In this chaotic world, it all started when they found an elf girl.

With a single blow, Rhea was sent flying. Roy and Riveria escaped the Underworld and fled, their figures quickly disappearing into the corridor leading to the seventy-second floor. This decision was absolutely correct. With countless buffs stacked on, and even using a divine artifact to gain ten thousand times the attribute, Roy was confident he could instantly kill even the former Black Dragon. But it wasn't enough to kill a true god!

"cough!"

Rhea lay sprawled in the deep cave, her cheeks slightly flushed. She appeared only lightly injured, yet the injuries were still shocking. In the instant she regained her senses, Rhea used her divine power to create a protective barrier, but Roy managed to break through it.

If the numerical difference weren't so great, the "Godslayer" skill could have helped Roy kill her on the spot.

At this moment, Rhea's attention wasn't on the fleeing Roy and Riveria; her anger was directed at the one who had ambushed her. Her face contorted with rage, she forced out each word through clenched teeth: "Kronos!"

Only gods of the same rank can plot against gods!

If Kronos hadn't intervened, Roy's attack wouldn't have even touched the hem of her clothes.

A strange black figure emerged from the shadows. The eerie blue light from the stone wall illuminated his appearance. He was a handsome young man of about twenty-four or twenty-five, but he looked older than his age. A look of sorrow often lingered between his brows, somewhat resembling Uranus, who hid in the underground city praying with deep resentment.

"What are you doing?"

Rhea questioned him coldly, her whole demeanor like that of an enraged lioness. If Kronos's answer did not satisfy her, she would rush up and tear him to pieces.

"You didn't understand the situation."

Kronos sighed softly, saying helplessly, "Why torture him? There are so many ways: dispel the underworld, take them to deeper levels, use that elf as leverage..."

Rhea was puzzled. Why would a goddess go to such lengths? Her anger burned even brighter until Cronus spoke next. Cronus said calmly, "Blinded by trivial emotions, unable to hear the cries of the children?"

Rhea was stunned. When she turned around, the soul light that emerged from the stone wall was as bright as a ghostly blue flame. It was the heretics Reed, Rey, Guros, and Asterios...

"The Fallen Goddess Rhea!"

The heretics' souls stared intently at Rhea, their eyes filled with rage.

In fact, they had always been there, but they were controlled by the power of the underworld and could not make a sound or help Roy. They could only watch silently as Roy and Riveria were in danger, struggling in despair and pain, and Roy being brutally ravaged by Rhea.

With each fall, each brutal murder, the heretics' fists clenched tighter in the shadows, their souls trembling with rage. He was killed over a hundred times!

The heretics witnessed Roy's inhuman suffering and torment, his recurring despair, and felt it deeply. Rhea's indifference and cruelty towards life only fueled their rage.

The vast cave was utterly silent.

The anger was silent and suppressed, yet it gradually boiled and accumulated in the hearts of the heretics like underground magma. Rhea met the heretics' gazes, regaining some composure, but she still didn't believe she had done anything wrong, coldly saying, "Kronos, is this the reason you're going to stop me?"

Seeing that Rhea still couldn't understand the situation, Kronos sighed, utterly exhausted. She had completely lost her mind because of Roy's usurpation of the Earth's power; despite having countless ways to solve the problem, Rhea had chosen the worst one.

"Hmph!" Rhea snorted and walked upstairs.

Cronus asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Of course, we should go after them!"

Rhea didn't turn back, about to enter the stairwell leading to the seventy-second floor. Seeing that Rhea was still going to chase Roy and Riveria, the heretics panicked and turned to Cronus for help.

Kronos had no choice but to raise his hand, unleashing an invisible force of rules that trembled the space. The enraged Rhea was instantly frozen in place: "That won't do!" "You want to fight me?"

Rhea was unable to move and forced herself to turn around, her ferocious gaze fixed on Kronos.

Kronos remained unfazed: "Figure out what you should be doing right now!"

Rumble! Rumble!!

As if fulfilling Cronus's words, a series of violent tremors and booms echoed from the deepest part of the dungeon, sounding like agonizing cries. Rhea's crimson eyes, previously clouded by murderous intent, instantly cleared, her pupils dilating violently. She clutched her chest, feeling a piercing, excruciating pain as if it were her own. "Why is it so painful? What happened?" Rhea's face showed unprecedented panic.

"Go, she needs your company!" Kronos said, something he couldn't do himself.

Without hesitation, Rhea rushed towards the deepest floor of the dungeon, leaving behind a harsh remark before departing: "Their deaths will only be delayed by two days."

Cronus replied, "That's none of my business."

As Rhea left, the tension in the Underworld gradually dissipated, and the heretics looked at Kronos with gratitude in their eyes. If Rhea had caught up with them, Roy and Riveria would have been in grave danger!

"No need for that. I'm not acting on your behalf," Kronos said quietly.

