Fujimaru Ritsuka, but the main god space

Chapter 109 Freya's Pain

Chapter 109 Freya's Pain
Humans love to dream.

As long as you pay attention to giving yourself mental hints before going to bed, drink some hot milk, soak your feet, and put yourself in the most relaxing environment, there is a high probability that you will be able to have a sweet dream. If you train deliberately, you can even control your own dreams.

So humans like dreams, because they mean "fantasy", just like the word "dream", which makes people imagine.

Therefore, God also likes dreams.

Although gods are omnipotent, as long as gods have the concept of "pleasure" like humans, they will inevitably have the corresponding emotion - boredom.

Hollow, empty.

The so-called "omnipotence" is nothing but a trick to surpass humans. Even if you can change the weather, turn stones into gold, and even achieve immortality, what good does it matter?

Just as rich people pursue freedom, they never regard the wealth they already have as a treasure.

The gods need more direct pleasure.

So they came to Orario, so they would personally come into contact with humans, imperfect people, and the most painful and struggling, yet joyful creatures on the planet.

Freya was also one of those gods.

As for her, no matter how many times it happens, thousands of times, tens of thousands of times, she will never regret her decision to go down to the mortal world.

After arriving in Orario, although the first days were a bit hard and frustrating, and she was even humiliated by the goddess Hera at one point, Freya was very satisfied with the family she had established.

Orario is now the strongest, and every child was picked up by Freya herself when she was traveling abroad.

Most of them are orphans, most of them have nowhere to go, and most of them are experiencing a life of extreme boredom or despair.

Freya gave them hope and her unconditional love. She was promiscuous, but absolutely serious about feelings. Therefore, everyone in the family, whether male or female, loved Freya deeply.

Giving up one's life for her is a basic requirement, betraying one's brothers for her does not require hesitation, and abandoning one's relatives for her does not require even half an hour of thinking.

But Freya was still not satisfied.

She didn't understand, but she wasn't arrogant either. During her time as a god, there was nothing more interesting than setting out on her own to find interesting souls and have an encounter.

It had been decades, no, hundreds of millions of years, and it had been going on like this. Even Ota, the strongest warrior in Orario today, was an encounter she had picked up from the garbage dump.

But even so, just like people who call themselves lolita control will occasionally open the comic book with the Yujie tag one night, it is just an act of changing taste, a curiosity, and an act that should be allowed.

Freya did just that.

She dreamed that she would meet him again.

No, if it was a dream, she would be more unbridled, more fanatical, and would pursue the 'impossible' beyond her control.

In her dreams, she no longer cares about who she likes, who she picks up, or who she pursues.

Instead, it was 'plundered'.

A brutal robbery.

boy meets girl
The heat fades away, replaced by the gentleness of the night.

Freya would occasionally imagine this, imagining that there was such a person in the world.

A person who can let himself sink.

A person who can make oneself give up everything to love, to occupy, to plunder, to desire.

But she failed every time because her imagination was not enough for her to simulate such an existence.

Even if she combined all the "beauty" she had seen, she still couldn't get the right answer, because there was no single standard of beauty except for herself, so how could she imagine "perfection"?

To imagine yourself?

This road is also a dead end.

Even though she saw her perfect reflection in the mirror, Freya had no tendency to fall in love with herself.

Freya was in trouble, but having said that, there was nothing to worry about. She was already happy enough. Even if it was not 'perfect', she would continue to look for 'encounters'. She was such a free person.

If quality cannot reach the dream, then use quantity to pile it up.

At the end of a beautiful encounter, one day when you have many wives and concubines, you may finally convince yourself——

【That's enough.】

Unsatisfied desires may also disappear on that day.

And she is still the top of Orario——

【Goddess of Beauty. Freya】

However, just yesterday, a small accident occurred.

Because of some unpleasantness with Ishtar, who was also the goddess of beauty, although Freya never took her seriously, it was really annoying to have flies flying around in front of her, so she went to bed earlier than usual.

And in her dream, she saw it.

That perfect soul.

