The Goddess Is Obsessed With Me Chapter 79

"Luceria... Who will be your counterpart?"

Spoke the emotionless doll.

With a voice of pure and unresentful coldness, devoid of emotion, she posed her question to her master.

"Hmm... I don't know myself, I can't see the complete future."

However, her master responded with an indifferent and casual voice, not lacking emotion, but interest.

"But what's certain is that they exist now... and will continue to exist, definitely soone very special."

Who could this counterpart be that the master spoke of with such reverence?

"I don't quite understand..."

The doll, having evolved over a bit of ti and learned new things, was now capable of mimicking emotions to a small extent.

"Could you please explain more clearly?"

Attempting to appear as apologetic as possible, she asked again, prompting her master to tilt her head in a slightly ambiguous expresshion.

"I can't feel him precisely, nor can I foresee him, but it's certain that eventually, as ti approaches eternity, the ti will co."

As she said this, her eyes widened in a transverse manner, looking blankly into space, as if gazing into sothing abstract.

"Hmm... Um..."

What was she looking at? As ti passed, her eyes filled with intrigue and soon, even a hint of yearning.

Finally, after completing her foresight, the master half-closed her eyes, relaying what she had seen.

"It's still too distant a story, hard to make out. I can barely see the face, only the re existence is perceptible..."

A future counterpart unknown to her, a subject of increasing anticipation and longing, a figure of boundless interest.

"My counterpart will be unlike anyone else, filled with ambition, but compared to the gods, their essence is far too ugly and finite."

Listening to her, one might think the counterpart was destined to be despised, yet it seed to be just a montary sentint. "Nevertheless, I can assure you of this, they possess a fatally attractive charm."

With longing eyes, as if entranced, she delved into her innermost feelings.

"Like pristine water unseen in any era, they possess an unblemished beauty. They may be imperfect and full of flaws, but to , they are too pure and clear to be unworthy..."

With these words, she hung her head like a puppet with severed strings, exhaling a breath laced with myriad emotions.

"Well... I can’t provide more details, that's as much as I can tell."

Her face showed a hint of disappointnt, but she quickly smirked, returning to her usual deanor.

"You haven't forgotten your misshion, have you?"

Shifting the topic, she asked the doll she created, who resembled herself, with a serious expresshion.

"Yes... If your body is destroyed, I will conceal my identity and hide among mortals, waiting for the ti... I have not forgotten the aning of my life."

Satisfied with the answer, she reinforced the fact she had emphasized several tis in the doll’s mind.

"Yes, in the distant future... when the ti cos, my followers will seek you out, even if it takes ages."

Humans may face destruction but never truly defeat.

This was the enlightennt she gained from studying humans, and I, too, through my long life among them, eting and parting with many, learned this crucial knowledge.

Humans are essentially fragile.

No matter how they struggle, they can't escape biological death. Compared to gods, they are too easily broken, finite beings.

Thus, to gods, humans are insignificant creatures.

However... even though they are so frail, they possess sothing not even gods can break...

The reason they continue to exist despite being the weakest in the world...

It's their will.

Humans reproduce, live their short lives, and pass down universal knowledge and individual will to their offspring. "That’s exactly why humans have been able to exist until now, and why they have survived in a world ruled by gods and dragons since ancient tis."

'My will is embedded in mortals; though they may be unstable, they persist and continue to follow my will, no matter how much ti passes.'

That’s why she utilized the will of humans.

As long as there were those who served her, her plans could never be thwarted.

Knowing that humans’ will could serve as a foundation to fulfill her plans, she used it as a ans.

Thus, she first created those who would fall for her, and over ti, they gathered and ford an organization...

We called them heretics.

Different regions and people had various nas for them, but commonly they were known as cult mbers, with one sole purpose...

The resurrection of Luceria, an ancient being once revered and adored by many, but now a fallen deity, shunned by the world.

They were originally derived from her and existed solely for her.

However, as ti passed, even the most steadfast essence changes. As the will was passed down, it slowly beca distorted, and now their purpose has shifted to reviving not only her but several ancient gods, as is widely known today.

And I was originally part of the cult, born of her, granted life and purpose by her. It was a natural destiny, the original reason for the existence of our kind, known as spirits.

I lived through eons, eagerly awaiting the ti she spoke of, sotis even leading the cult.

But... at so point, I began to learn.

Another knowledge gained from living among humans.

Initially, I was born emotionless, a puppet of hers, but as I assimilated with them, I learned to think for myself and acquired morals and concepts, along with various other human traits. "Okay..."

Arsia spoke chanically, her voice cold and devoid of emotion.

"Your counterpart..."

She kept murmuring that single word, resigned to the destiny set by the ancient deity.

This acceptance led to a natural ergence of anxiety.

"I don’t want to die..."

This was the instinct for survival. Over ti, she began to question her life's purpose of dying for her creator, and eventually...

