They all call me an Outer God.

Since there's a problem, we can go and take a look.

Thinking of this, Lilia grabbed Coraden by the back of her collar, lifted her up, and vanished from the spot in a flash.

Inside a dilapidated little wooden house in the Black Witch's Forest.

"call--"

Sofia was so cold that she kept breathing on her hands inside the house. Even though it wasn't winter yet, the temperature was terribly low, forcing her to wear a hat even while indoors.

Inside the house, an elderly witch was muttering incantations into a stone pot. Each time she muttered something, she would break off pieces of half a skull and put them into the pot. The water in the pot would turn from green to purple and start to bubble up in a terrifying way.

As the bubbles burst, Sophia finally couldn't help but ask, "Is the potion I ordered still not ready?"

The old witch glared at him: "You want to have children with someone? The offspring of extraordinary beings are not so easy to be born. I have a hundred ways to make you give birth on your own, but what you'll give birth to will all be a bunch of monsters."

"Why not? Theoretically, reproduction is possible. If I successfully find a wife and have offspring, it means that inheritance is also possible. Maybe I can achieve immortality by using the bodies of my offspring!"

"He's hopeless."

The old witch clicked her tongue, shook her head, and continued stirring the potion: "If you've rested enough, you should leave now. Don't waste my time here."

As she was talking, Sofia suddenly leaned closer and asked, "Grandma, do you think it's feasible for two extraordinary people to marry?"

"What do you want to say?"

"The witch worships the Mother Goddess, who is in charge of fertility. If I can find a witch to be my spouse, wouldn't all my suffering be resolved?"

"Then you have to get the witch to accept you willingly, and besides, the witch doesn't necessarily have to be a woman."

"I don't have much time left."

Sofia paced back and forth, and suddenly, the way he looked at the old witch changed.

"You're a witch too, right? There's one right here—"

This time, the old witch finally flew into a rage and kicked him out the door. With a "bang," the wooden door was kicked open, and Sofia struggled to get up from his supine position. Suddenly, his gaze froze.

He seemed to see an angel at that moment.

A graceful woman walked past him, giving him a cold, disdainful look as if he were trash. That one glance sent Sofia's mind blank, his thoughts consumed by the woman.

He boasted that he had seen many beauties, but he had never seen such a stunning beauty.

Who is she?
Sofia straightened up abruptly, only to be kicked down by the disheveled man following behind the woman.

Coraden followed Lilia to a wooden house. When she saw someone blocking her way, she kicked them. It has to be said that kicking someone with high heels is really satisfying.

But soon, when she looked at who was lying on the ground, her expression suddenly changed.

"Boss... Boss!?"

Coraden's expression was incredibly complex at this moment. She was engaged in a variety of internal struggles, and finally looked at Lilia not far away.

He has someone protecting him now, so why should he be afraid of Sofia? Besides, the Sofia here is just a memory projection.

Having figured things out, Coraden delivered another kick, knocking the man unconscious.

After finishing, she snorted and followed Lilia into the cabin with an air of arrogance. The cabin was very dilapidated, with many animal carcasses hanging on the walls, herbs piled up in the corners, and an old witch brewing medicine in the middle. Judging from the environment, the witch's identity was obvious.

The old witch showed no surprise at their arrival, acting as if she had known Lilia for a long time: "What brings you here today? It is my fault for not greeting you properly."

The words "You know me" were pressed to Lilia's heart. She looked at the broken door, and with a wave of her hand, the wooden door automatically restored itself, even stronger and more solid than before.

Who's that person at the door?

"Him? He's just an extreme businessman and a pathetic outlaw."

The old witch had no suspicion of Lilia, and under her questioning, she quickly revealed the whole story of why Sophia had come to her.

These events were, of course, inextricably linked to a man named Perlmand. As Sofia's meme level increased, he would often hear strange whispers in the middle of the night, telling Sofia that his body would eventually become his own, which terrified Sofia so much that he couldn't sleep well for several days.

After searching for a while, he found a way to break the curse of Perlmand.

That is offspring.

He must have offspring, and many offspring at that, and choose the most qualified one from among them to become him, so that he can be permanently separated from Perlmand.

But a new problem arose. Unlike his adoptive father's experience, Sofia wanted more than just an heir; he wanted a real offspring's body. But extraordinary beings could not have offspring.

After some thought, he turned his attention to the mysterious group of witches. How could witches, who were favored by the Mother Goddess, not know the methods of conception? At least that's what Sophia thought.

After hearing the old witch's account, Coraden finally couldn't help but burst out laughing. She pounded the table with her fist, completely abandoning any ladylike demeanor: "Hahahaha, this is so funny! How can it be so funny!"

Lilia, however, seemed thoughtful: "I've heard that Sofia has many wives and children, so does that mean he really succeeded in the future?"

Lilia was completely unwilling to stay in this place any longer. After asking her most of the questions, she turned and walked towards the door, leaving Coraden behind.

Coraden thought Lilia was going to abandon her: "Where are you going?"

"Is there any need to say more? Since history is already set in stone, all I have to do is restore history."

“Since he’s so eager to have children, I’ll sell him to a brothel.”

As she spoke, Lilia smiled sinisterly, a strange light flashing in her eyes.

"This person is quite good-looking; he should fetch a good price."

With that, Lilia dragged the man away, leaving Coraden standing there staring at the old witch.

After a long pause, she chuckled dryly twice: "Please don't mind her, that's just her personality, you'll get used to it."

“I know.” The old witch continued stirring her potion, and as the potion was stirred in reverse, the temperature in the room gradually rose. “I’ve known that person for much longer than you have.”

"what?"

This question stumped Coraden, so she tentatively asked, "How do you know?"

"Haha..." The old witch laughed, and beckoned to Coraden to sit down on the stool next to her.

(End of this chapter)