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

Chapter 610 A delightful little story about a hot spring

Forged through world-class achievements, Roy's soul shone with a purer and more resilient brilliance, shining brighter than the sun.

Because he has a new goal!

It's even grander than before, without the slightest confusion!

This transformation of self-transcendence was like the most conspicuous lighthouse in the vast darkness, instantly catching Freya's attention. She stared intently at Roy, her eyes revealing an unyielding love deep within.

However, unlike before when she was attracted by Roy's soul radiance, Freya is now deeply in love with Roy, and the soul radiance is just icing on the cake.

Freya was also looking forward to seeing how much Roy's soul radiance would rise if he completed the next two world-class feats. What a dazzling sight that would be! This thought made her heart tremble.

When Roy shouted "Return!" to Chaos.

The curtain of time and space quietly fell, and distorted ripples appeared nearby. The scene of the shattered town receded like the tide, replaced by the familiar, magnificent, and tranquil scenery of the heavens. This thrilling journey of fighting against the fallen gods and immortals across time came to an end.

Chaos's figure hovered in mid-air, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable penetrating power.

"Roy, congratulations on completing your tenth world-class feat and winning Ivelda's belt!"

This calm declaration resounded throughout the vast celestial realm, stirring up a thousand waves in the hearts of the gods.

The gods' feelings were incredibly complex.

When Roy, Loki, and Freya traveled to that era a thousand years ago, the "cognitive barrier" that shielded them from time and space quietly shattered, and fragments of memory flooded into their minds like a torrent. It turned out that they had already "knew" Roy a thousand years ago and had observed his battles.

However, due to the drastic changes in the world line, these memories were forcibly overwritten, becoming blurred or even completely forgotten, and only now have they been restored.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!"

Loki and Freya, upon returning to Celestial Realm, also regained their memories. Loki let out a displeased sound, his eyes flashing with surprise and doubt.

The realization and the anger of being fooled, being forced to forget important memories is so awful.

After the initial shock, Freya's love deepened in the depths of her beautiful eyes, but a hint of resentment also crept in. If she could resist the corrective force of time and space, she wouldn't have fought to the death with Roy in the early stages.

Gods are still good; as long as they reach that destined point in time, they can automatically retrieve their blocked memories. But mortals, with the shifting timelines, may never be able to awaken those memories in their entire lives.

After a brief moment of anger, the gods cheered and rejoiced. Countless gods were so excited that their faces turned red. It was rare to encounter something so interesting in the dull and boring heavens. They looked at Roy with anticipation. What surprises could this human bring?

Ignoring the excited gods, Roy focused on his goal, muttering to himself, "Next up is the eleventh world-class feat: forging a divine artifact!"

Chaos seemed to hear Roy muttering to himself: "Roy, you just fought those Titans, and you still have injuries from Hyperion. Rest first, there's no rush for the next great undertaking."

"That's not what you said before."

Roy spoke calmly, recalling how, after dealing with the fallen gods, Chaos had been eager for him to return to the heavens to continue his next world-class undertaking.

Chaos chuckled and said, "I was too impatient back then. The further the game goes, the more impatient you tend to be, and the more you want to push the story to the end as quickly as possible—Roy, you should be able to understand this feeling."

Roy was silent for a moment, then said calmly, "I understand. I've experienced that feeling of the game progress bar getting stuck at 99% before!"

Chaos laughed, "That's wonderful!"

Roy didn't argue with Chaos any further, but calmly accepted the suggestion to rest.

Hearing that Roy needed rest, the gods warmly invited him to their palaces. In an instant, gods from all the major pantheons...

They almost started fighting again; the strong smell of gunpowder filled the air and enveloped the heavens.

The many celestial beings in the heavens were dumbfounded at this scene. The fact that the gods could quarrel over such a trivial matter was astonishing. The last person with such status was Freya, who was showered with love and affection. Among humans, perhaps only Roy could achieve this.

Roy declined the gods' invitation.

Roy had already chosen a place to rest temporarily in his mind. He looked at Freya and said softly, "Can I still go to your palace? Just for a few days."

