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My Goddess is Good at Pretending

Imagination was the eye of the soul, the beginning of creation. Despite her immense power, the Supreme Goddess of Mysterious Origin had to seal herself after saving the world from the threat of destruction. However, she was sent to another world by the universe's will. Ely was a girl suffering from partial memory loss. She was known as the shrine priestess of the Sacred Mountain. One day, she received the holy mission to unseal her Goddess Master. She got her priorities straight. However... The pets she adopted became the Demon Kings, capable of suppressing the world. The tree she planted became the World Tree, forming a bridge between heaven and earth. The passerby who received enlightenment from her became the Sage who led the entire generation. The disciples she nurtured became bigshots known across the three worlds. When she looked back... The street painter who pestered her for her handicrafts and paintings turned out to be a God. The young priestess she recruited was actually the number one saintess from the Divine World. She was known as the holy saintess. Yet, she still referred to herself as a mortal.

YuuZu · Fantasy
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487 Chs

Dragon Level Threat

"Girl, you need to be a little wary of strangers. You even ate the barbeque just like that. Haven't you ever thought that I could harm you?" Elysia shook her head with a subtle smile.

"I'm always wary of everyone, especially strangers. However, for some reason, I know you're not evil, sir." Linda also wondered why.

She could tell Mister El was a powerful esper. Thus, she could do nothing if he wished to harm her either. If everything was predestined, then she only had to embrace her fate.

"I see. You have good eyes, judgement, hunch, and luck. Can you tell me more about yourself? I am a good listener." Elysia nodded in understanding.

A person can usually distinguish the good from the bad, and she knew Linda had more inner foreboding power than ordinary people.

"I'm just a poor herb picker, sir. My story may not interest you." Linda felt a little depressed and looked down.