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

[Within the specified range, the probability of a new individual being born increases by 70%, stamina recovery increases by 50%, and the number of resurrections increases by 3...]

All the aura effects are support-type, so does that mean I have no ability in combat at all?

Where is the god of magic?

Oh, Ronan took it.

He sighed deeply.

The goddess raised her head with a hint of melancholy, her eyes filled with a touch of helplessness:

"Let's put the title thing aside for now. I'm very sorry, I misunderstood you. But, could you tell me who those demigoddesses are?"

Why is there only half?

She paused, her gaze becoming serious.

"Does Frilian know about this? You haven't done anything to betray her, have you?"

……

A moment later, the two walked side by side in the snow.

As Ronan recounted his story, the goddess gained a general understanding of what had happened.

Well, it makes sense, since one wouldn't know Ronan's background.

Faced with an unknown deity, most people would certainly try to befriend them.

Despite his poor background, it's alright; he's still a god, and he's been tied to the chariot of heaven.

If you have a strong background, you're guaranteed to win, because all you've sacrificed is a faith in a god.

The goddess sighed: "Good luck, no, to be precise, it should be credited to me for creating the world."

"If it's just an ordinary little world, then it certainly won't withstand their in-depth investigation."

"So naturally, their attitude towards you won't be as good."

The goddess was quite annoyed because, ultimately, Ronan's experience was influenced by her.

Ronan paced slowly, his deep voice echoing through the wind and snow:

"That's not the case. Aside from the world, one's own hard power is also very important."

"Seriously, are you so confident that the world you created won't be discovered by them?"

The goddess paused for a moment, pondered for a second, and then nodded slightly:

"Pretty much. I wouldn't dare say forever, but it should last for a few thousand more years."

"Thousands of years later, when they have gradually forgotten about that incident, I should be able to go back without facing too much punishment."

"I know I can't keep it a secret forever, but I'll keep it a secret for as long as I can."

Upon hearing this, Ronan involuntarily stopped, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. Go back?

He suspected that he had heard wrongly.

"What's wrong?" The goddess keenly noticed Ronan's unusual behavior.

She turned her eyes to the side, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"Do you want me to stay in this world forever?"

"I also want to, after all, it was created by my own hands, but reality is cruel, because there are no secrets in the world."

"Furthermore, although I am the goddess of creation, I am essentially just a two-winged angel."

She shook her head, exhaled, and her eyes became somewhat melancholy as she stated the matter at hand:

"There are countless stronger individuals than me."

"Although this matter has little to do with them, all I need to do to resolve this problem is convince my parents."

"But I don't think you can do that."

She paused, emphasizing it deliberately, as if to give herself a reason to stay, or perhaps to pursue a glimmer of hope.

"Their requirements are very high."

How high can it be?

Ronan raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but ask, "What's with this feeling of choosing a son-in-law?"

illusion?

He soon realized that this was not an illusion.

Because the goddess really started to talk about her criteria for choosing a partner—no, to be precise, her criteria for escaping her predicament.

"A world with 100 billion intelligent beings is needed, along with 300 pure and flawless divine essences."

"The so-called divine essence is the one that I purified last time you used it."

"As for the power of faith, it goes without saying that at least one angel should be able to be raised to the level of two wings."

"Based on the number of believers, it would probably require more than a billion believers, and two thousand years of devout faith."

"I personally do not meet these requirements."

She sighed.

"Those who possess these qualities are mostly ancient beings who have lived for over 100,000 years. I hate them, which is why I left home."

"What about you?"

She stared directly at Ronan. "Young god, do you think you can possess these conditions within a thousand years?"

If you can't have it, then talking about keeping it is just too absurd.

Even the highest-ranking twelve-winged or fourteen-winged angels need to rely on believers to enhance their own power.

The number of believers is closely related to the size of the world, and the size of the world is closely related to its own cultural foundation.

The so-called foundation refers to factors such as one's age and the number of divine attributes one possesses.

The longer the former lives, the stronger their spirit becomes; the latter can replace the world.

Only by possessing a powerful divine soul on the basis of the latter can those worlds be united as one, thereby gaining more believers.

Ronan is too young.

……

Upon hearing the goddess make these demands, a look of realization flashed in Ronan's eyes.

—A world of hundreds of billions, simple indeed.

Moving, migrating, it's only about twenty Earths.

As for faith.

He glanced at the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow, whose related values ​​were infinite.

A faint smile involuntarily appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Chapters 267 and 268, Goddess: How many? Two thousand divine sparks?! You slaughtered the entire divine realm?

The matter is now clear: only three hundred divine sparks are needed to successfully resolve this world's crisis.

Regarding this matter, Ronan pondered that perhaps he could start with the celestial realm.

"The only problem is the inventory. I don't know how much there is in the Celestial Realm, and I remember that the quality isn't very high."

"Furthermore, the unlimited faith I possess cannot be used by others."

"It may be effective in intimidating people, but the number of believers must continue to grow."

Ronan pondered his future plans, thinking that perhaps he could exert his efforts in both the Dungeon Delight and Rimuru worlds simultaneously, achieving a "two-pronged success."

After all, the combined population of these two worlds should be more than enough to exceed 100 billion.

Just as Ronan was lost in his thoughts, the goddess beside him noticed his unusual behavior once again.

Why did you laugh when we were discussing something very serious?

Could it be...?

The goddess frowned slightly, about to ask a question, when Ronan snapped out of his reverie, waved his hand, and said:

"Alright, I understand. Whether we can achieve these goals or not, we'll see a thousand years from now."

"Please continue to steadily advance the work of transforming this world. If you encounter any problems you are unsure about, come and discuss them with me."

"Please always remember that this is also my hometown."

He spoke these words with utmost seriousness and sincerity, which startled the goddess slightly.

But before she could ask any further questions, Ronan flashed away and disappeared in an instant.

"I go first."

The goddess was left standing alone in the wind and snow, lost in thought for a long time.

Finally, a helpless, bitter smile appeared on his lips.

……

Time did not stop because of their departure; it continued to move forward steadily.

Through Eris's connection, Ronan successfully made contact with the Celestial Realm and, after some maneuvering, managed to obtain fifty divine fragments from them.

Afterwards, he intended to use the divine artifact.

But when it came time to use it, I remembered that this artifact had a limit on the number of items it could carry.

Taking into account factors such as time, the number of times he could go back in time was extremely limited.

"What a blunder! I completely forgot about that." Ronan couldn't help but feel annoyed.

However, upon closer examination, it is actually quite normal.

If divinity were so easy to obtain, the world of goddesses wouldn't treat it as currency.

Speaking of currency… Ronan’s eyes suddenly lit up, as if a flash of inspiration had struck him.