Freya had somewhat forgotten how she felt when she saw the other person for the first time, because it was too unreal. It was not like a quiet midsummer night, but a frenzied festival day, with the rustling of leaves in the woods and the clattering of footsteps echoing in her ears. Countless people were moving forward, countless people were running, and countless human-shaped torches spread the remaining glow on the earth, igniting from the distant darkness until the endless forest was burned down.

Crazy paintings, fanatical paintings, Freya seemed to see the altar of mankind thousands of years ago, where fanatics prayed for the blessings of God with their narrow-minded thoughts and crazy behaviors.

The absurd sacrifice suddenly became traceable. Freya, who should have been mocking and missing it, saw a touch of white on the high bronze platform.

An invisible soul, a soul praised by countless people.

have met.

It was just a glimpse, but my breath stopped. In my life, in the thousands of years of memory of the gods, I have never seen the most brilliant, the most dazzling, the most dazzling, the purest, the greatest soul!

It wasn't that she attracted him, but that he took away everything from her, raped her, and humiliated her.

Almost at the moment of seeing that soul, that person, Freya felt a throbbing from her brain! Down! --Eroding her whole body!

The reptile coiled around the neck, sucking on the tender white skin.

It was as if he was being hugged by a giant maze master, and his internal organs were being squeezed dry by brute force.

pain.

itch.

numb.

It's like using a sharp fork to pierce the body frequently starting from the brain, causing numbness, itching, pain and pleasure!

It feels so fucking good!!!
What. What is that?!

Pure, yet hot, the soul is like a flame, no, it is closer to the 'phenomenon' of flame - that is, [light]!
The flawless light should not have changed, but the refracted shadows lingered in different halos.

Being in your perfect self, yet still evolving?

[Perfect] but [imperfect]?
Soft, straightforward, and pure, Freya was completely unable to describe that soul in words.

It's not just the soul, what about the body, the icing on the cake?

In her sleep, Freya turned over and took a deep breath through her nose, as if to force her brain not to wake up from the dream.

She tried hard to see the child's appearance, but could only vaguely see that he was a handsome boy with black hair and a thin figure.

White, wearing white..combat uniform?
There is always a slight smile on his face.

He reaches out to the world as if hell and heaven have nothing to do with him.

Good people and evil people gathered in front of his fingers, pressing on each other, with hideous faces, pushing and obstructing each other.

The purest goodness, the highest humanity, why do these two opposites exist at the same time?

Contradiction, but it was this contradiction that was raging in Freya's brain and body like an electric current, making her lower abdomen hot and sweat break out on her forehead - no, all the sweat glands in her body were running in an overclocked state, seeping into the sheets.

Yes, what is it?!
Oh, it's a fever, you must be sick! (Wise General)
It is absolutely unacceptable for a dignified God to suffer injustice because of illness.

Even in her sleep, Freya subconsciously placed her hands between her plump legs, gritted her teeth, and tried to use her hand skills that had been practiced for hundreds of millions of years to fight against the beastly nature of God! The invasion of the virus.

It’s divine martial arts!
Yes, martial arts! A martial artist has his own fists and feet! And the goddess of beauty also has her own methods!

Freya, the goddess who single-handedly conquered the realm of the gods, was definitely strong enough! She was definitely a person of enlightenment! A mere virus, she could just blast it away! There was no way she could lose—

Defeated! (Reread)

The ups and downs of the roller coaster with mountains and peaks were too much for Freya to handle. How could her body, which had lost its divine power, accept the winding and circling of an ascetic, or tolerate the bizarre journey to Wushan?

Defeated, leaving only frequent tremors.

But she didn't want to wake up from her sleep, even though she was confused and disoriented.

Half asleep and half awake, she was so afraid that her team members would come and disturb her rest for some urgent matter.

She swore that no matter how much she loved her family, she would not talk to them for at least three days as punishment for interrupting her dream. If it was because of some dark faction, she would do whatever it took to kill them all within a week! Chop them up and chop them into pieces!

Fortunately, in the end it didn't happen.

Freya completed the entire dream, in which she was 'pampered' until she could no longer bear it and fainted completely.

