Chat group, if you have anything to say to my Holy Sword,

Combined with her earlier declaration of rejection...

The case is solved! What I just said was taken as a confession of love!

Now the person who should be worrying has changed.

What to do? What to do now?! Xiling's brain CPU began to operate at its maximum overclock.

Explain the misunderstanding? Say, "You've got the wrong person, I didn't come here to confess my feelings?" No, no, that would be too cruel to a goddess who has just mustered the courage to reject you.

Especially considering how...socially awkward she is? Continuing down the "confession" topic? -- Are you kidding me!

What should I say at this moment? Tell me about the power of the hero!

As if the hero's divine power had truly responded to Xiling, Xiling's mind immediately became clear!

“Can’t you—” Xiling blurted out almost without thinking, her voice a little hoarse from the tension, but her eyes were unusually bright, “—become my friend now?!”

“…Huh???”

Ereshkigal suddenly raised his head, his crimson eyes filled with utter bewilderment.

friend?

Did she hear that right? Not "lover"? Not "pursuing"? But... "friend"?

So... so she was wrong! A complete misunderstanding! The other person wasn't there to express that... that heart-stopping kind of love.

He wanted to...make friends?

So...we were friends? We were friends! We were friends!! I had completely misunderstood!

“Friend…” Ai Lei repeated the word softly, as if savoring a candy she had never tasted before.

It's not a confession, we're just friends...

That...wouldn't that be even better!

Compared to so-called love...

The word "friend" possesses an irresistible magic for the lonely goddess of the underworld!

Her crimson eyes blazed with unprecedented anticipation! She instinctively clasped her hands together in front of her chest, as if in devout prayer, and looked at Xiling with a cautious, incredulous voice:

"Would you really...be my friend? With me, the...goddess of the underworld? With me, the...goddess who only brings death?"

Her voice was filled with uncertainty, as if she were confirming a dream that was too beautiful to be true.

Seeing the sudden light in her eyes, Xiling smiled more sincerely and easily than before, and nodded firmly, her voice clear and resolute:

"Of course! I just don't know if you'd be willing to be my friend again."

"I am willing!"

How could she possibly refuse!

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Xiling: Everyone! Be my friend!

Author's note: Everyone! Please give me your votes!!

Current strength of the chat group.

t0: (Day and Night) Kevin, (Slaughter) Xiling

t1: (Daytime) Kevin, (Normal) Xiling (Dragon Lord) Danheng

t2: Danheng, Remian, The Faded One

t2.5: Luo Tianyi (You didn't expect that, did you!)

t3: Penglai Temple Nine Heavens, Elena

1. Xiling (Can do a little bit of everything) (Adaptable to any environment) (Mature form)

2. Kevin (Powerful Brick Flying) (Death Concept)

3. The Faded One (Glass Cannon)

4. Remian (King Kong Barbie) (Unboxing Expert)

5. Danheng (King of Water Play)

6. Luo Tianyi (Capitalist)

7. Elena (Target Dimensional Witch)

8. Penglai Temple, Nine Heavens (Awakening)

Please bear with this for now, but the version will be updated soon.

Chapter 87 Goetia's Plan

"Your plan failed, and it caused mine to fail too!" A quiet space, devoid of life, where even the boundaries of time and space are blurred, presents a chilling sense of nothingness.

King stood in this space, his gaze fixed on the throne—the Magic King Getia.

"Now, what are your plans to become the Magic King?"

Faced with Jingu's undisguised accusations, Getia remained silent, a silence that was itself unusual. Even he had not anticipated the outcome—the sneak attack that pierced his heart had not resulted in the enemy's demise, but rather in a sword wound on his own chest.

As her thoughts raced, Goetia subconsciously raised her hand and touched her chest, where she had been completely healed by sacrificing a huge chunk of flesh. But when her fingertips touched it, it was as if the hideous sword wound was still throbbing, and the chilling pain that had penetrated to the bone marrow had not dissipated with the recovery of her body.

That was a wound that transcended the laws of nature! Wounded by that strange blade, all treatments were ineffective; only by completely severing the lacerated part could the destructive power be stopped from spreading.

However, even after his body recovered, the excruciating pain etched deep in his soul clung to him like a leech, constantly reminding him of the other party's threat.

Too dangerous.

That person... is too dangerous.

His identity remains a mystery, but his stance is already clear—he is a huge obstacle that must be removed on the road to great achievements.

And the weapon in his hand... was even more bizarre!

That's a weapon specifically designed for attacking beasts!

It is a weapon powerful enough to threaten the very concept of evil in humanity!

Chaotic thoughts churned in Getia's cold eyes, and her fingers unconsciously tapped the armrest of the throne with a soft sound.

Tap...tap...tap... This monotonous knocking sound echoed in this deathly silent space, sounding particularly clear and jarring.

So what if it's dangerous? In the end, I'm all alone.

To accomplish our great cause, the Seventh Singularity, Mesopotamia, remains the irreplaceable and crucial stage.

