment they glimpsed the Lord of Pleasure, Ireta, Antasia, Florence, and Inas were all affected by the Authority; desire was torturing their will, interfering with, and even influencing their souls.

In fact, perhaps they should be grateful that it was the Lord of Desire they had glimpsed.

If it had been the God of Blood, Darkness, and Death, their bodies might have shattered in an instant.

Fear filled the hearts of all four women; no one knew what they might become under the erosion and influence of the Authority of desire.

Would they become like those women of the Blissful Witch Association who were immersed in desire and indulgence?

No.

For these proud women, becoming like that was a fate worse than death.

Unbeknownst to them, the muffled groans of pain around them had gradually turned into a slightly weird moan.

Relying on mortal will to resist the encroachment of the Lord of Pleasure was indeed too difficult.

This ability didn’t require much effort for the Lord of Pleasure to expand his followers; this place was scarcely visited by glacier people. If this phenomenon occurred in human-populated areas, it could turn an entire city into a grand, decadent, and indulgent party within minutes.

Countless lives would be hopelessly immersed in this grand festivity, pursuing increasingly corrupt pleasures.

At that moment, the eyes of the Lord of Pleasure in the sky - weird, enchanting, and as beautiful as gemstones - casually swept over the four women... but clearly, He was not very interested in these four.

These insignificant insects were not worth His attention.

If He were in a good mood, He wouldn’t mind letting these comparatively beautiful insects experience what the most perfect pleasures in this world were like.

But now, He had serious matters to attend to.

The arm on the female half of His body slowly lifted, gently covering His lips as He yawned.

Speaking of which, how many years had it been since He had roamed the Void?

Ever since He was exiled by some damned bastards on that azure planet, He had been wandering through the starry sky, and only God knew what had become of that planet. It seemed like a world without any extraordinary abilities, yet it was crawling with freaks.

For that planet, the Lord of Pleasure only had extremely unpleasant memories; He didn’t want to return there under any circumstances... although, if things had gone well, that planet might have developed billions of devotees.

A thousand years ago, the god war of the Sky Dome Continent took place.

They, the seven of them, had also remained in the Void.

This was the first time after an eternity that they had entered a real Main World, and the feeling was quite odd and nostalgic.

Although the world’s rules compressed and weakened His Strength some, this sensation was truly too comfortable.

Moreover, as long as the connection between Himself and the Void remained, He could resist the suppression of the world’s rules to a certain extent; the impact was not very significant.

If He didn’t have a very important mission to accomplish, He would have liked to linger in this world for a bit longer... Not too long, but just one day would be enough to convert all beings in this world into His believers, whether they were demons, humans, or even beasts.

To immerse this world in indulgence and Desire would be the perfect paradise.

Ah, the scent of Desire, truly intoxicating.

The Lord of Pleasure sighed internally.

He felt a pang of regret as the rejection from this world grew stronger with time, which was genuinely an unpleasant feeling.

His gaze eventually turned to the position directly in front of Him.

The first thing that greeted His eyes was a torso of alarming magnitude.

His heart trembled slightly, as if there were countless tiny fuzzy insects squirming on His back.

It was a sensation that had never disappeared since His birth, the feeling of a child encountering his old father... The word ’father’ certainly didn’t mean anything warm to the Lord of Pleasure.

The complete torso, now only half remained; the other half had been devoured by Qin Chu. Perhaps it was already reassembling inside this man’s body.

Fortunately, He wasn’t too late.

Qin Chu seemed to be unaffected, though Qin Chu’s Strength likely wasn’t greater than that of the Daughter of Death, Ireta.

But on the surface of Qin Chu’s body, innumerable green sprouts wrapped around him like vines, densely entwined.

The green tender leaves gently swayed, sending out ripples.

The oppression and Authority brought by the Lord of Pleasure were dispersed by the waves released by the tender leaves, unable to corrupt Qin Chu. At this moment, Qin Chu was still attempting to break through to the Demigod Realm, completely unaffected by the external commotion.

Seeing Qin Chu’s state, the Lord of Pleasure wasn’t angry; He even appeared somewhat content:

"Earth Mother Goddess Oni Benar?"

"It turns out you aren’t entirely dead?"

"This is truly an unexpected delight!"

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