The next morning, the gods gathered at the Tower of Babel as usual.
Yesterday’s eting had ended abruptly, leaving everyone feeling a bit confused, so they all wanted to see exactly what was going on today.
However, when they arrived at the Tower of Babel, the first projection had already begun.
But this ti, it wasn’t the mysterious youth strategizing for the Dungeon, as before. Instead, it showed a fair-skinned youth, sprawled on the ground, fast asleep.
His silver hair was no longer hidden beneath the hood of his trench coat but fully visible in the projection. The youth’s face bore signs of maturity, but in this state of deep slumber, it looked innocent, almost childlike.
As the youth breathed in and out, an undeniable allure began to emanate from him, captivating everyone who looked at him—gods and mortals alike.
"Mmm~"
Several goddesses let out strange sounds, their bodies instinctively shifting as though reacting to an overwhelming urge. It was clear what was happening.
anwhile, the male deities’ eyes glimred with varying emotions.
So had drool dripping from their mouths, swallowing repeatedly as hunger flickered in their gazes.
Others had an unusually dark expression in their eyes, especially when they looked at old friends—those emotions were raw and obvious.
"Smack!"
A sudden clap rang out, infused with the power of the "Lust" Authority, snapping the almost frenzied gods back to reality.
"What... what just happened?"
"Yeah... I actually felt jealous of that idiot Takemikazuchi just now."
" too. For so inexplicable reason, I suddenly felt hungry, like I wanted to eat sothing."
The male gods reacted in different ways, while the female gods seed to share similar feelings.
Having existed for billions of years, the goddesses had witnessed all kinds of things and were all very aware of what had just happened.
"That... just now, I..."
Their eyes involuntarily drifted to the projection. The mont they saw the youth’s true form, a powerful surge of emotion surged within them.
"Smack!"
Just as several of the goddesses were about to lose control again, the sound of clapping snapped them back to reality.
"Everyone, be careful! Do not look at the projection right now, or you’ll be controlled by that child’s unchecked authority."
The voice, as soft as a breeze, imdiately told everyone who it belonged to.
"Freya-sama, were we just controlled?"
"Indeed. A powerful authority instantly stripped us of our reason and amplified the desires within each of us. If it had continued, our rationality would have evaporated, and we would have beco puppets controlled by our lust."
Freya wiped her hands, looking slightly frustrated.
"That bad!?"
The gods were taken aback.
Of course, the situation wasn’t as serious as Freya made it sound, but that authority had certainly triggered the deepest desires of the gods.
Freya knew exactly where this power ca from and from whom, so she imdiately countered the effects with desires of equal intensity to dispel their influence.
But there was a slight frown on Freya’s face, especially when she noticed the unusual longing in the eyes of the gods who had been staring at Bell.
This displeasure made her move much faster than usual.
She exaggerated the situation to make sure the curious goddesses didn’t get caught up in Bell’s "Lust."
"That child must have stopped to rest so quickly yesterday because his own power had reached a breakthrough. That’s why he can’t fully control it right now—it’s leaking."
As she explained, Freya realized why Bell had chosen to rest imdiately yesterday.
"So his fight with Behemoth made his divine power transcend?"
"He really played it well—he didn’t leave any trace."
When Freya saw Bell still sound asleep, she couldn’t help but smile.
"Seems even Bell’s getting a bit complacent after his advancent."
"Now, all the things we tried so hard to hide are exposed."
But that’s how the Dungeon works—sotis these things happen.
"We should wake him up."
While Freya enjoyed watching Bell like this, it was only in the mornings, when he was waking up, that his face looked especially innocent. It was only at this ti that Bell looked particularly endearing.
But considering the number of infatuated goddesses here,
If she let those lovesick goddesses keep staring at Bell, she knew she wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to jump up herself.
The power of "Lust" collided directly with Bell’s projection.
On the other side, Bell, who had been asleep, suddenly opened his eyes wide and shot up from the ground.
"What’s going on?"
He had just felt his consciousness struck by a familiar power.
Then, Bell felt millions of gazes locking onto him.
"..."
This left Bell montarily confused.
But then he quickly realized what was happening, raised a hand to wipe his face, and instantly his entire face beca blurred and unrecognizable.
...
"That was Freya, wasn’t it?"
Bell groaned as he rubbed his forehead. This was sothing he hadn’t anticipated.
Yesterday, he had co up with a strategy to deal with Leviathan and then decided to rest. Who would’ve thought that his carelessness would trigger the worst possible outco, exposing him completely unprepared to people from both worlds.
"Ah, this is a ss. I got too complacent yesterday with the fusion of desires."
Bell had clearly understood his current predicant.
He hadn’t expected such a twist after his promotion ceremony.
The exposure of his appearance had caused so trouble, but it wasn’t the end of the world. Even if his face was revealed, it wouldn’t make much of an impact.
After all, no one could see his true face unless he allowed it. The impact wasn’t that significant.
Bell scratched his head in resignation, pushing himself off the ground.
"Hm?"
After standing up, Bell noticed sothing wasn’t quite right.
His authority was spreading almost uncontrollably.
"Ah..."
Bell sighed and covered his face again.
He could sense the change in the gazes on him—many of them were filled with admiration, which he had already noticed.
The reason for this was likely that he hadn’t fully controlled the Seven Desires, and now they were affecting those who looked at him.
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