Do you all know the future?

Chapter 104 Moria's Breakdown
The gods accepted Diane's stalling tactics; after all, those who possessed the Holy Blood had the pride associated with it, and it was unlikely that they would immediately agree to anyone's request.

I definitely need to consider this carefully. If it were them, they wouldn't even bother to consider it. I have holy blood, a spiritual being destined to become a god. I'm not one of those angels or demigods whose lifespan is about to end and who will die if they don't break through. What can you gods give me?
With this in mind, many people, and even many gods, took action to figure out how to get Diane to agree—by force, threat, or temptation, anything was acceptable.

Needless to say, the evil gods, with their holy blood being the bane of evil spirits, would rather kill Diane than have another Greta-like figure appear. That would be too terrifying; the evil gods dared not even imagine Greta becoming a lesser god.

Everyone sprang into action, conspiring, colluding, terrorizing, and tempting, but Diane remained unmoved, enjoying the first-class treatment afforded to her by the royal family.

The head maid forbids Diane from cultivating in the Spirit Realm, fearing that Diane might die while cultivating, since every evil god and righteous god covets her child.

The gods, unable to catch Diane, did not give up. They reached out in various ways, inviting Diane under various pretexts, or hoping that the Queen would hold a banquet so that they could meet Diane.

"More, more, give it to me, don't give it to Bridget!"

The queen was domineering, savage, and wanted nothing more than to devour Diane whole.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you being so greedy today?"

Diane lay on her side, her upper body in Bridget's arms and her lower body between the Queen's legs, her heart resting on Bridget's belly, looking quite puzzled.

"It wasn't our ancestor who told me to spend more time with you... He wasn't confident he could protect you!"

The Queen's tone carried a hint of helplessness. Thanks to Queen Greta's advertising effect, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that the Holy Blood was the most spiritual thing in the material world, and every power would dream of obtaining it.

"Has it already gotten that dangerous? It's only been a few days, why are you in such a hurry?"

Diane smiled bitterly. He felt like a child carrying gold through a bustling city, where everyone was a hungry ghost.

"It's not that critical, but everyone wants you, darling, but only I have you!"

The Queen blinked and gave a proud smile, as if she were superior to everyone else.

"But you lack the confidence to hold on. Are you afraid?"

Diana touched the Queen's little belly; the Queen's belly was fleshy, yet smooth and flat.

"Don't push, you bastard! I'm not afraid at all. You know, the Arctic Church sent out invitations. Do you think they invited me?"

The Queen hesitated, her cold and dignified face flushing slightly at Diane's actions. She snorted and gritted her teeth as she spoke.

"The Arctic Church, what's going on? What business is it of theirs? Why don't you mention that China in the Eastern Continent also sent a note? It's utterly absurd!"

The connection between the Arctic and the western continent is only for a short period of time in the summer, and is not as close as that between the eastern continent and the western continent. They are just a little closer together.

"The Eastern Continent? They're just a little slower. Look at your appearance, it's only a matter of time. They're even more convincing."

The Queen stroked Diane's face. It was reasonable for the Eastern Continent to recruit Diane. According to Uti, when Diane unified the material world, she used her appearance to impersonate a member of the royal family in the Eastern Continent to launch a war of unification.

"It's really embarrassing to be so popular. Now I can't cultivate anymore, and I can't even go out."

Diane patted her face, showing a headache. She had imagined this situation, but actually facing it was really exhilarating.

What's so fun about being out there? There are books, beautiful women, and several beauties taking turns to be with you. What's wrong with that? If it weren't for the immense pressure and coercion from the gods, Diane felt he could enjoy this wonderful life for the rest of his life.

"So recently I've been planning to build a simulated spiritual realm environment for you to cultivate in. After all, if you pretend to enter the spiritual realm, who knows what strange and wonderful things you might discover."

When the Queen revealed her plans, Diane was stunned. Her comfortable vacation was over, and she had to start studying and cultivating again?
"Building this kind of environment must have cost a lot!"

Diane wasn't against this kind of thing, but she was a little disappointed that she couldn't enjoy those wonderful days for longer.

"There are many, but none are as important as you. As long as you are still in Tudor, it's not a loss no matter what."

The Queen has a keen eye for value; in short, Diane is worth it.

