Village Head's Debauchery

Orion caught the blade and sighed. "I know that you love fighting. But I hadn't expected you to want to fight as soon as you were revived."

"It's best we put the previous agreement about raising children together on hold for now. Your temperament isn't the proper for raising children."

"...Or…ion!" Aerialia exclaimed slowly, her voice cracking with each syllable.

She couldn't believe her eyes. She couldn't understand what was happening.

When she awakened, she immediately felt something was wrong; she couldn't sense the Vylkr energy she had once tried to harness.

Instead, there was a strange, unfamiliar energy.

It was calmer… and far more potent. This energy was unlike anything she had ever encountered before.

Just as she tried to speak to her daughter, she realized there was another figure in the room.

Orion.

The contract that had once allowed her to reside within him had already been severed because she had recovered her body and reclaimed her sword. However, some traces of her essence should have still lingered within him, enough for her to sense his exact location.

Yet… she couldn't sense him at all.

The moment she tried, she was struck by an overwhelming presence that crushed against both her physical and metaphysical form.

A true god!

The being standing before her was a true god!

But how could that be? How could Orion be a true god?

Hadn't he just stepped into the realm of demigods when she began her revival with the Divine Embryonic Seed?

Could such a short period truly allow him, an anomaly, to rise from a demigod to a true god? Absolutely not.

She immediately assumed that Orion had been overtaken by a powerful entity or that someone was masquerading as him.

The moment Aerialia arrived at this conclusion, her anger surged.

General Reynold? Oberon? Avarielle? Ilse? Margona?

Whoever it was, she would find out. She would defeat the imposter and rescue Orion.

But the moment her attack failed, realization struck her.

The man before her was Orion.

Orion nodded, confirming her thoughts.

Aerialia's eyes widened in shock. The crimson blade in her hands vanished. She slowly descended to the ground, her height shifting to match his. She pressed her palms to his cheeks.

"How…?" She asked, her voice trembling with disbelief.

She could see him. She could touch him. She could hear him. Yet she still couldn't believe it.

"It's a long story," Orion said gently, "but I have time. I'll tell you everything."

With a thought, he cleaned the room.

The golden liquid splashed across the floor and retreated back into the pool. The traces that had clung to Aerialia's body, especially around her most intimate areas, vanished without a trace.

A large, fluffy cushion appeared beside them.

"Hee—!" Aerialia yelped as Orion effortlessly scooped her up in a princess carry before she could react. Her wide eyes continued to stare at him in stunned disbelief.

Orion lay down on the cushion with Aerialia nestled beside him.

The cushion was vast, wide enough to comfortably hold five people, with space for any movement or shift in position.

A golden tray filled with Kalna and other divine fruits floated into the air before them.

Aurora watched the scene unfold with a chuckle at her mother's dazed expression. She stepped onto the cushion and lay down beside them. 7

Though she already knew what had happened, the details remained a mystery. She wanted to hear the whole story directly from Orion.

As Orion began his account, Aurora picked up a fruit and began nibbling on it.

She couldn't refuse anything from her husband.

The three of them remained on an island within an unknown world, floating in an isolated universe, utterly undisturbed.

….....

Within the Golden Palace,

Orion, General Reynold, Ilse, and Margona sat in their designated chairs within the grand meeting hall.

Orion had already explained the events of his ascension from his own experience, leaving the others stunned.

He patiently waited as they tried to process the shock.

Ilse and Margona shivered in fear, realizing that the dread of the Omnithriallians still loomed over them, even in death. Yet, they were grateful.

Thanks to Orion, they were no longer burdened by a curse but instead blessed.

They couldn't even imagine what the state of Paradise might have been if events had unfolded differently.

Meanwhile, General Reynold and Oberon could hardly contain their excitement.

General Reynold, also a descendant of the Omnithriallians, and Oberon - despite having brought the curse that devastated the Material Realm - had both been aided by the Omnithriallians to ensure their races would not go extinct.

Now, learning that an Omnithriallian had once again intervened on their behalf, they were relieved.

They had been worried about the implications of Orion's incredible feat—his hidden truth, the unfathomable secret behind his direct ascension to true godhood, and the creation of a formidable Cosmic Tree.

Fortunately, it wasn't a threat.

All they needed to do was ensure that the agreed-upon conditions were met and nothing was violated.

"Iyria energy," General Reynold said. "It's truly an incredible way to honour our progenitors."

Oberon nodded in agreement.

Both men inwardly admitted that if they had a descendant like Orion, they would not hesitate to support him, protect him, and help him achieve his dreams.

"So this means we'll soon have more residents sharing this realm with us," General Reynold said thoughtfully.

Though he disliked the idea of Orion sharing the Paradise Realm with outsiders, he withheld his objections. He wasn't the one with the authority to make the final decision.

If he had been capable of making the best decisions for everyone, he would have defeated Naka and the gods in his time and wouldn't have died before reaching true godhood.

Since Orion had achieved this level through his own choices, it meant he was the most qualified to make such decisions.

Nonetheless, upon learning the nature of the White Flame Cosmic Tree, General Reynold found himself genuinely looking forward to exploring it once he regained his body.

Oberon, for his part, had no objections to the conditions and was equally eager to see what lay ahead.

Orion nodded. "Yes. But we'll need to verify their backgrounds. We can't just let anyone in here," he said.

General Reynold and Oberon nodded in understanding.

Ilse and Margona gradually calmed themselves, settling their emotions.

"Now that that's settled," Orion said, glancing around, "what are your thoughts on the proposal from that bizarre Will?"

"I suggest we refrain from acting immediately," General Reynold replied. "This is a newly formed Cosmic Structure, and in just a few months, we already have two of our own true gods. Even with the limitations of the second true god, if we can maintain this pace, Paradise could overflow with true gods by the next century. There's no reason to rush."

A voice of disagreement rang out beside him.

"The Divine Corps is already a force to be reckoned with, especially with the secret they possess that allows them to alter the original 'Will' of the Divine Mysteries to suit their bidding," Oberon said.

"Naka has already begun using the corpses of true Omnithriallians to forge Vylkr spawns and armours, creating a massive force capable of overwhelming any opponent he encounters. The Spirit Realm is a danger zone about which we know very little, especially regarding why the corpses of the Omnithriallians are buried there."

"For a force that managed to survive on its own throughout all this time, even before the descent of the bizarre 'Will'—and for 'it' to go so far as to nurture them against such terrifying powers… it means they are competent and formidable in their own right. Waiting to build up our forces also means giving our enemies time to grow theirs."

"So what we need to do first is establish a relationship with them. Perhaps many among them will come to recognize the advantages of joining Paradise, the safety, the prosperity, and pledge their allegiance to the Supreme Leader."

"That way, we not only begin absorbing their power base, but we also increase the number of potential true gods under our banner."

"As much as I hate to agree with the pixie," Margona added, her tone sharp, "he's right. With the creation of the White Flame Cosmic Tree, Paradise is an untapped realm that needs a larger population to fulfil its potential."

"It will take time for those who once relied on Vylkr energy, which is nearly 90 per cent of Paradise's residents, to grow accustomed to Iyria energy."

"They'll need to learn how to channel it and integrate it into their ascension paths to ascend to divinity. The more beings we bring in to tap into these resources, the better. And the stronger they are, the greater the benefit."

"Besides," she continued, her voice suddenly quieter, "I need to find my children. They're out there somewhere without their goddess. Even if they're not part of these rising forces, it's still worthwhile to search for them ourselves."

Her left hand clenched tightly against her thigh, fingers digging into her palm.

Orion nodded in understanding.

"What does Avarielle say?" he asked.