For a moment, Freya was stunned.

Roy's words triggered a tsunami in Freya's ears, enough to overwhelm her reason. Her beautiful eyes, which were full of charm, widened, her long eyelashes trembled, and her rosy lips parted slightly.

She truly hadn't expected that Roy would be willing to return to that palace. It wasn't that he had no choice; as long as Roy asked, the gods would be willing to open their doors. To put it another way, there was also Loki's palace.

Roy, of all people, chose her palace!

Freya nodded emphatically and smiled sincerely, "Yes, you can stay as long as you want!"

Roy didn't think too much about it; his idea was simple: "Loki, come here too!"

Loki's eyes widened, his hands covering what wasn't his... "You brat, you're going over there too? Aren't you..."

Are you that thirsty?

"???"

Roy looked like he had dozens of question marks popping up above his head. When he finally realized what he was thinking, he said with a dark face, "What are you thinking? Do you even have Astraea's strength?"

Loki looked down at his calm, flat plain, tears streaming down his face, and cried out, "You bastard, I'll beat you to death!" He pounded Roy's chest hard with his two little fists.

Fortunately, Loki didn't use his divine power, otherwise Roy would have been in serious trouble, especially since he was injured.

Under the envious gazes of the gods and fairies, Roy led the two goddesses further and further away.

call out!

Loki and Freya could use their divine power in the heavens without Roy having to lift a finger. Their divine power enveloped Roy, transforming him into a dazzling stream of light, and in the blink of an eye, they returned to the magnificent golden palace.

The serving fairies stood on both sides and knelt down in unison.

Roy saw several stone pillars standing beside a pool not far away, with seven or eight bloodied fairy spirits hanging from them, barely breathing. He asked curiously, "Freya, what happened there?"

Freya said, "It's just a little punishment for them knowingly failing to report certain idiots who acted on their own."

Roy understood. After his argument with Freya, he left the palace and was subsequently hunted down by more than a dozen high-ranking immortals who harbored resentment.

These fairies knew about this, but they kept it a secret from Freya.

"Forget it, it's not a big deal."

Roy waved his hand; he had already killed those fools, so there was no need to take his anger out on others.

Freya was very obedient. With a wave of her small hand, divine power surged, untying the light ropes binding the fairies: "Did you hear that? He's the one who saved you!"

The fairies that had fallen to the ground struggled to lift their heads, their eyes filled with gratitude as they looked at Roy.

Roy didn't care. These guys were Freya's fanatics, and all their actions were based on her. As long as he had a good relationship with Freya, she was an obedient tool; otherwise, she would become his enemy.

"Freya, can this palace shield Chaos's senses?" Roy asked in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, Loki and Freya exchanged a glance.

"Yes, Odin put a lot of thought into this palace. It's a world unto itself, and Chaos's senses can't even penetrate it!" Freya replied.

"That's good." Roy nodded. As expected of Odin's masterpiece.

Roy had heard from Astrea and Artemis that Odin had spared no expense in building this palace, spending countless hours, effort, and materials; it was a divine artifact in itself!

Essentially, this palace is a prison for Freya, possessing extremely strong restrictive power.

Roy chose to settle here because of this advantage; no other place has this advantage.

"You little brat, it seems you really dislike that Chaos guy," Loki said with a grin.

"It's not that I don't like it, I'm just a little wary."

Roy shook his head. This time travel journey made him notice a lot of anomalies, especially after returning to the Celestial Realm. Chaos's words to him to rest sounded just like someone trying to make amends after making a mistake.

Loki agreed wholeheartedly, saying, "I understand. That guy's power is equivalent to the heavens themselves; he's omnipresent. If there weren't special forces to shield him, just thinking about it would send chills down your spine!"

Cronus, who traveled through time, spoke with Roy, which Loki and Freya overheard. They understood that Roy was wary of Chaos.

"Your enemy is my enemy!"

Freya's clear purple eyes reflected Roy's face, revealing a resolute expression.

"It's not that exaggerated. Even if he's plotting something, he won't make a move anytime soon," Roy said, at least...

