Frilian: Starting with Wind Spirit and Moon Shadow, Playing Through the Heavens

Looking at it this way, it's actually quite good. In an instant, my pessimistic attitude disappeared.

His gaze toward the other demons was full of smugness, and his chin was slightly raised.

“Hey Ronan, just now…”

The goddess raised an eyebrow, about to speak, but the more she thought about it, the more uneasy she felt.

But before he could finish speaking, Ronan interrupted him again.

"Keep trying, everyone. Even if not for your families, struggle to survive for your own sake."

"You are the first guests here. As for the houses, they are in the Demon King's Castle not far away. You can choose your own. If anything goes wrong, you must report it immediately."

"Once you've settled in, Oufna will temporarily manage this place. Is that alright?"

"No." x8.

How could there be a problem? After all, life and death are not in one's own hands.

As for accidental conflict, in the freezing cold, would any demon really have such thoughts?

Some demons shook their heads slightly, then gazed at the Demon King's City not far away.

Just then.

"I have."

The goddess spoke up, expressing her dissatisfaction with Ronan's neglect. Was it guilt or...?

In short, there's a big problem, and she won't be at ease until she figures it out.

Ronan sighed, rubbed his temples, knowing he couldn't avoid it, and said:

"Can we talk about this after we leave here? Let's go and arrange everything for them first. We don't want to make a fool of ourselves in front of them."

"It's just a minor title."

"Small?"

In the goddess's eyes, this was no small matter at all, because she had harvested at least two people.

Where did this goddess come from?

However, considering that she really couldn't discuss this matter in front of all the demons, she had no choice but to endure it for the time being.

She wanted to see what Ronan's explanation would be.

Chapters 266 and 267: The Creation Goddess's Criteria for Choosing a Mate

"This title system is too intelligent... This is troublesome."

Ronan sighed inwardly, and after saying those words, he glanced at the goddess beside him, seemingly unintentionally.

This happened suddenly, without any warning.

However, since the deed has already been done, all we can do now is think about how to gloss over it.

It's true that he and the goddess are allies, but that's far from enough. Let's not talk about distant things, but about things closer to home.

What if one day her enemies from that world attack and try to take her back?

At that time, she was unwilling to ask for help, so he, as an ally, stepped forward.

If I succeed, that's fine; if I fail, I might not die, but the world will be gone.

The risks and rewards are completely disproportionate; only when life and death are at stake is the risk worthwhile.

Ronan frowned slightly, pondering how to explain in a way that wouldn't hinder the progress of the relationship.

After arranging things for the demons and capturing some demons to put here to improve the ecology, only the two of them remained in this place.

The wind and snow howled, and the goddess stood on the snow, her gaze fixed intently on Ronan, as if waiting for a plausible explanation.

"Well, I'm not angry because of those goddesses... I'm just, yes, I'm worried about Frillie."

The goddess pursed her lips, her thoughts somewhat chaotic.

She would never admit that the reason she was in such a state was because she saw the word "goddess" and projected herself onto it.

After all, she herself is also...

Could Ronan have some kind of idea about me? It's hard to say, if that title isn't just for show…

Swoosh. Snowflakes fell on her face, and she instinctively raised her hand to brush them away.

Just as she was lost in thought, even wanting Ronan to show the title again so she could confirm it properly.

Ronan gazed at the distant Demon King's Castle and slowly began to speak:

"Are you still thinking about what happened earlier? Actually, it was a misunderstanding. I myself was tricked by someone called Cupid."

"If you don't believe me, shake my hand. To this day, the influence of that goddess still lingers in my body."

He calmly turned his head to the side, his gaze reflecting the goddess's puzzled expression.

He knew in his heart that the key to shifting the blame was to avoid the important issues and focus on the trivial ones.

The goddess frowned. Cupid? Why does that sound like she's shirking responsibility?

But seeing Ronan's outstretched hand, she made a firm decision.

Shake hands if you will.

However, just in case, she set up several layers of mental defenses for herself.

After all, if what Ronan said was true, and shaking hands affected him, then he would be in big trouble.

They touched each other with their fingertips first.

"Sigh~"

Indeed. As if electrocuted, she gasped sharply, a ticklish feeling spreading through her, but she quickly pulled back her breath.

She could feel certain emotions surging in her chest, something she hadn't felt in a long time.

However, even so...

The goddess straightened her back and said seriously:

"So, that's why you got that title?"

"How many are there in total? You should be able to refuse them, right?"

If there are more than three, then she should consider whether to reduce the frequency of contact.

Ronan smiled, put his hands behind his back, and calmly said:

"More or less. Actually, I'm quite doubtful myself, since it's only one and a half."

"I was given the nickname 'harvester' out of nowhere... Wait a minute, I suddenly remembered."

He was momentarily dazed, clapped his hands lightly, and a look of realization flashed in his eyes.

He didn't answer the goddess's last question for the moment, but instead asked her with a burning gaze:

"Do you think it's possible that this 'harvesting' doesn't refer to that kind of thing?"

"I actually killed quite a few goddesses over there."

It must be Regina, it has to be her.

He killed her twelve times, which is equivalent to harvesting her twelve times. Isn't he just a harvester?

The goddess's pupils constricted slightly; had she killed off many goddesses?

That's quite a niche viewpoint.

She took a deep breath, her chest heaving.

"Are you serious?" she really wanted to ask, but she held back in the end.

Because Ronan's expression at that moment didn't seem like he was lying.

"you…"

"...Let me add a detailed description of the title. You are the creator here, equivalent to the Heavenly Dao. This should be an easy thing for you."

Ronan interrupted the goddess, feeling much more relieved.

"..." The goddess nodded, her eyelashes trembling slightly. After thinking for a moment, she realized that this was the only thing she could do.

With the addition of rules, Ronan once again brought his title to the forefront.

[The Goddess Harvester: Proof of Soloing Goddesses Thirteen Times.]

[When equipped, damage against goddesses increases by 130%, and for each additional solo kill against a goddess, damage increases by 10%.]

Thirteen times?

Ronan frowned. Was this the number? Or had he remembered it wrong?

However, the goddess breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the detailed explanation.

As expected, I had misunderstood.

She said that with Ronan's personality, how could he possibly provoke so many goddesses?

But 130%?

Or is it a growth-oriented company?

Doesn't that mean I'll never be able to beat him?

Is there anyone who's a heartthrob magnet?

……

……

The goddess was lost in thought, glancing up at the top of her head.

All alone.

There is only one grand title: "God of Life".

The results were also outrageous.