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Euphoria observed Lilith. In the distance, she could see the three demigods trapped in Hypnos' Dream world.

He was clearly struggling to keep them there, as could be seen from his trembling body. But his actions were more than enough.

Briefly, she considered striking down, but she was not specialized in combat. Her power was far more insidious. Attacking now would only help in waking them up. 

In the first place, she had no reason to strike. She had won.

She could leave now. Her goal had already been achieved. Entering the Divine Realm and getting back her Divine Kingdom wasn’t possible, as she would get jumped by her sisters.

But it did not matter. Time was on her side.

The other gods who had woken up were either in the Astral Realm or the Abyss. But they were undoubtedly observing the situation.

Now that she had opened the floodgates, she was sure that many of them would ascend as well.

Many of them were stronger than her and far more experienced.

But it did not matter.

The first goddess of the new era. The power of this Narrative was not something that could be underestimated.

This was also why she could not flee now.

At the level of gods, Story, Narrative, and Fate were extremely important. Those things could absolutely and completely change the outcome of a combat.

If she left now, she would not only become the first goddess to lose, but she would also be someone who lost against a mortal.

This narrative would incredibly empower Lilith, and even in the future, Lilith would become a nemesis for her. 

‘Tch. Worst case, I might enter a story of three encounters like that stupid Nihil.’

She knew that Sol Luxuria had bound Nihil fate with a rule of three. Thanks to that narrative, his power level skyrocketed in an incredibly short amount of time while Nihil stayed in a sort of coma. 

After all, they needed to be at relatively the same level for the last encounter to happen and decide the outcome.

‘I am still sure this Sol must be the reincarnation of a god.’ 

Euphoria sighed. If Sol were a woman, she would have thought it was dawn. She was the only one who represented Light in all its forms.

Swish!

A sword stopped a few centimeters away from Euphoria, as if blocked by an invisible barrier. 

“How impatient.” Euphoria dismissed the sword. She was not a combat-focused goddess, but she was still a goddess. 

“You thought you could wound me with an attack like this?”

“No. I just dislike you.”

A new sword appeared in Lilith’s grasp. While she had a main weapon that was created by Theresa, the conjuring sword was nothing for her. 

“Do you truly believe the sword of someone who is not even a True Demigod yet can harm a god?”

This time, Euphoria was truly looking at Lilith with disbelief. She thought that the woman simply planned to buy time until the Anubis, Ambrosia, and Echidna woke up. 

But no.

She was genuinely trying to fight. She did not think she would lose.

This realization irritated her. 

“Hahah. Am I that easy looking to you?”

Pink light filled her now golden eyes, and her hair billowed behind her. An aura of charm spread. 

Suddenly, the world seemed more beautiful.

Though they were above the harsh environment of Gluttony Foss, it felt like the air itself was perfumed by longing. The battlefield softened, the blood-soaked winds turning into a gentle breeze that carried whispers of forgotten lovers and unfulfilled dreams. Even the broken earth below began to shimmer as if wrapped in the sheen of dawn.

There was an Euphoria, and Hypnos were close. Dream, Love, and Hatred were extremely close. When fighting together, she could make even the most beautiful dream become a nightmare. 

As a goddess, her power went further beyond.

Lilith felt it immediately—the weight of divine affection, a gravity that tried to pull her soul closer, whispering that surrender would feel like salvation. For an instant, her body hesitated, her blade trembling as if ashamed to be raised against such beauty.

Euphoria smiled. “Let’s start our romantic story.”

Then she moved. The goddess didn’t strike with weapons but with emotion itself. Threads of rose-colored light unspooled from her fingertips, slicing through the air like ribbons. Each carried an emotion—love, devotion, obsession, despair—and when they struck, they exploded into bursts of psychic heat that tried to burn through Lilith’s mind.

For a brief moment, Euphoria transformed into the most beautiful being in existence for Lilith. A person so beautiful that even thinking of hurting her seemed like a sin. 

Euphoria was already envisioning the result. Controlling Lilith now would be impossible, but it was just a seed, and once this seed was planted, she might be able to bring out a powerful warrior under her banner. 

Lilith, meanwhile, was feeling dirty. She knew love. She understood hate. This was why those fake emotions filling her heart made her despise Euphoria all the more. 

She understood that God could bring out mental interference, but at her level, it should not have affected her at this level. 

Euphoria was proving to be far more troublesome than anticipated. If it were a war, this move alone could change the entire battlefield.

Sadly for Euphoria, for one, this was not a wa,r and secondly

“Your power is just an inferior version of his.” She had already faced a far superior version when it came to emotion interference. 

Lilith surged. She stepped through them, her sword dragging a line of silver light across the air. The threads that tied her were all cut, and those approaching from afar were shredded. 

Severing the seven emotions was the very basis of swordmanship she learned in the past. 

Her mind was cold like steel. Her heart did not waver in the slightest. 

Her voice came low. “Love, hate—it’s all the same. There is nothing in this world I cannot cut. Not even the gods.”

Some might call her arrogant. But this was the belief she had decided to live by.

Euphoria’s smile wavered. “Impossible… How are you resisting me?” It was incomprehensible. A new god she might be, but how was Lilith able to resist her concept? 

For the first time since the start of the fight, Lilith laughed. Fate was truly mysterious, and Euphoria was simply unlucky. 

How could Lilith tell her that she was reborn and trained constantly in a dimension where inverting emotion was nothing but the most basic feature?

This fight might be far easier than she anticipated.