Only he knew how dangerous it had been just now. Rhea had gone too far, and the dungeon almost collapsed!

Heretics played a significant role in this.

Kronos gazed at the souls of the heretics with a complex expression. The identities of these intelligent monsters were more complicated than she had imagined, yet she took them so seriously. Simply put, they were "new humans"!

The gods and the children of the underworld played happily for thousands of years, a veritable paradise. But those trapped in the underground city were not content, and so intelligent monsters were born.

After they destroy the gods and the humans who colluded with them, these intelligent monsters will go to the surface to live as a new species, replacing humans and turning the surface into their paradise.

Essentially, it's about envying and being jealous of those despicable gods having so much fun on Earth...

These intelligent monsters can also be considered her children.

Rhea brutally ravaged Roy, and the cries and anguish of the heretics reached the deepest floors.

Because of her child's call, she... that is, the "Dungeon," became confused, and Kronos had to intervene to stop the headstrong Rhea.

Kronos frowned. Roy had further seized the power of the earth, and he could see the future more and more unclearly. Just who was this person? Perhaps he was already caught up in the situation.

On the other hand...

Roy and Riveria successfully escaped the Underworld and returned to the 72nd floor of the labyrinth through the passage. The floors damaged by Oceanus have not been fully repaired yet, but this does not hinder their ability to transfer between floors using spatial abilities.

Transfer to a higher level...

Roy grabbed Rivera's small hand, about to activate spatial magic to teleport to the upper level, when at that very moment, an unexpected accident occurred. An intense, overwhelming fatigue swept through his body; every cell in Roy's body resisted, like a dried-up riverbed that could no longer draw water. "Ugh!"

Roy's vision went black, and he collapsed forward.

"Roy?" In her haste, Rivera pulled Roy over and used herself as a cushion to catch him.

Roy tried out the face wash, and Riveria's soft, delicate body emitted a faint, enchanting fragrance. But at this moment, he simply didn't have the energy to think about those things. Without the blessing of "Netherworld Soul Chaser," he could only be described as completely exhausted.

Looking back at the enemies along the way, none of them were easy to deal with. Rhea even squeezed Roy's last bit of potential, causing him to die hundreds of times and use artifacts with extremely strong side effects, before finally opening the escape route.

Three Emperors Contract: The Transcendent!

Only gods can unleash the full power of a divine artifact, but this artifact has no level restrictions. Where in the world is there such a good thing? Huge benefits coexist with unknown risks, and the side effects are even more obvious.

Pushing his body beyond its limits, the lingering evil consciousness of the Black Dragon, Leviathan, and Behemoth erodes his soul, posing a double risk to both his body and mind! Under normal circumstances, Roy would not care at all.

Could the remnants he defeated possibly rebel? But right now, he's in extremely poor condition.

"I'm sorry..." Roy lay in Riveria's arms, his eyes devoid of their usual luster, his chapped lips barely moving to utter a whispered sound. "It's alright, I'll protect you from now on!"

Rivera hugged Roy tightly, her voice choked with emotion, tears glistening in her eyes.

Roy went completely black and lost consciousness.

Rivera gently stroked Roy's handsome, angular face. She felt both touched and heartbroken that he had gotten himself into this state for her sake. "Phew!"

Rivera didn't hesitate for long. After all, this was the deepest part of the dungeon, and accidents could happen at any time. She had to protect Roy. Even if it cost her own life!

Rivera bound Roy tightly to her back with a ribbon, held the staff "Great Elf" in her left hand, and gripped the elven holy sword, which had been shattered by Rhea and was slowly being repaired, in her right hand before embarking on her journey home.

They trudged step by step, laboriously making their way through the seventy-first floor… the sixty-eighth floor… the sixty-third floor… the fifty-eighth floor… the fifty-second floor… the forty-ninth floor… the forty-first floor… the thirty-seventh floor… the thirty-third floor…

In his last moments before falling into a coma, Roy commanded all monsters not to attack the two of them.

However, newly created monsters are not subject to this command.

Therefore, the journey home was anything but easy. LV.8 Rivera nearly lost her life several times, but Roy behind her remained unharmed. When Roy awoke and regained consciousness, he was greeted by a vibrant, endless sea of ​​flowers and a sky full of dazzling stars. The picturesque night view was immediately recognizable to Roy, an experienced adventurer, as the 28th floor of the Labyrinth Garden.

Safe floors where monsters will not spawn.

Roy breathed a sigh of relief, took out the magic stone pocket watch from his spatial ring, glanced at it, and realized that he had been unconscious for more than twenty hours and had not been eaten by monsters in the dungeon. It was truly a miracle.

"Rivia..."

Roy snapped out of his daze and scanned his surroundings, but did not see the beautiful and noble elf.

The underworld is chasing souls!