"Didn't you just think you couldn't protect me? That you might be forced to hand over me, this prince? Why are you now willing to spend so much money to train me?"

Diane nudged Bridget's belly, and the Queen could feel it.

"I am also conflicted. On one hand, I tell myself that it is futile, but on the other hand, I hope that my prince can work a miracle. If you persevere to the end, I will also protect you with my life!"

The Queen's determination has always been firm, but the pressure from reality is too great. Deep down, she desperately hopes that Diane can win, but rationally she feels that it is unlikely.

"Just do your best, don't force it or demand it. I wonder which god will make the first move. I'm quite looking forward to it."

Diane chuckled. He knew that if he kept dragging it out like this, someone would eventually give in. And it seemed that someone had already done so. Many people knew the principle of striking first, and they were just waiting to take Diane in.

"Goddess of Love, Goddess of the Moon, let me think... Mother Earth, these have a high probability of attacking; they might be very interested in your seed!"

The Queen clamped Diane's legs together, as if Diane was afraid that these queens would take her away.

"They are all married women. Wake up! The Moon Goddess is portrayed as a chaste woman. How dare you blaspheme against the gods? So you're not afraid because it's not your state religion?"

Diane felt that he was being serious, and then the Queen suddenly turned to something vulgar. How was he supposed to describe that?

The plot immediately shifted from a power struggle to everyday family matters, which Diane found rather cringe-worthy.

"According to Uti, these three gods eventually became your weapons. I don't think they were very virtuous; they just didn't offer high prices!"

The Queen muttered a complaint under her breath, which Diane overheard perfectly. She was speechless, though she thought the gods had very low standards, she never expected them to be so unpredictable.

"Send beautiful women to seduce me? No one is as beautiful as my Queen, I won't take them."

Diane chuckled and joked. He had seen all the top beauties, and he didn't care for ordinary beauties. For example, none of the Tudor ladies could arouse Diane's interest.

“To deal with you would be to send your subordinates. That would be disrespectful to the Holy Blood, and also to me and Isabella.”

The queen's eyes gleamed; ordinary beauty wouldn't catch her husband's eye. She needed something more powerful, something even more irresistible, to seduce him.

"You mean the gods themselves are involved? No way, no way, wouldn't their husbands be furious? The wives are going to seduce men."

Diane shook her head, making Bridget's stomach tickle. Bridget pressed Diane's head down and scratched her chin.

"It shouldn't matter, right? If the incarnation of the Descendant really pulls you into their camp and makes you fight personally, it seems, it seems, it's not impossible!" The Queen put herself in the shoes of these gods. Chastity is valuable, but compared to Diane, it doesn't seem to be that valuable, at least not as valuable as Diane.

Diane's value depends on the extent of the differences in opinion among the gods. Compared to Queen Greta, it's a battle between a lesser god and a chief god. Adding a future chief god's subordinate is no big deal, especially since the god of life's hair is green.

Even if it's just an ordinary god, it's still a sharp sword for attacking the abyss, worthy of its master's careful polishing and worth fighting for.

"What a mad world! Everyone's gone insane!"

Diane swallowed hard. This bewitched world was truly terrifying. He already knew that the Holy Blood was precious, but he still underestimated the greed of these people.

"It's not that they're crazy; on the contrary, the gods are very clear-headed. They know the benefits of having you as their subordinate god, how much profit is involved, and how it can maintain their status. Therefore, they are willing to pay an equivalent price. What they fear most is that some people are not clear-headed, do not understand their own value, and keep demanding more."

The Queen lifted Diane's hand and kissed the back of it. These people, of course, did not include her beloved husband, who was her priceless treasure.

"Really? I still think that's too much. Are these gods really that shameless?"

Thinking purely about self-interest, without any regard for marital affection, these are the ruthless, domineering female protagonists, the bad women who know their limits and how to weigh gains and losses.

"Does my darling think I'm just making things up?"

The Queen chuckled. Diane didn't say anything, but he felt a little uneasy, and his eyes held a hint of suspicion, even though he also thought these gods were all bitches.

"Look at this, several church members are giving blessings to the Tudor ladies. What do you think they're trying to do?"

The Queen waved her hand gently, and a clear ice mirror appeared in front of Diane, showing a scene of women entering the Church of Love.

"So, my prince, don't pick wildflowers indiscriminately, or you might end up being held responsible by some deity."

