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

Why?

The dark golden spear pierced through Cronus's chest, drawing blood. It wasn't fatal, but it seemed to possess some strange power, causing Cronus to lose all his strength.

After all, only he knew his own fatal weakness!

Kronos's aura had weakened to the extreme, completely lacking the domineering and arrogant power he had displayed just moments before, the power that had defeated six fallen immortals with a mere wave of his hand. His face was contorted with rage as he questioned his transmigrated self.

"Why? Why? Why?!"

Kronos's furious voice grew louder and louder, each note a heart-wrenching, resounding cry that shook the very heavens and sent shivers down everyone's spines. Kronos, from a different timeline, offered no explanation. He knew that no matter what he said, his counterpart at this point in time could not be persuaded. Time was like a circle; the Kronos who had traveled through time had been stabbed in the same way back then. He, too, had not understood then. But when he learned the truth, he resolutely returned here, shooting himself in the back, because Roy could not stop here!

"Step back, I don't need you to do anything more!" The time-traveling Kronos grabbed the spear and flung himself at this point in time towards the bottom of the abyss.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!"

Cronus's eyes widened in fury, and he roared in defiance. He reached out to grab the sky, but he drifted further and further away from that magnificent sky. His body fell uncontrollably into the abyss, all the way to the depths of the underground city.

The sudden turn of events left everyone speechless.

No one expected that Cronus would be defeated by his time-traveling self. Is this the downside of wielding the power of "time"? His future self will influence the past.

Then, the remaining Cronus looked at Roy: "Move forward, this isn't your destination!"

All eyes turned to Roy.

"Then you can take care of these guys for me while you're at it!" Roy signaled to Rhea, Crios, Hyperion, and Tethys Rhea, Crios, and the others who were watching them intently from a distance, and they instantly became alert, staring coldly at Cronus.

"I really want to do that, but this is the limit!" Kronos's voice sounded weak.

"Cough! Cough!"

Kronos coughed violently, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. A bloody, penetrating wound appeared on his chest, the injury he had inflicted on himself at this point in time, perfectly replicated onto his own body. This was the wonder of the laws of time.

Rhea, Crios, and the others breathed a sigh of relief; it was good that Cronus couldn't fight!

"Roy, this is the final warning, do not trust Chaos!" Cronus said gravely.

Roy frowned.

After saying this, Cronus could no longer hold on. His body gradually became ethereal and eventually turned into starlight and vanished completely. It was unclear whether he returned to his original point in time or died completely.

As the two Kronos left the battlefield, a long, deathly silence fell. Everyone racked their brains trying to figure out why things had turned out this way. As they thought about it, everyone's gaze returned to Roy, their eyes filled with shock, disbelief, and incredulity. Kronos had come back here specifically to shoot himself for this young man!

Why would they do this?!

Everyone present, even the gods, was utterly baffled and developed a strong curiosity about Roy, as if they had stumbled upon some incredible secret. However, for Roy, this curiosity brought not only benefits but also much trouble!

"Hahahahahahaha!"

Hyperion let out a wild laugh, drawing everyone's attention.

The handsome man suppressed a laugh, but the corners of his mouth couldn't be hidden: "Although I don't know how it happened, it was a perfect result. Kronos defeated six troublesome guys and made a glorious exit. The stage is now ours!"

The six fallen angels—Themis, Oceanus, Coeus, Iapetus, Theia, and Mnemosyne—were severely damaged, while Rhea, Clios, Hyperion, and Tethys suffered almost no harm.

This is the reality on the battlefield!

"Damn it, that guy Cronus, if you're going to transmigrate, just transmigrate already! Would it kill you to come sooner?!" Loki cursed viciously. Roy secretly shook his head. It probably wasn't Cronus's fault. The two were of equal strength, and it wouldn't be easy for him to launch a sneak attack. At this point in time, Cronus had just defeated six fallen gods and immortals, and there was no one on the field who could threaten him, which was why he had let his guard down.

Perhaps this is the inevitability of fate!

The remaining Rhea, Crios, Hyperion, and Tethys are left for them to deal with. Although the four fallen gods are equally troublesome, the most powerful and troublesome Cronus has already been dealt with.

