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The atmosphere in the space became extremely tense. The wildly churning aura was like a hurricane raging above Shelley’s head, and then it rushed straight at him.
And Shelley, this man who dared to draw his sword on the Twin Fates, his face was stern, his eyes sharp, and the corners of his mouth held an arrogant, evil smile…
Under their gaze, Shelley raised the sword in his hand and swung it at the sky above his head. A normal longsword, a normal swing, but it brought up a huge gust of wind.
After the hurricane, everything seemed calm, and nothing had happened…
Shelley took a deep breath and shouted, “Open.”
Crack.
A huge sword mark appeared in the space above his head. Shelley had directly cut a crack in this space. Through this sword mark, Shelley could see the scene outside.
Several people had fainted together. Because Shelley had rushed to the front, he was pressed at the bottom. And at this time, besides Shelley, the few women all showed signs of waking up, letting out a few moans.
“…”
His eyes moved, but Shelley’s expression did not change. He let the sword mark gradually disappear and did not take the opportunity to escape. He turned his head to look at the two goddesses, maintaining the evil smile of a dragon king.
And then… he sheathed his sword without hesitation.
Beshaba: ???
Tymora: ???
You little brat, something’s not right. Weren’t you so arrogant just now? What are you trying to pull now?
“You… what is the meaning of this?”
A grand voice echoed in Shelley’s mind, majestic and imposing.
Hearing this, Shelley relaxed his aura, shrugged, and said, unconcerned, “I’m telling you…”
“As long as I want to leave, you can’t stop me.”
“And the fact that I’m still here is my sincerity.”
Shelley smiled calmly, looked up at both sides, and said, with a hint of meaning, “Sincerity shouldn’t be a two-way street?”
Tymora’s cold expression melted. She looked down at the chattering ant at her feet with a smile and said, “Respect is only for when both sides have the same status.”
Shelley raised an eyebrow and asked, feigning confusion, “Is that so? You think I’m only qualified to look at you directly, but not to have an equal dialogue?”
Without waiting for them to reply, Shelley flicked the hilt of his sword with his thumb and said with a smile, “Knight of the Crown.”
“Dreamwalker.”
“Divine Bloodline.”
“Dragon Slayer.”
“The one who eliminated the godspawn.”
“The current wielder of Pale Justice.”
At the end, Shelley paused and said with a light laugh, “…Godslayer.”
With every title Shelley said, the aura on his body began to rise. When he said the final “Godslayer,” the aura emanating from Shelley’s body had a chance to break through the limits of the space.
Although Shelley’s aura could not compete with the two goddesses, it was not to be underestimated.
The aura only lasted for a while. He relaxed and said, neither humble nor arrogant, “You two esteemed ladies.”
“Do you still think that I am not qualified to receive your respect?”
The pressure of the goddesses beside him did not decrease, but instead grew more and more intense. However, the moment the pressure reached its peak, it suddenly disappeared.
A magnetic chuckle sounded in Shelley’s ear, “Hehehe.”
“How interesting.”
The two high mountains disappeared. Two exceptionally beautiful and noble women appeared before Shelley.
One was a woman in a magnificent robe, with a noble and gentle temperament. She wore a simple gold crown on her shoulder-length, platinum-blonde hair.
The other was a woman in fiery attire, looking beautiful and wild. She wore a decoration made of deer antlers on her head.
Hmm… At this time, their faces did not show the anger of being looked down upon by a mortal. Instead, they were looking at Shelley with an inquiring gaze, smiling faintly.
Very goddess-like… in a sense. The kind of goddess who was worshipped by thousands and would not care about a poor loser looking down on her. At most, she would sneer in her heart, but on the outside, she would definitely be cold and aloof. And the despised loser could only silently cry in the middle of the night and then post a sad social media update…
But if you were a very capable young man, a goddess would always look at you with a higher regard. Even if there wouldn’t be any in-depth exchanges, at least your statuses were similar, and you could communicate normally.
Looking at their actions, Shelley let out a small sigh of relief in his heart.
“Thank goodness…”
Shelley knew… he had bet right. He was qualified enough to stand and receive their respect.
Shelley’s set of operations was not that easy. First was a show of force, to show his value and strength, not to be taken lightly. Then he took a step back to give them face, to let them down easy. This seemed neither humble nor arrogant, and he had a good sense of propriety.
And if it were the other way around… if Shelley had no strength, or his strength was not enough to make the two of them look at him with a higher regard, then it would have become a trash-stream male protagonist being humiliated by a domineering female CEO (crossed out)… At most, he would maintain his superficial dignity, and then say a few resentful words about “thirty years east, thirty years west”…
Shelley didn’t want that kind of script. That would be too hard to bear.
Although he couldn’t just wave his hand and have a hundred thousand soldiers come and build him a doghouse, and he couldn’t just burst out and defeat the two villainous evil women on the spot… but he could still guarantee his basic dignity.
This world, to put it bluntly… the most important thing was still strength. Without strength, you couldn’t protect anything. Wealth, dignity, life…
The scantily clad Beshaba raised her head slightly and said to Shelley in an arrogant tone, “Shelley, do you know what you’ve done?”
“This is a provocation against fate!”
Wow, putting a label on it.
Shrugging, Shelley immediately replied, “What have I done? I’ve just made a choice for you.”
“To put it bluntly… my existence is not very necessary.”
Oh?
Tymora looked at Shelley’s actions with amusement. She glanced almost imperceptibly at Beshaba beside her, and found it even more interesting when she saw that she was also a little shocked.
“You mean?”
At this time, Shelley finally saw the faces of the two goddesses under the light.
Hmm… one had an oval face, and the other a melon-seed face… each had its own merits. A gentle and kind, pink-cut-black little devil big sister and a big sister who looked like a nightclub queen on the outside.
Both styles were not bad.
…But now was not the time to consider such things.
Spreading his hands, Shelley shook his head at the two goddesses whose smiles were gradually becoming brilliant, “You two ladies, let’s be frank.”
“I’ve had enough of the confusing dialogue. We can talk openly.”
He smiled and observed their reactions, saying slowly, “About… the truth of this game of fate.”
There is only one truth.
Shinjitsu wa itsumo hitotsu.