The Queen's icy blue eyes held a hint of mockery as she warned Diane against letting lust cloud her judgment.

"This is just a honey trap. Don't worry, it won't happen. I've already won over two of the three beauties of our empire, and I'm very satisfied."

Diane thought about the common scams back home and immediately understood.

"So you still have your eye on Lady Eve, huh? The Goddess of Prophecy? She's someone you could ally with, but I'll still need to discuss this with your own god!"

The Queen gave Diane a reproachful look, squeezed his hand, as if she could read his mind.

"I'm innocent! I really didn't mean that!"

Why doesn't anyone believe Diane's sincerity? He likes Mrs. Eve, but he hasn't reached the point where he wants to control her. He just thinks she's a very nice woman.

“Whether you have this idea or not, Uti has already told me. But you deserve it. You can pluck the empire’s delicate flower at will, because you are my prince.”

The Queen didn't believe Diane's words. Whether it was meaningful or not, she could just ask about the future.

"Hehe, I thought you were going to say I have holy blood."

The word "Holy Blood" weighed heavily on Diane's mind; it was exactly the situation Margaret had been in—the word "Holy Blood" summed it all up.

"It's not because you have holy blood that I like you. I simply love you, just like I love Isabella. I don't want my love for you to be stolen by holy blood!"

The Queen proudly turned her head away. The value of the Holy Blood was the value of the Holy Blood. Even without the Holy Blood, she would still marry Diane, overcoming numerous obstacles.

"I know, I know, Tatiana likes me, and I like Tatiana too... You agree, right, Bridget?"

He continued to nuzzle the mature woman's belly, which was soft and had little excess fat.

"How can you ask that? Wait, what are you looking at? Do you see anything wrong?"

The mature woman pouted and, seeing Diane's pupils contract, thought she had discovered something.

"No, I just spotted a familiar face."

Diane saw the fleeting scene and didn't care. Since Loran, as the person involved, had let it go, Diane didn't need to dwell on it either. She didn't know if Loran's retaliation had started yet, but judging from Moria's expression in the scene, she didn't seem very happy.

Moria emerged from the temple of the Earth Mother Goddess with a very unpleasant expression; her entire face was hidden in shadow, looking sinister and terrifying.

Loran did not seek revenge on her family. Loran planned to seize power and become strong first, but Moria was already insanely jealous.

It wasn't hatred, it was jealousy, and jealousy far outweighed hatred. Especially after watching Diane and the Queen's wedding, she was so jealous she practically ground her teeth to powder.

Lorraine's attitude shows that he knew about Diane's spirituality from the beginning, but he didn't tell her and let her insult him. In Diane's eyes, Lorraine never changed and he recognized her spiritual lineage.

It was normal for Lorraine to kneel at the feet of the noble and spiritual Diane; there was nothing wrong with that. The problem was that she shouldn't have been used as a stepping stone. She and Nix were like clowns, highlighting Lorraine's presence, which was why Moria couldn't accept it. She felt that she had been deceived by Lorraine.

Don't laugh, this is her logic, which others can't understand. If you can understand it, then you're one of her kind.

"What's wrong with me that all these goddesses are rejecting me?"

Moria's appearance is not bad, otherwise she would not have gained Loran's approval in her previous life, and would not have attracted so many suitors.

She gazed at the temple statues, the curved ram horns, the loving ewe. She had been to all the temples, and this was the last one. No goddess was willing to descend upon her and use her as an earthly vessel.

Even though she was one of the most beautiful women in Tudor, she didn't catch the eye of the gods, giving her the opportunity to take revenge on Loran.

It was as if she was isolated from the gods, or perhaps the gods did not think her body could tempt Diane, so none of them chose her.

The reasons for refusing were all similar: they didn't think it was appropriate, and they didn't know if the gods knew about her past conflict with Diane.

"It's alright. They don't want you, but I do. You don't need to do anything; you can enjoy the glory of the Devouring Lord."

The evil god's seduction was like a heart-piercing curse. Moria, whose defenses had been breached by the temple, closed her eyes. This feeling of being needed was good. She decided to listen to what the evil god had to say.

"Don't you want revenge on Loran? He's caused you to be excluded from social circles and isolated by everyone. He's prevented you from getting close to His Majesty..."

(End of this chapter)