The sleeping Mother of Life, the creator goddess Tiamat, will be the most powerful driving force to achieve our goal. As long as she can be revived, the Chaldea journey will be completely ended in that era, bringing utter annihilation to that cradle of humanity... At that time, no matter how much that dangerous figure struggles, it will be to no avail.

A plan began to take shape in my mind.

They originally planned to lure out the dangerous figure through the goddess of monsters, Gorgon, and then ambush and kill him. However, they failed to kill him, and the connection between Gorgon and Tiamat was not yet fully synchronized. Tiamat is still asleep.

The plan has now changed.

He will personally intervene and forcefully awaken the Mother of Creation, bringing an end to Mesopotamia!

And that dangerous figure… he, Goetia, will personally drag him into his home turf—the Temple of Time! Regardless of the final outcome, when the flames of humanity's burning reach their end, when the great undertaking is accomplished, the opponent's defeat will be absolutely inevitable!

The thought process unfolded in a flash. Faced with Jingu's relentless questioning, Goetia's expression remained unmoved. He calmly stated, "I will personally awaken the Mother of Life. You must, as quickly as possible, ensure the complete annihilation of the Seventh Singularity. As for that obstacle..."

Goetia paused slightly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "...I will take action."

......

My name is Xiling, and I feel like I'm being haunted.

Well, you can't say that. It seems like he got involved on his own initiative.

“That…that Xi…Xiling!” A slightly nervous yet expectant voice interrupted Xiling’s thoughts. Ereshkigal was carefully pointing ahead with his finger—to a cage constructed with the power of the underworld.

"Do you think... this cage I made, when those souls come later... will they like it?"

"A cage? Where's a cage?" Xiling looked blankly at the house in front of her.

Is that a cage?

I doubt that the houses those people lived in during their lives were as luxurious as this cage.

Despite her inner underestimation, Xiling still gave a gentle but positive evaluation: "Very good, Ereshkigal. It's clear you put a lot of effort into making it."

"Heh...hehe...no, not really..." The girl's fair cheeks flushed slightly, and she shyly twirled her long, golden hair with her fingers. Her voice was much lighter, and the joy of being recognized was almost overflowing.

Looking at the shy girl in front of him, Xiling felt a little helpless. He wasn't particularly good at dealing with this type of person.

However, some things, like a predetermined path, must continue. As he said, the era of the Three Goddesses Alliance should come to an end.

"Aileen." Xiling's voice was soft as she called out to the girl who was immersed in her small joy.

"Hmm? What's wrong, Xiling?" Ereshkigal turned his head, a smile still lingering on his face.

Faced with such a gaze, Xiling's words were like a stone thrown into a deep pool: "The Alliance of the Three Goddesses... Quetzalcoatl has already joined us, and I personally slew Gorgon. Now, only the last one remains..."

Xiling took a deep breath and looked directly into those wavering eyes. "Aileen, I want to invite you... to join us."

Hiling extended his hand to Ereshkigal.

However, Xiling's hand remained suspended in the cold air, receiving no response.

"...Oh, I see."

Ereshkigal's smile slowly faded, his voice tinged with realization:

"I knew it……"

"How could anyone... genuinely want to be friends with the goddess of the underworld..."

"I see... Yes, that's how it should be..."

"Yes, that's it... Who would want to be friends with a goddess like me, forgotten by the sun and only able to keep company with the dead..."

Her voice was very low, almost a whisper, but Xiling could hear every syllable clearly.

"No, I genuinely want to be your friend, Ereshkigal!"

"What a joke!!" A piercing scream, filled with the fury of being deceived and immense pain, suddenly erupted! Ereshkigal's long golden hair moved without wind, like burning flames of anger. She abruptly raised her head, her once clear eyes now filled with the rage of betrayal and icy coldness.

"Is it fun to make a fool of me, Xiling?!"

"From the very beginning... from the moment you stepped into this cold underworld of mine! Your purpose was for this moment, wasn't it?! To kill me, wasn't it!"

"Fine!! Since you insist—" She suddenly raised a weapon, and an immense divine pressure erupted like a tangible tsunami! "—If you can do it, then try it!!"

"boom--!!"

The entire underworld seemed to sense its master's tearing rage and immense sorrow, and let out a deafening wail!

The solid earth trembled violently, and countless pale ghost fires spewed out from the cracks in the rocks, instantly transforming into a roaring, eerie blue sea of ​​flames!

They let out a sharp, howling sound, a convergence of countless dead souls, as they piled up in layers, trying to completely devour Xiling's figure!

Enveloped by the horde of undead and almost completely submerged, Xiling resembled a lone boat about to be torn to pieces by the raging waves.

Xiling gazed at the torrent of the dead and let out a very soft sigh.

"Ugh……"

The moment the sigh subsided, Xiling's hand gripped the hilt of her sword.

"It seems that words are indeed not my forte."

"Let's use... a more direct approach."

Physical persuasion method.

The moment Xiling grasped the Holy Sword, countless skeletons wreathed in ghostly fire surged toward Xiling.