"I won't follow you anymore...! I want to exist as myself!"

She rebelled against the cult and resisted the impending fate.

"Weren’t you ant to be the aning of her life? Why are you saying this now, when the ti has co?"

One day, a new generation of elite cult mbers, with a completely different aura, ca looking for . I instinctively sensed...

'The ti is almost up...'

The ancient deity, Luceria, who created , was close to using as a sacrifice for her resurrection.

Resisting fate is futile... If I remained passive, I’d be sacrificed in so way. I had to prepare a counterasure.

And so, the thod I created...

"Ah... Light? What happened?"

Like Luceria, who created in her image, I divided part of the magic that constituted my body to create a doppelgänger resembling .

And her na was...

"Hello? You are Aris. I brought you into existence."

"By doing so, I could delay becoming the sacrifice... but eventually, as I nurtured Aris's existence..."

Listening to Arsia's story from beginning to end, I was captivated.

"I was caught in a weakness. Once, the pendant, a re ornant worn by Luceria, was used to bind Aris's life and to blackmail ."

That was the situation.

Arsia created Aris to resist her destined fate, successfully preventing Luceria's resurrection, but...

"I had no choice... Maybe it's a parent's heart... I wanted not to beco like her, giving Aris the emotions I lacked, so I had to choose."

She, like her own parental figure Luceria, had not received maternal affection, but she gave it to Aris, eventually growing attached. When Aris was linked to the pendant, her vulnerability was exploited, forcing her into an unfair agreent and obliging her to work for them. "In exchange for not sacrificing Aris and for Luceria's resurrection, the negotiation terms were to obey their commands until a suitable replacent is found... That's why I've been tolerating what's been happening at the academy so far..."

The revelation of all these hidden truths felt like a release from a deep-seated burden.

If the reason for Arsia's adherence to the cult was Aris, then now that issue has been resolved.

"So, will you now oppose them?"

She responded without a mont's hesitation.

"Of course, now I will annihilate the cult with my own hands."

Her determination, tinged with a hint of madness, sent shivers down my spine.

"Then, what's their goal now?"

"They'll probably give up on using as a sacrifice for her resurrection. But they won't stop; they'll hasten to find soone exceptional, perhaps not as much as , but still a notable participant for their purpose."

The task at hand was clear. The more desperate they beca, the more mistakes they would make, creating advantageous situations for us.

"It seems they'll kidnap outstanding individuals and hasten the resurrection. We can't afford to relax, we must act quickly."

With that, Aris and I nodded in agreent.

"Arsia, there’s still much to discuss, but let's focus on what needs to be done first."

Arsia, montarily touched by Aris's words, looked at her with a tender smile, perhaps feeling the fulfillnt of the maternal affection she ntioned earlier.

Her deanor changed, even her choice of words seed older, a bit awkward compared to her appearance.

"So, what should we do now?"

"We just need to protect the talented individuals. A good body is needed for a god's soul to inhabit."

"Talented individuals..."

At this, Aris seed to ponder for a mont, then suddenly...

"What?! "

She exclaid in disbelief, looking around in confushion. And then...

"Harold! Where's Marika?!"

Aris urgently asked .

Marika...?

As her words made look around...

She's really gone...?

At so point, she had disappeared.

We had been together since leaving the alley, but she had vanished like a ghost...

Could it be...!

The worst possible scenario began to unfold in my mind.

"What do we do...?!"

Aris, sharing similar thoughts, contorted her expresshion from its previous calm.

"Wait... there’s not a single cult mber here..."

But that wasn't the only problem...

The number of cult mbers lying on the ground... When we entered, there were precisely 10...

"Now there are only 9 on the floor..."

"One's missing?"

I hadn't noticed when they disappeared.

Thud!!

A loud, jarring noise disrupted my thoughts.

Exchanging a concerned look with Aris, Arsia suddenly slamd the desk with an intensity we hadn’t seen before.

"Wait! 'He' is missing!"

Who was she talking about...?

Did she see sothing I didn’t? To , they all looked the sa except for their stature.

"The leader of the cult mbers in this academy... a man with a radically different belief, trying to awaken an ancient deity!"

The situation seed grave, her anxious deanor not matching her usual poise.

"He was definitely here..."

A blonde girl stood alone in the empty hallway.

"The place my brother ntioned... We were supposed to et here..."

Who was she waiting for?

"Marika"

But before I could ponder further, soone called out the girl's na and appeared calmly.

"My brother...?! What happened to you?!"

It was the princess's brother, the crown prince destined to rule the kingdom.

"You're all wet! What happened-"

The prince appeared completely drenched, his hair also wet, adding to the mystery. "Marika..."

Despite his sister's concern, he approached with a heavy atmosphere and then...

"Co with for a mont, I have a place to go."

He made an unexpected and sowhat forceful request to her.