Darius Supreme

Yuli'ann recognized that he was gazing death in the face. However, he was the Dragon Ancestor!

Okay, that was a shitty title he had while in this universe because his original power had been too great for Metis. After being here so long, he had forgotten that he was far greater than this current form of his.

This rekindled his arrogance and anger as he spat.

"Well, 'Cousin', do you dare admit you duped me?!" Yuli'ann roared with anger.

Hearing this, Vena was silent for a long while before her malicious aura disappeared. She then displayed a filthy expression that would have gotten her beaten up on the street as she chuckled.

"Hehe."

That was all she had to say on that matter, yet it caused Yuli'ann to tremble with untold amounts of anger.

'So she knew! This wicked Goddess knew what she was doing! She planned all of this! I've been scammed, abused, raped, maligned, beaten, tricked, bamboozled…etc!'

Yuli'ann gripped his chest as he felt like his heart was about to give out. He could only glare at Vena with bloodshot eyes, wanting to attack her, yet lacking the guts.

After all, Vena was a bona-fida Goddess, one that could create endlessly and change the fates of an uncountable number of beings on her whim. She had very few restrictions except what she fancied, only that certain actions might bite her back.

Vena and the other Gods were like that, beings of real power with senseless freedom to do anything. They didn't need your prayers, your faith, your existence, or some cosmic energy to sustain themselves.

They were the source of everything that kept their universe functioning. Without them, the entire universe would crumble and they - the Five Universes' Gods - would be fine, only needing to borrow Aurora Essence from Origo to rebuild everything from scratch.

Yuli'ann was infinitely close to that level, yet at the same time an eternity away. Being a God wasn't as simple as having X amount of power. It was a state of existence that transcended EVERYTHING.

Even Vena, who arguably was the trashiest at combat, being a Goddess of Games and Recreation, could easily deal with anyone else. Even her fellow gods like Caelo and co who were so powerful that the source of their creation was fearful could not kill each other.

As such, he had to swallow this grievance and harrumph coldly. "Freak of a female, what have you done to this shit-tier world?"

Vena's filthy expression disappeared, replaced with irritation. "Stop calling me that! Just because I don't like girly stuff doesn't make me a freak!"

Seeing that this managed to upset her as usual, Yuli'ann felt gleeful inside. "Hehe, says the one who is without a partner. Caelo has Caela, Myra has Luka, Cousin Godco has the Lady Boss. What about you?"

That 'What about you?' almost manifested as an arrow that struck Vena right through the gut, causing blood to leak from the side of her lips. Her face darkened as she glared at Yuli'ann, yet wisely decided to answer his question rather than argue over a topic she was destined to lose.

"I've redone Faust and increased it to a top-grade world."

Yuli'ann flapped his gigantic wings with interest. "Really? Why though?"

Suddenly, Yuli'ann seemed to have an epiphany. "Wait, is it because of the reincarnator you recently sent?"

Vena was surprised Yuli'ann was able to guess it so easily. "That's right, he's a special one this time!"

Yuli'ann nodded in agreement. "Yeah, the fellow has impressed me so far. He is completely different from those so-called gamers and NEETs who reincarnate and perform averagely."

"Hmph, you underestimate NEETs! Many of them have gone on to become something great!" Vena argued coldly.

Yuli'ann waved a claw lazily. "Yeah, in fiction, to soothe the ego of the NEET who had come up with it. It's merely fantasy that if they were given cosmic help, they could become much more than the trash who live behind a screen."

Vena was enraged. "What do you know? Many of my best reincarnators were NEETs."

Yuli'ann glanced at her askance. "Point of correction. ALL your reincarnators were NEETs or some variant of them. Those that are counted as the BEST weren't defined by their NEET nature, it was just an add-on."

Yuli'ann pointed a claw at Vena with a smirk. "That Jax fellow you always harp on about was a multimillionaire at the age of 21 before you whisked him away, and he built his company using his scientific genius."

"He just so happened to like playing a FIVR game and had been the number 1 player before you stole him. So, what does that tell you?" Yuli'ann queried with a smug shrug.

Vena's face became red, unable to argue for the facts spoke for themselves. That was entirely why she had decided to try something new with Darius, and the fellow's success, even when given less than her NEET army, only served to buttress Yuli'ann's point.

As such, Vena could only sigh weakly and agree in the end. This shocked Yuli'ann as this wench never liked losing an argument.

He then thought to the cause and felt that her latest one might be the reason. Naturally, this further increased his interest in the fellow, yet as if to get back at him, Vena had not only refused to share anything with him, the Goddess had even gone so far as to lock down all information about him right in front of the Dragon Ancestor.

The Goddess then kicked him out and locked her Astral Room, so that Yuli'ann wouldn't be able to bother her for the next while, leaving the Dragon Ancestor displeased.

However, he acted magnanimously and pretend not to be bothered. Nevertheless, he sent out a message to the Dragon race of Unyris to investigate Darius.

After doing so, he suddenly remembered what had brought him to Vena in the first place. 'Right, there was that wench trying to locate my inheritor, lemme check up on her and see if she can suss this fellow out'

Then, using a claw to rip a hole big enough for him to peep into with ease, he saw the witches of Salem hurriedly treating a naked Hecate, yet all of them were young girls of the same age as her.

Yuli'ann immediately closed the portal as he gazed around in a panic. A breeze passed over his neck, making him yowl as he covered his head and hid it underneath his enormous body.

"GRANDFATHER FBI, SHE SAID SHE WAS 18, I SWEAR!"