"I'll interrogate you thoroughly until you spill everything you know, including how you obtained the power of the earth through such despicable means!" Rhea stared coldly at Roy, her eyes gleaming with cruelty.

"You brat, you were so arrogant before!"

Tethys grinned maliciously. She wasn't that magnanimous; Roy had made a sarcastic remark to her earlier, and she still held a grudge.

Faced with the relentless pressure from Rhea, Hyperion, and Tethys, Roy's eyes sharpened. At this point, it was time to unleash his decisive trump card.

It was as if there was a telepathic connection between the two.

A dreamlike, soft purple light burst forth from afar, piercing through the raging torrents of divine power, the acrid smoke, and the gloomy haze on the battlefield, like an invisible hand soothing all the wounds and frenzy.

Whether it was Themis and the others who were seriously injured and lying on the ground, or Rhea and the other fallen gods who were full of murderous intent, or Roy, Albert and the others who were on high alert, their eyes were involuntarily drawn to that light.

Swish!

Where the light converged, the surrounding space rippled outwards like gentle, beautiful waves, filled with a sweet and intoxicating fragrance of love, desire, abundance, complexity, and abundance, instantly permeating the entire battlefield and overpowering the stench of blood and scorched earth.

A stunningly beautiful figure came into view.

Freya!

She had a graceful figure, wore a gorgeous long dress, her snow-white neck was as beautiful as a swan's, her silver hair cascaded down like a waterfall, flowing with a soft luster, and her eyes held the deep pools of spring water and autumn moon. Every glance she gave was full of charm.

When Freya appeared on the battlefield, it was as if the noisy and chaotic world fell silent.

"The second deity to descend to the mortal realm without permission is Freya?!" Rhea's mind was filled with shock.

The fallen gods could no longer hide their shock.

At the same time, they quickly realized that unlike Loki, who was a weakling who could only talk big after descending to the mortal realm, Freya possessed powerful "combat strength." Her beauty was one of the most dangerous weapons in the world, and the fallen gods revealed deep fear and complexity in their eyes.

They wanted to strike first, but it was too late!

Freya's beautiful eyes swept across the battlefield. When she saw Roy, the corners of her delicate lips curled up slightly. Then, she parted her lips slightly, and her voice, though not loud, clearly reached everyone's ears, containing an irresistible, bewitching charm.

"Surrender!"

These three simple words caused the fallen gods and immortals to change their expressions drastically, especially Rhea and the others.

The instant she finished speaking, Freya burst forth with an unparalleled, dazzling purple light.

This light is Freya's full-force power of beauty, a "bewitching light" that combines all the love, beauty, temptation, and absolute dominance in the world.

It awakens the deepest desires and instincts within people's souls!

It evokes the most primal love, the most devout worship, the most willing devotion, abandoning all resistance and becoming a slave to the goddess of beauty! Countless beautiful illusions seem to flow within the depths of the light—eternal joy, supreme love, abundance that satisfies all desires, and the unparalleled glory of surrendering to Freya.

"Ughhhhhh!"

"Can't you avoid it even if you turn your eyes away?!"

"That wretched Freya, she even seduces us?"

The fallen gods and immortals looked extremely pale, letting out mournful screams. Their eyes turned red, and they turned their heads away or closed their eyes, but that domineering and alluring power penetrated all physical barriers and acted directly on their souls.

Freya didn't even spare Themis and the others.

All the fallen gods and immortals present trembled, their faces contorted with a mixture of struggle and succumb to despair, their remaining consciousness slowly sinking into darkness. Rhea was enraged. With a single, clenched fist, earthen-yellow divine power gathered frantically, solidifying into a rock spear with dark red lava patterns flowing across its surface, its tip gleaming with a cold light like the light of shattered stars.

"Freya, die!!"

Rhea planted her feet firmly in the ground and used all her strength to throw the rock spear in her hand.

The instant the rock spear left his hand, a sharp, soul-tearing sound transformed into a continuous spatial wail. Wherever the spear passed, it left an unhealable, pitch-black trail, burning with raging flames. Its speed was so fast that it could not be caught by the naked eye, heading straight for Freya!

