118 God

"God, the creator of our lives, the sun and moon, we beseech you to heed our plea. All children, women, and men face grave peril with the resurrection of the demon king. Our world teeters on the brink against this threat! God, we implore you to grant our Hero your divine and holy power and magic to vanquish the demon king, sealing him away from our world for eternity," Bishop Papias fervently prayed.

The church hall echoed with his words, and the crowd watched with bated breath, hoping for a divine response.

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"What in the world is he saying? Is that the language of the gods?" Shaitan wondered as he gazed at Bishop Papias, who continued to speak in the unknown tongue, followed by the sisters of the church who echoed his words.

The rest of the people in attendance, caught up in the fervor of the ceremony, joined in with their own prayers.

"Oh, mighty God, hear our plea!"

"Bestow your almighty power upon our hero, we beseech you."

"Divine Creator, we implore you tonight. Grant your limitless strength to our hero."

"May their heart be fortified by your grace."

"Guide our hero's steps and shield them from harm."

The church hall reverberated with these earnest invocations, as everyone present poured their hopes and faith into the ceremony.

"Daddy, will the Gods hear our prayers?"

"Of course, they will hear our prayers."

"Bless our hero, oh almighty God. Please bestow him with courage and strength."

As the prayers continued, Princess Moli returned and joined the ceremony. She didn't say a

word but took her place and gazed at Shaitan.

The Saints, including Regavan, Uram, Pluge, and Elden, also joined in the prayers, their hearts filled with hope.

Yet, as Shaitan prayed along with the others, he began to feel impatient. "Why the heck isn't anything happening? I've been praying for over ten minutes, but I don't feel anything unusual," he thought irritably. Soon, he noticed his surroundings becoming hazy and white, and he felt himself losing his senses.

"Why do I suddenly feel sick?" Shaitan muttered as he closed his eyes, trying to steady himself.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in an entirely unfamiliar place. Panic surged within him. "Wait! What is this place? I was just in the church ceremony a moment ago," he thought, his heart racing as he took in the strange surroundings.

Shaitan stood atop a towering structure, its white stone meticulously carved and adorned with golden balustrades featuring intricate floral patterns. He approached the railing to get a better look, and his eyes widened in astonishment.

"There are more buildings like this one, and the architecture is beyond belief. If someone without any understanding of physics saw this, they'd say it's impossible. Have I been teleported once again?" he murmured, his gaze fixed on the breathtaking landscape below. The sky was a warm shade of blue, and the entire atmosphere was serene, soothing, and free of the tensions and worries that had plagued him before.

"Mortal, come here. I don't have much time!" A mature woman's voice echoed in Shaitan's ears, causing him to whirl around in search of the source.

"Who are you, miss?" Shaitan inquired, his eyes fixated on the figure that had appeared before him. She was a tall, mature lady with cyan hair, blue eyes, and a seductive, curvaceous body. Her attire was a white dress adorned with a silver floral pattern, with one leg provocatively exposed, showcasing her thick, white thighs. However, it was her ample, perfectly proportioned breasts that drew Shaitan's attention the most.

Shaitan stared at her with lust and sex-hungry gaze. " Who is this lady? She looks sexy like a pornstar from Earth but more sexier milf and perfect body. I wanna suck her breast and fuck her pussy until her womb is filled with my semen."

The beautiful lady remained silent, her hands rolling one over the other as she regarded Shaitan with a disappointed expression. "Mortal, don't dare to dream about having a taste of my body. I am Sameha, the current ruler of the world. I can hear your thoughts clearly, and if you entertain such thoughts any further, I will disintegrate your mind and cast you into the eternal void, where you will wander endlessly for eternity."

Shaitan felt an immediate and overwhelming sense of danger emanating from the lady. The hair on his body stood on end, and the air around him seemed charged with electricity. A shiver ran down his spine, and he had to resist the urge to wet himself. Taking a deep breath, he managed to compose himself.

"Huff... Huff... Huff... Huff... Huff..." Shaitan panted, trying to calm his racing heart. "She can read my mind! How is that possible? Wait... She's a goddess... Does that mean our prayer ceremony worked?" Shaitan pondered, his gaze fixed on the enigmatic goddess before him.

Sameha's voice carried a tone of authority and annoyance as she responded, "Of course, my minions' annoying prayers reached my peaceful domain. Do you know what? You and the church flocks disrupt my pleasant time for the sake of a blessing to defeat that filthy demon. Why do you think I should bless you with my power?" Her words were not friendly; they held a commanding quality.

Shaitan stammered in response, "G... Goddess Sa... Sameha, I need a blessing to seal the demon king and save the world from danger."

"I don't see my answer in your reply. If you utter any words that don't sound reasonable, you know what will happen to you," Sameha warned, her fingers gently caressing her beautiful cyan hair.

Shaitan was rendered speechless by her response, unsure of how to proceed. He couldn't have anticipated that she would demand a reason for the blessing. "What... the f#ck is wrong with her? I came to seek a blessing; they didn't tell me she would require a reason," he thought, his frustration mounting.

"Have you forgotten that I can read your mind, mortal?" Sameha suddenly appeared behind Shaitan and pushed him forcefully to the ground. The impact shattered the beautiful tiles beneath him into pieces of rocks.

"Ahhhhh... Please, let me go... I'm a hero; you cannot kill me!" Shaitan cried out in pain, desperate for her to release him. However, the goddess remained unmoved, staring down at him with disdain.