What woke her up the next day was not the group members but the light shining through the curtains into the room.

It's moonlight.

At night, on the top floor of the Tower of Babel, the center of Orario.

Freya lazily climbed up from the bed, and accompanied by Sasha's soft voice, she slowly took off the thin quilt that was already half soaked. Before falling to the ground, it was reluctant to touch the goddess' skin, outlining and highlighting her devilish figure again.

Hey.

Freya glanced around the room with a confused look. She didn't know when, but her underwear and pajamas had been thrown into the corner. From the looks of it, she must have been in a hurry.

I can't remember clearly.

She shook her head, put on new clothes, and walked out of the room.

"Lady Freya."

Outside the room, a pigman was half-kneeling, having been waiting there for who knows how long.

The fierce Ota.

Orario - the strongest person.

"Ota, have you been on guard here half the night?"

Freya pinched her brows and seemed to be still a little dizzy.

Relying on her memory, she reached to the side of the room, picked up a bottle of red wine and started drinking.

She was a little dehydrated.

"Yes, because there are some things I want to report to Lady Freya, but I can't disturb Lady Freya's sleep."

"Ota, you are always so thoughtful." Although she was drinking directly from the bottle, Freya drank it elegantly and calmly. After quenching her thirst, she swept her lips with her pink fingertips to wipe off the wine stains.

"You did the right thing. I had a very important dream yesterday. Even if it was you, I would be a little angry if you disturbed my dream, you know? I also thought that if you interrupted my sleep, I would not talk to you for at least three days."

"Yes."

Ota lowered his head, glad that he had listened to his partner's 'advice'.

"Well, then, you can report now," Freya said with satisfaction.

"Yes, last night I found a young man who I think might suit Lady Freya's taste."

"Hmm? Ota, you would recommend a child from the lower world to me? This is really rare."

Freya's originally tired heart began to have some expectations. It didn't matter if it was any other child, but if it was Ota, he would most likely choose a child who was quite talented in "combat".

It just so happens that I’ve been in the mood for some hearty dishes lately.

"You did a great job, Ota. Wait a moment, I'll think about how to reward you."

"Yes, Lady Freya," Ota said calmly.

Freya walked to the floor-to-ceiling window in her cool pajamas and opened the curtains.

The Tower of Babel on the top floor is high enough to overlook the entire Orario, giving a panoramic view of this huge city.

Ugly Happy Street.

The adventurer's street is filled with a fiery atmosphere.

Freya saw all of this. Due to the special nature of the "Goddess of Beauty", even without the need for additional divine power, she could clearly see the "souls" of all the children in the entire city.

And whenever there was something new, she couldn't help but take action and kidnap the child she liked.

Children with beautiful souls often have amazing potential, so before they knew it, Freya's family became the strongest.

So, what will happen to Freya's adventure today?

(Well, I’m not in a good mood today.)
For some reason, Freya always felt that something was wrong with the state of soul observation today.

It's blurry, and the color is also lighter. How should I put it? It's like looking up at the starry sky on a street full of lights and wine, and you can't see anything.

"hold head high?"

Making the humming sound of the mc villagers, Freya glanced at a corner of her sight with a faint smile.

The tavern opened by the family member that he liked the most.

【Mistress of abundance】

And
Ritsuka Fujimaru came out of the store with a smile on his face.

Hey?
The smile is frozen.

"."

Hey?
Once again confused.

Blink, rub your eyes, and look again.

".Ota, let me confirm once again, the person you want to recommend is not a human boy with black hair, a handsome appearance, about sixteen years old, fair skin, a good figure, and a beautiful collarbone line." Freya chanted at a high speed.

"I don't know about the clavicle line, but I do know about other features."

Ota replied rigidly.

".That's it."

Freya didn't say anything, she just closed her eyes, slowly turned around, moved, and planned to sit back in her seat -

Bang!

The woman suddenly slipped and fell to the ground, sitting on her buttocks with her hands on the sofa.

"Lady Freya!"

"."

Freya said nothing, but tried to get up.

pat!

But he trembled and fell to his knees on the ground with his head lowered the next moment.

This time, she spoke.