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Chapter 269, Chapter 268: The Goddess's Sudden Intervention; What Do You Mean I'm Feared by the Creator God?

Almost simultaneously with Gu Yuan's actions, deep within the distant heavens.

The goddess was lounging on the bench, looking relaxed and at ease.

The screen of light before her was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the breathtaking scene in the distant sea—

The waves rolled, and a huge black shadow writhed on the sea surface. The demon known as "Aging" was slowly awakening from its long slumber.

Suddenly, as if she had discovered something, she let out a soft "Eh."

With a slender finger tapping the screen, the scene rapidly rewinds, time continuously rewinds, and finally freezes at a certain moment.

The image zooms in, clearly showing Gu Yuan and Kraft standing side by side.

"The Hero"—why has he appeared again?

The meaningful word "again" immediately caught the attention of the apostle "Vasha" who was waiting nearby.

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Vasa stepped forward, her long, flowing blue hair shimmering with a soft, ethereal light behind her.

She glanced at the light screen, her gaze lingering for a moment on Gu Yuan's figure, before bowing slightly and respectfully replying, "Reporting to the Goddess, according to the established historical trajectory, it should be the elven monk Kraft facing this demon alone at this moment."

"Although he will lose his lifespan and suffer severe injuries in this battle, it is precisely because of this sacrifice and achievement that he has built a ladder to heaven and earned the qualification to become an apostle under your command."

"But now—"

Vasa's gaze returned to Gu Yuan's figure on the light screen, her tone turning cold as she said, "This so-called hero has once again disrupted the trajectory you set."

"This is truly—overstepping its bounds and acting presumptuously."

she thought.

This person previously eradicated the demon race, which disrupted some of the balance, but humanity lost a major external enemy and can still find a new point of equilibrium.

Now, they even want to interfere with the fate of demons?

Does this human really think he is a god who can judge everything?

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Vasa's report caused the goddess to fall into a brief moment of contemplation.

What she cared about was not the possibility of losing a future apostle—there would be many more opportunities to test Kraft.

What truly baffled her was Gu Yuan's completely illogical power increase curve.

"People from another world—I remember it should be a world where the rules lean towards 'materialism'."

She murmured softly, a look of confusion flashing in her eyes for the first time: "Why is his power growing faster than that of the beings in this 'idealistic' world?"

What alarmed the goddess even more was that when she tried to observe Gu Yuan's future, all she saw was a chaotic fog.

This was the first time since she became the creator goddess that she felt she couldn't see through a "human being".

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After a moment of silence, the goddess seemed to have made a decision.

She raised her eyes and gestured to Vasa, who was standing to the side, saying, "Yes, you can intervene appropriately."

She emphasized the word "intervention".

The initial laissez-faire attitude stemmed from the assessment of the meager power of those outside the system, who were deemed insufficient to shake the overall situation.

But now, the situation is different.

If no intervention is taken soon, the human world will likely decay and eventually self-destruct due to the loss of all external pressure and endless comfort.

Vasa's eyes lit up when she received approval.

"Appropriate intervention"?

What a broad and beautiful vocabulary.

For such an arrogant usurper, a profound and unforgettable reminder is most fitting!

As if freed from chains, she quickly bowed her head and replied, "Yes!"

The goddess, sensing Vasha's eagerness, added, "Don't go overboard."

However, seeing Vasa's outwardly respectful agreement but inwardly high fighting spirit, and knowing that words have limited power, she could only let out a barely audible sigh.

Vasa's figure transformed into specks of light and dissipated into the pure air of heaven.

The goddess waved her hand to close the light screen and slowly closed her eyes.

A thought echoed in her mind: "I hope the hero won't blame me."

Immediately afterwards, another idea that had never been before quietly took root.

What exactly is this "other world" that can give rise to such variables?

She became slightly intrigued.

In the mortal realm, in the South China Sea, in the Vesagon tribe, in the simple wooden hut where Kraft temporarily resided.

The oil lamp flickered dimly, casting swaying shadows on the wall and barely dispelling a corner of darkness.

Kraft was quietly stuffing some emergency dry food and water into his bag.

Suddenly, his movements froze.

A clear, ethereal, and utterly untouched female voice descended without warning, resounding deep within his mind: "Are you—willing to die for the Goddess?"

Hallucination?

Kraft's first thought was that he was experiencing auditory hallucinations due to long-term mental stress and anxiety about the future.

He shook his head vigorously, his brows furrowed, trying to dispel the inexplicable sound.

However, the voice left no room for argument, and the second sentence followed immediately, with a cold, commanding tone: "Now, leave the cabin and deal with that demon by yourself."

"After death, your soul will ascend to heaven, where you will not only be able to meet the goddess, but also reunite with your long-deceased dear friend."

"My dearest friend————"

Kraft was struck dumb, completely stunned, his pupils suddenly contracting.

The kettle slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a clatter, water stains spreading, but he was completely unaware.

Immediately, a rare anger mixed with a sense of blasphemy surged onto his face.

He had lived a long life and experienced countless life-and-death situations, but this was the first time someone had used his deceased best friend and lifelong faith to make such a cruel joke!

Is it mental magic? Or is it Celia's prank?

No, although that great mage is unpredictable, Kraft doesn't think she would do such a thing.

Just as he was unleashing his full magical power, trying to sense any unusual fluctuations around him, the third sentence crashed into the depths of his consciousness.

At that moment, all the anger, vigilance, and doubt on Kraft's face vanished, replaced by shock that almost overwhelmed him.

"Varied----"

He staggered back a step, bumped into the wooden table, and barely managed to steady himself.

Then, after what seemed like an eternity of silence, he slowly loosened his clenched fist.

Finally, as if all his strength had been exhausted, his voice dry and hoarse, he responded to the empty wooden house: "I hope you will keep your word."

No one knows what irresistible words he heard.

He quickly stuffed everything haphazardly into his backpack and tightened the straps.

Then, he took a deep breath of the cold air, and without any further hesitation, resolutely turned around and pushed open the creaking wooden door.

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Without hesitation, I stepped into the thick darkness of night and headed towards the distant, turbulent coastline.

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