"Watch your mouth, you insignificant mortal. What makes you think you're so special? You are nothing but a short-lived being. I have no desire to waste my precious power on you!" She spoke and placed her foot on his back.

"Ahhhhh! No, please... Ahhhhhhhh!" Shaitan screamed in agony, writhing beneath her, like a fish out of water desperately trying to find relief. Despite his efforts, he couldn't escape the goddess's oppressive hold.

Sameha looked at him and realized that he had lost consciousness. She removed her foot from his back and sighed in mild frustration.

"This mortal is utterly useless! He came here seeking my power, a luxurious life, and the adoration of others. I have no desire to bless someone so driven by base sexual desire and a desire for showmanship... Wait, perhaps I can use him," Sameha thought, her expression suddenly changing as a bright idea crossed her mind.

"Wake up, you mortal, don't keep me waiting," Sameha whispered with a sultry voice.

"Huh?... Where am I... You! How could you do that to me? I'm the chosen one, the Hero who will save the world from the demon king. If you kill me, the world will be doomed!" Shaitan stammered in fear as he gazed at Sameha. However, his fear turned to blank astonishment when he saw her sitting in a chair with a table set for tea, complete with cups, a kettle, and a transparent umbrella that partially blocked some of the light. She had one leg crossed over the other and was calmly sipping her tea.

Shaitan couldn't help but stare at her alluring, curvaceous legs, and his arousal became evident as his pants formed a noticeable tent.

Sameha noticed his reaction but didn't comment. It seemed pointless to expect anything other than lust from him.

"Mortal, tell me your name," she asked, still not making eye contact, her attention focused on her tea.

"Shaitan," he said with fear, trying to calm his racing heart.

"Shaitan... Very well, Shaitan. I have a task for you. If you complete it, I will grant you my power. But if you fail, your soul will be sent to an eternal void," Sameha stated calmly, her gaze icy as she peered at him.

"A task? Nobody told me I had to do a task. I came here to receive a blessing. If I delay, the demon king will destroy the world!" Shaitan protested, clearly agitated.

"That is none of my concern. Whether you were informed or not, I want a simple answer, yes or no. Will you accept my task?" Sameha inquired, her eyes locked on Shaitan, waiting for his reply.

"What the f#... She can read my mind. I can't even say a word. What's happening? I came here to get a blessing and seal the demon king, to have a luxurious life. But now, she wants me to do her task... I don't have time for this. I need that blessing," Shaitan thought for a long moment before finally opening his mouth.

"Tell me about the task!" Shaitan demanded, his curiosity and anxiety pushing him to seek answers.

"Do you know, Shaitan, who I am? I am Goddess Sameha, the current ruler of the world. Every being in this world recognizes me as a goddess and respects me. I do not sense any respect from your mouth," Sameha replied with a frigid tone, her gaze locked onto Shaitan. He felt an overwhelming sense of dread creeping over him, causing him to take a few steps back.

"Goddess, please tell me about the task," Shaitan reluctantly asked his desire to know what he was getting into warring with his fear.

"I will tell you about the task when you accept," Sameha replied firmly.

"What? How can I accept something without knowing the details—" Shaitan started to protest but was silenced by the intense look in Sameha's eyes. He lost his resolve to argue against her.

"Okay, I will accept your task," he conceded, his anger and frustration simmering beneath the surface.

"Oh, you finally accepted it after all that resistance," Sameha remarked with a sense of exasperation. "Listen, mortal Shaitan, your task will be to kill a human named Xzson. He is currently in the Dargon Kingdom."

As soon as Shaitan heard the name "Xzson," shock washed over him. "Xzson!" he mumbled the name, his mind racing with thoughts. Sameha noticed his reaction and realized that he might know something about this person.

"Do you know him?" she asked with curiosity evident on her face.

"Maybe I could say I know of him, but I know him. He was a loser motherf#cker from my world who couldn't even fight," Shaitan replied with a hint of satisfaction in his voice as he shared his knowledge about Xzson with the goddess.

Sameha listened attentively to every word Shaitan said about the human named Xzson. After hearing his description, she began to have doubts. "He might be a different person, then. There's no way someone like him would commit such sins," she murmured, deep in thought.

"What sins?" Shaitan inquired, his curiosity piqued by her words.

"You don't need to know the details. Your task is to kill him. I grant you some of my holy power now, and if you successfully complete your mission, I will bless you with the rest of my power," Sameha declared. She rose from her chair and extended her arm toward Shaitan. A radiant light, filled with sparkling particles, flowed from her fingers and enveloped Shaitan's body.

"Go and don't disappoint me," she instructed with her final words before disappearing from her position. Shaitan was left in a state of bewilderment. He looked around and found himself back in the church. Bishop Papias, the sisters, and the congregation were deeply engrossed in their prayers.

Suddenly, Shaitan collapsed to the floor, his breath coming out in heavy gasps.

"Hero!"

"What happened to him?"

"Someone help him."

The crowd grew anxious, fearing that the hero had met with some dire misfortune.

"Move aside, let me see what happened," Papias demanded, pushing his way through the crowd. As he examined the hero's body, he noticed a strange symbol on Shaitan's chest.

The room resounded with joy as people celebrated the successful blessing. Smiles, hugs, and laughter filled the air. The Saints, too, couldn't help but smile at the positive turn of events.

"Mmmmm," Shaitan groaned as he regained consciousness. He looked around and saw the jubilant crowd.

Sharfery approached him and congratulated, "Hero, congratulations! You are now a true hero."

Shaitan, however, didn't share their elation. He replied with determination, "Not yet. We have to kill Xzson!"