Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem

Zach sighed and looked at the three. If he split it, they would each barely get anything. He could probably get more in the future once they entered the southern continent, but that might take a while if he didn't want to get targeted by the different orders.

"Sharing is fine?" He asked.

"I only need a tiny sliver, Master." Vidri pinched her fingers together to show how little she needed. A taste would be enough to elevate her creation to a much greater height than she can make with what she has on hand.

Soara and Mandra looked at each other.

"What do you need the divine energy for?" Soara asked. Mandra didn't seem interested in becoming a god or anything.

"I want to study it."

"To devise countermeasures?"

"Among other things."

"I can help you with that." Assuming she got enough of the divine energy, that is.

Mandra thought about it. A tiny, tiny piece that she did not have proper control over, or more of it that Soara could control for her. It would be affected by Soara's powers of death, but that wasn't a big deal. It would only make it more realistic.

They would be fighting gods sooner or later. If Soara mastered divine energy, they could all get some real-life practice of fighting divine energy.

Mandra nodded. She was fine not getting any.

Zach was about to break off a drop from the drop of divine energy, but Vidri got to it first. A laser connected her thumb and index finger, and she sliced off a splinter, which she quickly welded into the cube.

Zach's eyebrows rose. He was not expecting her to handle divine energy with such ease. But she wasn't an SSS-rank familiar for nothing.

Zach turned to hand the divine energy to Soara, but the tiny drop had already started floating over to her. He didn't need to do anything.

The colorless drop steadily approached Soara. At the same time, black fog, Soara's powers of death, leaked out of her. The black fog reached for the divine energy, dying it in its color as soon as it came into contact. The black fog transformed into a tentacle and carried the divine energy into Soara's chest, where it disappeared without a trace.

Soara's dark eyes shone with a deep light before she closed them and focused on embracing the divine energy, truly making it her own and learning how to control it. She entered a trance as the divine energy seemed to extend endlessly to envelop her body and powers of death.

The divine energy didn't multiply or increase. It was more like it stretched thin without actually becoming thinner. It was something that went against reason and logic. It was the power of miracles.

The divine energy washed through her body. It would have erased any flaws, imperfections, and impurities in her body if she had any. But that wasn't all it did.

It harmonized her body and her powers of death. It put her body into a state of change and refinement.

However, there was one thing the divine energy couldn't do. It could not repair the gaping hole in one side of Soara's essence. It could not fill in the gap left by her losing a part of her powers when she lost her world.

That was why her transformation ended before it could reach a full evolution.

Soara was incomplete. She couldn't reach the next rank.

But she could become an SS-rank Goddess of Death and Transcendence.

The only way for her to evolve would be to repair her broken essence. The universe was vast. There could be multiple ways for her to do that. The easiest would be for her to reclaim her lost strength from the ones who ruined her world and took it from her.

Unfortunately, knowing the answer didn't make it any easier. But Zach was making good progress toward finally completing the twelfth Trial that Soara put on hold for him. She wasn't in a rush. She had already waited thousands of years. A few more weren't a big deal, especially when every day was entertaining.

When Soara finally opened her eyes again, the others were staring at her.

"So, what's the difference between a deity and a god?" Zach asked, having glanced at the summoner interface to confirm her new status.

Soara looked at herself before answering.

"I'm not sure, Master," She said uncertainly. She felt better. She felt like a goddess. But she couldn't pinpoint the difference between her current self and her past self. More beautiful, maybe.

"It's belief," Vidri said without looking up from the cube.

The others raised their eyebrows as they looked at her. It was an answer, which was much more than what any of them had, including Soara. But they didn't know what it meant. It wasn't a very clear answer.

"Gods harness strength from the belief in people's hearts toward them. You noticed those two believers, right? They trust their gods blindly, and their hearts are filled with the greatness of their gods. That belief becomes the gods' strength," Vidri explained, feeling the gazes from those around her.

She had been skeptical about being a familiar when she was first summoned. But considering the talent of her fellow familiars, it could have been worse. She didn't mind helping them out when they were fumbling in the dark.

"How does that work?" Soara asked curiously. Although it was obvious that a single person wouldn't grant a lot of strength even if they were incredibly devout, it was still something that could help her grow stronger.

Vidri turned off the laser coming out of her index finger and raised her head to look at Soara.

"You get people to serve and believe in you, I guess. I'm not a god, and I've never seen one ascend to godhood." Vidri shrugged.

Becoming a god was difficult. But it seemed growing stronger as a god would be even more challenging.

Soara was stumped. How was she supposed to amass a following? She had better things to do, not to mention that it might be difficult to get people to serve in and believe in her. She was someone who served another. She lived in a maid dress. And she was a Goddess of Death of all things.

Death was inevitable and a part of everyone's life. But it was an unpleasant truth. Soara was more aware than anyone the feelings that Death inspired in the hearts of mortals. It was more fear than belief and trust.

It looked like she would have to give up on that part of being a god.