I, the Holy Maiden of Light, tear apart the Outer Gods.

"Okay, I agree."

Hearing that Castdale had agreed, Yog finally smiled happily.

At the same time, I heard a faint exhale from beside me. Turning my head, I saw Nyarlathotep with a relieved expression on his face.

Noticing Yug's ambiguous smile, Naya blushed slightly, a rare occurrence for her. She quickly coughed lightly and looked away.

Normally, it's extremely rare to see Nyarlathotep make this expression.

Yug thought to himself.

Immediately, he forcefully hurled the stone sculpture of Azathoth in his hand into the sky. A dazzling starlight flashed in his eyes, and a huge magic circle unfolded around the stone sculpture in the air.

Yug nodded to Shabu and Naya, and the three of them flew towards the magic circle in the air, each standing at one of the three corners of the magic circle.

Gray, black, and purple beams of light surged from the three people, passing through the massive magic array and transforming into three enormous pillars that pierced the shattered sky.

An unparalleled sealing power enveloped the entire sky, halting the spread of the cracks and gradually dissipating the unwanted energy that had previously escaped.

“GGGGGGGG——”

The moment the seal was unleashed, an angry roar echoed through the sky. Upon hearing this sound, several mythical creatures crawling on the ground exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Such a cruel scene made Yug, who was controlling the seal, look even more grim.

"Father God! Please continue your slumber!"

Yug frowned, let out a low roar, and strengthened the sealing power once again.

This time, a voice came from the sky again, but this time it was no longer a meaningless roar, but a deep male voice, "(in indescribable language) My child, why did you do this?"

Yug looked at the sky and said, “Father God, even if our kind are just unconscious creations of your dreams, they are all beings of this world. You gave us life, you gave us strength, you gave us dignity, but you mistakenly gave us emotions.”

Emotions make us vulnerable, making us cherish the life you gave us even more, to the point that even you wouldn't want to easily give it back.

We began to care about each other's lives, to cherish each other's existence, and to learn how to love, how to hate, how to laugh, and how to cry. Now we have learned so much. We are now fully entitled to declare to the world that we, mythical beings, are a race, not merely creations of Azathoth's dream!

"..."

“The vast majority of us originated from your dreams. Once you awaken, even if it's not intentional, those of your kind born in your dreams will instantly vanish into nothingness, along with... everything we've learned will also vanish. So... consider it our selfishness and despicable act, please continue to slumber!”

"..."

A long silence followed in response to Yug.

But Yogg could sense that the resistance from Azathoth had weakened considerably.

However, Yogg was not so naive as to think that his words would actually make Azathoth willingly fall into a deep sleep.

Azathoth is a god among mythical creatures. Compared to those high and mighty true gods, Azathoth has absolutely no "emotions and sense of responsibility" as a true god. Therefore, no matter how moving Yogg's words are, they will never make Azathoth give up the idea of ​​breaking free from the seal.

As for why the resistance has weakened, it's probably because Azathoth realized that Yogg's seal was prepared in advance and wouldn't last long, so he simply stopped resisting and conserved his strength to wait for Yogg's seal to break on its own.

He has waited for decades and doesn’t mind waiting a little longer.

Chapter 33, Section 274: Absolutely a 50/50 chance!

"Where is the passage?!!!!"

Anjie angrily punched a wall to vent her anger, but instead of collapsing the wall, the recoil made her face turn red with pain.

The system paused for a moment.

If it hurts, you can call out.

There's no one else here, and I won't laugh at you, hahaha—

Anjie: "..." You're the one laughing the happiest!

This attempt to become a god was a complete failure. Not only was I trapped in the realm of gods, but I didn't even gain any power.

Am I really a god?

What kind of deity is so shameful that they hurt themselves while punching a wall?!

Just as Anjie was feeling utterly hopeless, the system finally couldn't bear to watch any longer and slowly reminded her:

[Here's a little tip: The divine realm is the abode of the gods. Only divine power can be used here; any power other than divine power will be suppressed.]

"So... to open the passage to the human world, I also need to start with divine power?" Ange instantly understood the system's meaning, but soon she slumped to the ground in despair. "But I have no idea what my divine power is... I only know that I have integrated the law of 'balance' as the foundation for my godhood, but I can't feel any power at all..."