Roy activated his skill and, relying on his familiarity with Riveria, quickly pinpointed her location. She was only two hundred meters away. He was so worried that he didn't even need his skill to detect her at that distance.

The entire floor was deserted. Few adventurers could even reach the twenty-eighth floor, and with the threat of the fallen immortals, no one was willing to stay. As Roy walked forward, Rivera, who was gathering wild berries in the flower field, noticed the movement. Her face lit up with joy, but the joy quickly vanished, and she asked calmly, "You're awake. How are you?"

"very good!"

Roy replied that during his unconsciousness, Rivera had probably used healing magic on him quite a few times, and his condition had recovered to about 60%. "That's good." Rivera, carrying the wild berries she had gathered, walked towards the makeshift tent, giving off an air of hasty retreat. Roy keenly sensed Rivera's unusual mood and swiftly reached out to grab the soft, boneless hand that brushed past him. "Hmm?"

Rivera looked puzzled.

Roy asked, "What's bothering you?"

Rivera stiffened, but feigned composure: "What could I possibly be worried about? You're overthinking it."

Roy remained silent, simply staring intently at her.

Time slipped by unnoticed. After a dozen seconds, Rivera couldn't take it anymore; her facade crumbled under Roy's intense gaze. The two sat beside the flowers, gazing at the starry sky.

"After escaping danger, I can't help but overthink things. What should I do now?" Riveria sighed. "Loki has returned me to the heavens. Should I join another clan with Finn and the others? Or, speaking of which, it's been a long time since I've seen my father."

Having been abducted by Loki and away from the Elven King's Forest for nearly thirty years, Riveria wandered from place to place. Although life was hard and troublesome, and occasionally accompanied by sadness, she lived each day to the fullest and was very content.

Loki's return of Celestials had a huge impact!

What would become of the remaining Loki Familia members? And what about their individual fates? Rivera was utterly lost, even anxious. Roy could sense Rivera's inner turmoil.

Roy didn't want to, and couldn't, avoid this point, extending his hand to her: "Riveria, join the Astrea Familia!" Hearing this, Riveria blinked innocently and smiled wryly: "Roy, don't you think it's a bit cunning of you to invite me to join the Familia at this time?" "Yes, this is taking advantage of a weakness!"

Roy's eyes remained fixed on Riveria, his heart, which had been broken and reassembled hundreds of times, pounding violently for a completely different emotion.

A torrent of emotions, burning hot, urgent, as if breaking free of all constraints. Having experienced a true trial by fire, he wanted no more hesitation or wavering. "Let's put it another way!"

Roy stepped forward, closing the final distance between himself and Rivera, close enough to see her trembling eyelashes and feel her warm, disordered breath: "Rivera, I love you!"

It's not a subtle request like "Can you give me your everything?" These four simple words are the most direct, frank, and passionate confession.

Rivera's body trembled violently, her emerald pupils contracting sharply to clearly reflect Roy's earnest and affectionate face so close to hers. The surrounding things, sounds, and sights faded rapidly; her world consisted only of this earth-shattering confession and the burning flame in Roy's eyes that seemed to melt her. Her heart trembled.

Her mind went completely blank!

Shyness, panic, disbelief, immense surprise, and even deeper, surging emotions... countless feelings crashed against her defenses like a tsunami, creating a stormy sea that left her almost unable to think, only able to stare blankly at Roy in front of her.

"Feelings are selfish. Even if it's a despicable attempt to take advantage of me, I don't want to give you up to someone else!"

Roy lowered his head and kissed Riveria's slightly parted pink lips with gentle yet firm movements. If she didn't want to, she could have easily pushed him away, but she didn't.

The moment their lips touched, Rivera trembled violently, feeling a passion she had never experienced before.

The warm, soft touch on his lips, mingled with the faint scent of blood and dust emanating from Roy, strangely carried a reassuring power. Roy's kiss was not passionate, but cautious, as if he were touching the most precious treasure in the world.

The initial stiffness lasted only a few seconds.

Immediately afterwards, something taut broke within Riveria's body. All the strength she had been holding on to, the fear of dying countless times because of Roy coming down to save her, the despair of being in dire straits, and the dizziness of being overwhelmed by immense happiness at this moment... all of it turned into scalding liquid, bursting through the dam of her eyes.

Crystal-clear tears slid down Rivera's fair and beautiful cheeks, landing between their tightly pressed lips, warm and salty. Through her tear-blurred vision, she saw Roy's bright eyes, so close yet so tender.

Rivera's body gradually relaxed, and she began to awkwardly and tremblingly try to respond to Roy's kiss, her small hands wrapping around his strong waist. At this moment, the atmosphere reached its climax.

Their eyes met, reflecting each other's images, filled with unreserved affection.

This deserted floor is their world. Amidst a sea of ​​fluttering flowers, with a shy murmur, Riveria blooms with her own vibrant flower, maturing into adulthood.