He will only reveal his true colors after he has accomplished twelve world-class feats, or even longer.

"Then let's enjoy this short but wonderful time!" Loki said with a carefree laugh.

"That's true!"

Roy's tense expression relaxed.

Fighting and maneuvering against the fallen gods and immortals was not as easy as he had imagined. Roy had nearly lost his life at least thirty times and was exhausted.

"Then I recommend a place to you." Freya smiled, a smile that carried a hint of mystery.

Spring water gushes forth from the bottom of the pool, steaming up milky white steam carrying a faint fragrance of flowers and herbs, making the entire bathhouse appear like a beautiful fairyland.

Roy leaned against the smooth pool wall, most of his body submerged in the warm spring water, only his broad shoulders and well-defined chest visible.

The gentle, warm water, imbued with the warmth of life and healing magic, soothes the skin perfectly.

"call!"

Roy closed his eyes, making a comfortable sound as his tense nerves relaxed.

He could clearly feel the special power in the hot spring transforming into countless gentle little hands, seeping into his body to heal his wounds, especially the injury to his abdomen left by the Hyperion death beam. The warm current silently resisted the power of the dark corruption.

Not only the physical body, but also the mental exhaustion and soul-shaking brought on by the series of fierce battles were soothed in the steamy heat and tranquility, and physical and mental strength rebounded, like a dry riverbed welcoming a trickle of water.

The effects of this spring are comparable to those of the sacred spring of the World Tree.

Back in the mortal realm, Roy couldn't bear to bathe in the World Tree's sacred spring, as that was a legendary resource. In the celestial realm, it was completely different; while not exactly ubiquitous, it wasn't nearly as precious.

Freya's recommendation is indeed excellent!

As Roy was enjoying a rare moment of relaxation, a soft sound came from the depths of the mist.

Roy didn't open his eyes; he knew who had come.

The mist was gently parted, and an exquisitely beautiful figure slowly appeared.

Freya wore a white tulle dress that was as thin as a cicada's wing and almost transparent. The skirt swayed gracefully with her steps, creating a breathtakingly beautiful effect.

The humid mist lingered around her, making her figure sometimes clear and sometimes hazy, but it did not diminish her captivating beauty in the slightest. Instead, it added a touch of mystery and allure to her.

Freya was barefoot, her ankles slender and fair, and every step she took was so noble and elegant.

"Sigh, this only applies to today!"

Roy knew Freya wouldn't be so honest. He sighed, still feeling a bit tired. Enjoying the hot spring, he was too lazy to argue with her.

Upon hearing this, Freya's expression brightened, and she happily walked behind Roy: "I'll help you scrub your back!"

Freya picked up a sponge soaked in precious perfume and wiped Roy's back. Her movements were not delicate, but rather clumsy, since she usually didn't need to do such things.

But this clumsiness isn't necessarily all bad.

Roy squinted, enjoying the service of the goddess of beauty.

"It must have hurt a lot when you were injured, right?" Freya's fingertips moved with the sponge, and when they touched the crisscrossing, varying depths of the scars on Roy's back, she paused, her eyes filled with heartache.

These scars were clearly the result of countless life-or-death battles in the past. They were densely distributed on Roy's broad back, like silent medals, or the marks of cruel fate.

"How do you think this came about—" Roy almost blurted out, these scars were also partly Freya's "contribution," but in the end he held it back.

Roy said with relief, "It's all in the past!"

An overwhelming surge of warmth and bittersweetness instantly shattered Freya's composure and defenses.

Freya lowered her beautiful eyes, and glistening tears quickly gathered in her breathtakingly beautiful eyes. A complex mix of emotions, including surprise, emotion, and joy, mingled together, making her extremely pitiful.

At this moment, Freya seemed not to be a goddess who ruled over love and beauty, but simply a woman deeply in love, overjoyed and weeping, bewildered yet incredibly happy.

Mist swirls around, and spring water gurgles.

Freya didn't speak, and Roy didn't turn around. Only the soft wiping sounds and the sound of hot spring water flowing intertwined in this tranquil space.