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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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Goddess Sisters

In a realm untouched by time, where dreams and reality danced in a harmonious embrace, six figures of exquisite heavenly beauties lay asleep in their crystalline coffins.

Elysia circled each crystalline coffin, casting her imaginary touch to awaken her Goddess friends. They were the ones who shared their life, power, and glory with her. She preferred to call them her Goddess sisters.

"Arise from your slumber, my Goddess sisters."

Elysia's soft voice echoed along with the subtle ripples in the air that spread from her imaginary touch. The six Goddesses basked in the divine light and slowly returned to consciousness.

As they stirred from their slumber, a soft, golden light emanated from their divine form, casting a gentle radiance illuminating their surroundings. Their awakening was a symphony of grace and tranquillity, a moment when the very essence of beauty seemed to stir the air.

"E-Ely?"