Freya stood still, her violet eyes calmly watching the destructive spear that was tearing through space and hurtling towards her. There was no panic on her beautiful face; she couldn't dodge it, nor did she need to.

Swish!

At the critical moment, Roy arrived.

By using the magical essence within the magical item "Magic Energy Orb," one can evade the influence of the gods and unleash magic. Roy's failure to attempt to block the rock spear hurled by Rhea in her rage was clearly futile.

Roy's large hand swiftly and powerfully reached out and embraced Freya's slender waist.

Transfer to a higher position!

Spatial magic was activated, and ripples of water appeared, engulfing the two figures. A second before the rock spear arrived, they suddenly became blurred like illusory phantoms and then completely disappeared from the spot.

Rumble!!

Rhea's rock spear, imbued with rage and divine power, slammed into the earth with unstoppable force, almost grazing the afterimages of the two who had vanished.

The terrifying energy contained within the rock spear erupted instantly.

A deafening roar erupted, and the earth struck by the rock blast instantly created a massive hole, thousands of meters in diameter, filled with violent energy, destroying the surrounding trees, rocks, and everything else.

The terrifying destructive power of the rock spear had nothing to do with Roy and Freya; they appeared unharmed atop a towering rock peak in the opposite direction. "Am I late?" Freya straightened her slightly disheveled skirt and hair, looking at Roy's profile, her beautiful eyes filled with endless love.

"No, you've come at the perfect time!"

Roy released his large hand from Freya's waist. The timing of her grab was perfect; she had jumped out and used her charm as soon as Kronos left the scene. "That's good. It's my happiness to be able to help you," Freya said with a joyful smile.

Roy looked away, somewhat unable to meet Freya's eyes, which were filled with intense emotion.

"Ughhhhhh!"

Freya's allure continued to exert its power, eroding the minds of the fallen gods and immortals. Relying on their strong willpower and divine power to protect themselves, they were barely able to resist. Although they had not yet completely charmed the fallen gods and immortals, they were already weakening their power. For example, if Rhea had not been affected and her divine power had not become disordered and out of control, the rock spear she threw would probably have been faster than Roy's spatial teleportation, killing Freya first.

The speed of spatial transfer is undeniable; the real difference lies in Roy's and the god's reactions. In the god's eyes, he was almost motionless. Now, Freya's allure has made up for that difference.

While resisting the allure, Rhea stared intently at the composed Freya and Roy, her anger blazing like a tangible flame. Roy didn't hesitate, saying, "Freya, dispel the enchantment from Themis and the others."

"good!"

Without a word, Freya carried out Roy's instructions, glancing at Themis and Oceanus, who were struggling in agony and on the verge of losing consciousness. Themis, Oceanus, Coeus, Iapetus, Theia, and Mnemosyne, now freed from the spell, lay on the ground, drenched in sweat and almost paralyzed, their eyes filled with deep gratitude as they looked at Roy. No one likes being enslaved or manipulated, and they were no exception; Roy had saved their dignity.

Roy looked at Freya in surprise. She carried out his orders so decisively, silencing any words he wanted to use to persuade her. Freya seemed to know what Roy was thinking and smiled, "Even if you just see me as a convenient woman, that's fine, as long as you keep me by your side."

Roy opened his mouth, unsure of what to say.

The two didn't lower their voices when they spoke; Freya even deliberately raised her voice to assert her dominance. Everyone present was no ordinary person, and they could all hear Roy and Freya's conversation.

Celia and the others were amazed; such a beautiful woman was so devoted, anyone would be moved.

Little did the fallen gods and immortals know, they stared in disbelief at the gentle Freya. Was this really the Freya they knew? What had she been transformed into? She was the beautiful witch who could wreak havoc on the heavens at any moment!

"Tch, they really know how to play games!" Loki had already seen through everything, curled his lip, and made a disdainful sound.

Clearly, after going through so much, Freya has finally mastered the method to win over Roy. Since he is resistant to gentleness but not force, she will accumulate favors with him. When the favors are not repaid, she will have no choice but to repay them with her body!