There's nothing I can do to help you with that. Learning to use the power of the gods will be your test after you become a god.

Anjie retorted anxiously, "But, time..."

No need to worry about that.

"Huh?"

"Just now, Yogg and the others used a seal to slow down Azathoth's awakening, so you still have time, well, although it's still not much," the system replied slowly.

Hearing this, Anjie finally felt a little relieved.

But she also understands that she really doesn't have much time left.

Azathoth is a being that even true gods would find troublesome; even the seal set up by Yogg and the others together probably wouldn't last long.

Anjie took a deep breath, her eyes regaining their resolve.

"Keep going! A mere divine power, how could it possibly stop me!?"

The system chuckled softly, then silently observed Anjie.

"The system said that gods are beings formed from the laws of this world and the faith of living beings. In other words, the power of gods should come from faith and laws."

I was transformed from a living being into a deity. Even when I was still human, I gained considerable power of faith through my position as a saintess. This was already proven when I chose the laws, but before that, I had never obtained any power from faith that could be called divine power.

The origin of that divine power is very likely rooted in laws. My law is 'balance,' which means I now need to comprehend the law of balance. So...

What exactly is balance?

Anjie's mind raced, with all sorts of ideas and possibilities flashing through her head, only to be rejected one by one.

"Balance...balance..."

A sudden flash of inspiration struck Anjie, and she quickly looked at the wall she had just punched.

All he could see was a deep fist mark on the wall where he had just punched!

Anjie's eyes lit up the moment she saw the fist mark.

In the divine realm, only the power of the gods can be used; in other words, without the power of the gods, there is no power whatsoever in the divine realm.

This wall is part of God's kingdom.

If I didn't use divine power, how could someone with no power possibly leave a fist mark on a divine structure? That's absolutely impossible!

In other words...

That punch I just threw was powered by the power of a god!

A divine power that belongs only to oneself!

But...

What exactly is my divine power?

Is it just a fist mark left on the wall?

No... the power of the gods is definitely not limited to this...

"Hoo—Ange, oh Angele, think about your laws...think about your laws..." Angele rubbed her long hair, muttering to herself with a worried expression, "Balance...balance...wait!"

An idea suddenly popped into Anjie's mind.

But the idea was so outrageous that she was hesitant to accept it.

"Since it's the law of balance... then could it be that the way my divine power manifests is that I'm always in a state of absolute balance with the being I'm facing, in short—an absolute 50/50 split!"

Ange took a deep breath, stood up, and looked at her palm. "Give it a try."

The simplest way to test strength right now is to hit something!

But this is a shattered divine kingdom; apart from the walls we saw earlier, there's nothing else here...

Or should we summon the system and beat it up?

I advise you to abandon this idea.

I possess your memories and personality. If you insist on being a Sony fanatic willing to get beaten up, then I have nothing to say.

“...That makes sense.” Angie sighed. “So what do we do?”

At this point, the system said again: "Actually... it's not impossible. For example, why don't you try it on yourself?"

You want me to hit myself!?

How is this possible?

What I mean is, why don't you look around and see if you have anything you can fight with, then take it out and try it out?

Ange nodded. "Then what should we use? Weapons? No, what if we break them? They're all precious treasures! I don't have any gold coins or jewelry on me..."

As they were talking, Anjie's gaze fell on the white dress she was wearing.

The skirt is made of the same fabric commonly used for nuns' habit in the church. It's much more durable than ordinary fabric, but still quite ordinary. If you try to tear it with this fabric, then your assumption is wrong; if you can't tear it, then your assumption is correct!

"No, no, no! I don't want to run around naked!"

Anjie quickly extinguished the audacious thought in her mind.

But soon, an even bolder idea rose in her mind—

If you're afraid of running naked and don't want to tear your skirt...

What about the panties?!

Anyway, no one can see it normally! When I return to the human world, I can easily find a new pair of panties, and no one will suspect anything!

Moreover, the material of the panties is softer than that of the skirt, making them a more suitable "spellcasting material"!

"How about...how about...give it a try?"

Ange began to waver.