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

At this moment, the embarrassment on her face vanished without a trace, replaced by a deep sense of helplessness.

Lower your head.

"Let's talk about it later. That guy is, after all, the child of a ten-winged angel."

"I have a question for you, Ronan: have you told my mother about our relationship?"

Her expression was serious, and a hidden worry lingered in her heart. What if she told...?

“No,” Ronan answered decisively.

Although telling him would win his mother's favor and allow him to marry the goddess, he would be no different from that foolish son.

He seeks complete and utter submission.

After saying that, he remembered something, took out the inheritance of the God of Forging who had lived for 60,000 years, and slowly ate and absorbed it.

In an instant, the title above his head flashed and turned red.

The goddess explained:

"This is a mythical title, added a few years ago at your request."

"As long as you wear it, everyone around you will know you are there."

She coughed lightly twice, her cheeks slightly flushed, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ahem, we've gone off-topic, haven't we? That's wonderful."

"Don't worry, I won't break my promise. There will always be a place for you in this world."

"So please don't go looking for my mother anymore. I'm afraid she won't be able to handle the shock if she finds out we're just acting."

Ronan carefully examined the title's effects—80% success rate in artifact forging, 15% chance of obtaining an additional breakthrough, and 5% chance of obtaining a double breakthrough.

After reviewing this information, he glanced sideways at the goddess and asked with a hint of teasing:

"Acting? Do you really think so? You don't think I'm just throwing away those ten thousand divine points, do you?"

“Your mother takes 5% of my commission.”

The money wasn't wasted; it did help the goddess's family, but essentially it was for the sake of goodwill and to ensure the smooth progress of future plans.

Upon hearing this, the goddess was taken aback, and a sense of foreboding welled up within her.

No way... right?

shit!

She wondered why the mother was trying to get close to her, showing concern for her, and inquiring about her past and name. It all seemed to be...

She bit her lower lip tightly.

Sigh, can I take it back?

Some people cheated and directly stole from homes.

It's unplayable!

Chapters 272 and 273, Goddess: I... can't turn back.

The goddess seemed to have all her strength drained away.

She knew she had no way to escape.

Because his mother owed Ronan too much.

Although Ronan actively distributed the coins, it was essentially for his own benefit.

Why? Because she felt she wasn't worth that much money.

Seeing this, Ronan smiled:

"Relax. I'm not saying this to prove anything, I just want to remind you that I have the ability to solve your problem."

"So if you encounter a problem you can't solve, feel free to come to me. You already owe me a lot anyway."

"One more or one less, it's all the same."

It's different now; at least these days, it's something that can be solved with money.

Five percent of ten thousand is only five hundred. She could earn that in ten thousand years by working hard.

However, if the debt continues, one might have to sell oneself to repay it.

Thinking of this, the goddess slowly raised her head, hesitated for a long while, and then mustered up the courage to tentatively ask:

"are you……"

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back. After a long while, he finally managed to say with difficulty, "Do you have feelings for me?"

Previously, it had not been explicitly stated, and even if it was for self-protection, it was only based on the position of protecting the world.

However, now...

"What do you think?"

Upon hearing the goddess's question, Ronan slowly stood up, a half-smile on his face, and said...

“Protecting this world has always been the fundamental purpose of my actions, and you are closely connected to this world.”

"If you think so, then so be it. After all, seeing an object reminds you of someone, and you love everything associated with it."

As he spoke, he retrieved a crystal from the subspace that was transparent on the outside but emitted a faint green glow at its core, and casually tossed it to the goddess.

"Keep this. I bought it on a whim. There's only one left, so it would be a waste to give it to someone else."

"If you become stronger, you can prove to your mother that you haven't wasted your time all these years."

The goddess instinctively reached out and caught the crystal, placing it in her palm and examining it closely.

She was stunned after just one glance.

This is… Her pupils suddenly contracted, and she abruptly looked up, staring intently at Ronan, her voice urgent:

"This is too valuable, I can't accept it."

A divine legacy spanning 60,000 years—what does that even mean? It's older than one's own mother.

Although receiving a legacy doesn't mean you'll instantly possess the strength of 60,000 years, and you need to digest it slowly, the minimum level is still there.

As long as the gods don't spend their days in a daze and sleeping, they can gradually become as powerful as the original owners of the lineage over time.

This is undoubtedly a timely help for the current goddess.

"Is it valuable? It's only worth a thousand ordinary divine cores." Ronan shrugged casually, thinking it was just average.

He bought them for Celie and the others.

The goddess was speechless. If a thousand divine attributes aren't considered precious, then what is?

If she had a thousand back then, she wouldn't have needed to run away from her marriage.

I took a deep breath, my chest heaving, and tried to return it.

Ronan then continued, "Anyway, I've given you the items; returning them would be a waste of time."

"You wouldn't want your mother to know that you casually discarded a thousand divine fragments, would you?"

He glanced at the goddess, intentionally or unintentionally.

The tone was as if a teacher were warning a child that if they didn't do their homework, they would tell their parents.

The goddess's eyes widened in surprise, and she instinctively gripped the inheritance in her hand tightly.

Well... there's really nothing we can do.

She took a deep breath, knowing full well that Ronan never joked.

If their mother finds out about this, she will be scolded for wasting their time, and she will forcefully intervene to bring them together.

She didn't want to be tied down by marriage so early; she wanted to postpone it as long as possible.

With this in mind, she could only grit her teeth and quickly absorb the inheritance of the God of Life, which had existed for 60,000 years.

Click-click—!

The crystal shattered, and dreamlike stardust swirled around her.

"That's more like it." Ronan smiled slightly as he saw this, knowing that the situation was now under control.

The goddess's mother knew about this inheritance from the god of life when I purchased it.

Therefore, in the future, once she discovers the changes in her daughter, her affection for her will definitely increase significantly again.

Compared to that, what is that foolish son of the ten-winged angel?

As she absorbed the inheritance, the goddess felt the power surging in her heart, and complex emotions surfaced in her eyes.

A gentle breeze swept by, the stardust vanished, and she murmured to herself:

"There's no going back, it's already..."

Even if I sold myself, I couldn't pay back the 1,000 plus 500.

Her only worry now is when Ronan will make his move.

Just as the goddess was struggling with her dilemma, various thoughts were swirling in her mind.

Ronan gathered his thoughts and made a summary.

"Alright, let's leave it at that. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now. Remember to keep in touch."

"Should I actively spread your name to lure your fiancé here?"

“Dealing with him in the realm of gods always has a hint of stirring up trouble.”

"However, once you appear in your world, you can't blame anyone else if you die."

"This can be considered a solution that solves the problem once and for all."

These suggestions made the goddess's eyelids twitch twice.

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She just stared at Ronan silently, and finally sighed helplessly.

Oh well, let it be.