Damn, I Have to Marry the Strongest Antagonist at the Start?

It seemed as if Owen and Leslie were like magnets, possessing an irresistible attraction toward the beauties of the Pure Land.

If all of them were to join the Azure Kingdom, what kind of terrifying force would the Azure Kingdom become?

However, that seemed to be somewhat difficult.

After all, with so many stunning beauties, even as a woman, Madelyn herself found it hard to resist, let alone Owen.

More importantly, Leslie would likely disapprove.

As various whimsical thoughts churned in Madelyn's mind, Little Leslie rubbed her eyes and woke up.

Seeing the lively scene in the small world, she was delighted and immediately pulled out a fruit of the World Tree from her pocket and handed it to Elsa, whom she had just met for the first time.

"Aunt Elsa, here, have a fruit to forget your troubles!"

She could tell that Elsa was in a bad mood, with tears still glistening at the corners of her eyes.

Elsa looked at Little Leslie, stunned for a moment, before suddenly realizing that this was Leslie and Owen's child.

Although she was still a little girl now, her appearance and demeanor exuded a natural charm. Elsa took one look and liked her immensely.

However, Elsa was extremely wary of Leslie, so although she wanted to hug Little Leslie, she first glanced at Leslie to seek her permission.

Leslie gave her a slight nod.

Only then did Elsa show a faint smile, gently embracing Little Leslie, and shook her head as she said, "I appreciate your kind thought, but this fruit is too precious. You should keep it for yourself."

Upon entering the small world, Elsa had already noticed the lush and towering Tree of the World that upheld the heavens and earth.

The fruit that Little Leslie had taken out was an incredibly rare treasure.

Outside, such a fruit would undoubtedly cause an uproar.

It was a priceless treasure that could significantly enhance the talents and strength of celestial gods, helping them break past their bottlenecks.

"We'll be friends in the future, won't we?" Little Leslie asked in a soft, sweet voice, her large eyes blinking adorably.

Elsa, without hesitation, nodded and said, "It would be my honor to be your friend!" Although Little Leslie was still young, she had Owen and Leslie standing behind her.

No one dared to underestimate her!

Moreover, Elsa could keenly sense that Little Leslie possessed extraordinary talent.

Just holding her in her arms, Elsa felt the pressure emanating from the girl's bloodline.

Once Little Leslie grew up, she would undoubtedly be on par with her parents.

"In that case, as friends, you must accept it. Just spend more time with me in the future," Little Leslie said with a smile, handing the World Tree's fruit to Elsa.

Elsa looked around at the others, noticing that they were all calm and didn't stop her, so she finally placed the fruit in her pocket, her heart filled with excitement.

She had been stuck at the god-mark celestial god stage for a long time, unable to break through to the Throne Celestial.

She had thought her talent had reached its limit, but with the World Tree's fruit, she now had a significant chance of making that breakthrough!

Little Leslie had given her an extraordinary gift upon their first meeting!

Madelyn and the others were well aware of Little Leslie's generosity, having benefited greatly from it themselves.

Leslie watched the scene unfold with a faint smile.

Only when she was by Little Leslie's side did she truly seem like a person—a mother with warmth.
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"The ending of the story has already been written. Although they didn't live together in the real world, they reunited in the past after death. Perhaps, from the perspective of the Arino Dimension, they will never part again," Leslie said.

Little Leslie nodded as if she somewhat understood. Then, she looked at Leslie again and asked, "Mom, are there any other stories?"

At her age, she loved listening to stories. The others immediately turned their eyes to Leslie. Leslie's stories were far more than just tales!

Leslie thought for a moment, her eyes suddenly lighting up as she began to speak slowly: "A long, long time ago, there was a little girl who lived happily on a divine mountain. She seemed to have no past, no parents, and was born with exceptional intelligence…"

The crowd listened silently, but suddenly the void trembled.

Charlotte rushed in hurriedly and, upon seeing Leslie, quickly dropped to one knee and reported: "Your Majesty, we have just received news that the God of Deities has been opened, and Caesar and his followers have defected to The Celestial!"

At these words, everyone fell silent.

Caesar and his group had previously been part of the Rebel Alliance.

And now, they had completely abandoned all pretense?

Directly defecting to The Celestial?!

Madelyn and the others were visibly angered, but the news was not entirely unexpected.

Caesar had schemed against Owen, later releasing the Wraith Marshal from the Land of the Forgotten, showing he was willing to stoop to any means.

Charlotte continued indignantly, "Moreover, after aligning with The Celestial, they are now targeting the Alchemy Guild. The entire Pure Land is in chaos!"

Hearing this, Madelyn and the others frowned deeply.

Leslie swept her gaze over the crowd. "Since Caesar has chosen to act, let's eliminate him as well!"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

They were already prepared to face The Celestial.

Now that Caesar and his group were desperate enough to act, there was no need to hold back.

It was time to root out these traitors and pawns!

The Azure Kingdom was no longer afraid of provocations from any faction!

While Leslie was calmly issuing orders, no one noticed the chaotic aura flowing in Little Leslie's bright eyes.

A unique wave emanated from her, piercing through the small world, through the void, even reaching the ancient Demon Abyss, where nothing could remain hidden under her gaze.

She saw the proud figure of Owen and his group standing tall in the endless darkness.

"Daddy!"

Upon seeing that familiar figure, Little Leslie's face lit up with a radiant smile. "Daddy, come back soon! Mommy and I miss you so much!"

...

Deep within the Demon Abyss, there was nothing but pitch-black darkness, devoid of even a trace of light.

Only a ruined mountain, exuding a destructive aura, emitted faint glimmers of light, covering an ancient tribe beneath it.

This was once the divine mountain of the Alps.

At this moment, the originally busy crowd had gathered beneath the divine mountain, their eyes filled with hope as they looked at the chief at the forefront.

They had been trapped here for far too long.

Yet the thought of escaping had become an obsession.

Despite repeated failures in the past, each time the idea resurfaced, their blood would boil with renewed determination.

"The oppression of The Celestial will one day be broken!"

The chief glanced at Owen beside him, then took a deep breath and spoke in a hoarse yet resolute voice.

The sound entered the ears of every person present, igniting the fire in their chests.

Their blood surged, their magic intensified! It was as if flames had been lit within every heart!

"In ancient times, we were sealed here by The Celestial. But through generations, our ancestors never gave up on seeking a way out. Oppression never made them submit; it only strengthened their resolve!"

As he spoke, the chief gently stroked the black divine mountain behind him, his touch as tender as caressing a baby's skin.

"The will of our ancestors is embedded here.

They watch over us, they wait for us, they bless and inspire us!"

"It is their sacrifices that allow us to have light in this abyss of utter darkness."

The villagers stood solemnly.

Through relentless resistance, their ancestors had fought to the death.

That unyielding spirit was deeply ingrained in their bloodline.

They would not bow to The Celestial or succumb to their predestined fate.

They believed only in themselves and their ability to one day escape this place!

Owen's gaze swept over the crowd.

These people had lived here for generations, enduring despair, oppression, and solitude.

Yet they had survived. Their unwavering determination and the sacrifices of the Alpine ancestors were truly awe-inspiring.

"The sacrifices of our ancestors were meant to create better conditions for us. To let us stand on the shoulders of giants and move forward. Now, it is our turn to make sacrifices!"

The chief looked seriously at the crowd, his voice heavy with unspeakable weight.

"Owen has found a way for us to leave. This time, we will fight with all we have!"