'Wait, I'm Supposed to Become a Goddess?! But I'm a Guy!'

The scene shifted, the situation doesn't go as planned.

Now facing two True Lord monsters, the woman’s expression barely shifted.

A faint crease touched her brow, but the cold stillness in her eyes remained.

Whatever was going through her mind, she didn’t show it.

Her gaze swept across the two figures in the sky, calculating something inside.

And whatever it was she's thinking, the old man prayed that it would work.

Finally, there was no more room for words.

Boom!

"Let's take her down together!" the lion growled, voice booming across the sky.

"Good!" the eagle responded, wings stretching wide behind.

The two monsters struck without hesitation.

Their combined momentum tore through the air, pressure rippling outward in wave-like bursts that cracked boulders and left deep scars in the ground.

Even distant cliffs quivered under the weight of their presence.

The lion moved first.

His body surged with power, rapidly expanding until he was the size of a mountain.

His fiery red mane flickered wildly in the wind, and his frame now matched the towering scale of the woman's ice giant.

Each of his steps sent shock tremors through the earth, warping the air with sheer heat.

In a flash, he was beside the ice giant, no build-up, no warning. Just raw, monstrous speed.

Boom!

His claw lashed out like a falling boulder, crashing toward the ice giant’s midsection.

The force behind it warped the sky, a direct, overwhelming blow.

But the woman was faster.

Her ice giant twisted at the last second, intercepting the attack with a brutal upward slash.

The two titanic limbs collided, claw against blade, with a deafening clang that split the air and sent out a shockwave powerful enough to level a forest.

Chunks of stone and ice blasted in every direction. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

The terrain was no longer just damaged, it was being carved apart.

The eagle dove next.

Lightning traced across its feathers as it descended, talons glowing bright with compressed energy.

It moved fast, unnaturally fast, looping around the ice giant’s blind side before thrusting its claws toward the woman’s position atop the giant.

She responded instantly.

Her ice construct twisted again, its arm swinging wide in a broad arc, intercepting the eagle mid-flight.

The clash sent sparks and fragments of frost across the sky, but the eagle recovered mid-air, wings pumping hard as it flipped backward and gained distance again.

There was no pause.

No breath.

The lion charged again, this time with his jaws open, flames flickering deep within.

The woman narrowed her eyes, hands moving in sharp, clean motions.

Her giant dropped low, ducking under the incoming bite before driving a knee into the lion’s jaw, sending his massive head snapping upward.

Boom!

The impact left a deep crater in the mountain below.

Shards of ice and scorched earth blasted outward like cannon fire.

But even as the lion reeled, the eagle returned.

It screeched loud enough to rupture stone and raked its claws down along the ice giant’s arm, leaving deep cracks in the frosty armor.

The lion recovered immediately, slamming his full weight forward.

The two monsters attacked in perfect sync, one above and one below, like seasoned predators closing in for the kill.

The woman’s defense was faltering, she was strong, overwhelmingly so, but the pressure was building.

Her ice giant was powerful, but the coordination of two True Lords was beginning to overwhelm her reaction speed.

The ground below had long since been obliterated, now just a warped, cratered wasteland of fire, ice, and thunder.

The air itself began to break apart. Every strike split the clouds.

Every clash shook the mountains.

The battle was no longer just violent, it was reshaping the very land beneath it.

Then, something shifted.

The woman’s expression changed abruptly, icy cold.

Her hands halted for a moment.

Then they moved again, slower this time, tracing out a series of symbols in the air.

The temperature plummeted.

The wind stopped.

Even the monsters paused, their instincts sounding an unexplainable alarm.

The ice giant froze mid-motion, literally, and then began to glow.

Not with light, but with pressure. Condensed, suffocating pressure.

The woman’s lips moved. Just a whisper.

And the sky split.

An unnatural silence descended for a fraction of a second.

"Not good!"

"Evade!!"

Then.

Boom!!!

The ice giant exploded outward in a blinding flash, not of light, but of absolute cold.

A surge of energy flooded the battlefield, sweeping everything in its radius.

The lion tried to retreat. The eagle attempted to escape into the sky.

Neither made it.

Their bodies froze mid-motion, crystalizing from the core outward.

"Damn it!!!!!"

Then, without warning.

Crack.

Shatter.

The two True Lords burst apart like fragile glass, reduced to thousands of glittering shards.

No roar.

No scream.

Just silence, and then, nothing.

But the technique the woman used came with a price.

From high above, the woman’s body staggered.

Blood ran from the corners of her mouth, her breathing ragged.

She held her stance for half a second longer, then her knees gave out.

She plummeted.

No defense, no resistance.

Just free fall, trailing faint traces of ice and red as her figure dropped from the sky, limp and quiet, toward the torn battlefield below.

The two on the ground had witnessed everything.

And when the woman unleashed her final move, the old man had gone stiff, cold sweat soaking his back.

For a moment, he genuinely believed their two small lives were about to vanish alongside the True Lords.

But then... they’d been lucky.

Somehow, they’d avoided being swept into the wave of that bone-deep, soul-piercing cold.

Above them, shattered icicles mixed with dust still drifted like slow-falling ash.

The land around them had been utterly transformed, an entire kilometer flattened, turned inside out.

No trace remained of what had once been a forest.

Just wreckage and sprawling frozen ruins.

Then, a sudden crack snapped through the silence.

Crack!

Boom!

A small, half-buried dome of stone split apart, crumbling under its own weight.

Broken earth rolled off the top, revealing the two survivors hidden inside, still breathing, barely.

One of them stumbled forward, coughing out a cloud of black smoke.

His robes were scorched in patches, hair frazzled and eyes twitching from the leftover pressure.

He dragged a breath into his lungs and stepped onto a jagged slab of stone, squinting at the pale sky. “Well…”

Another breath followed, this one a bit steadier.

He took a few slow steps forward, gaze locked on the distant, devastated land that had once been vibrant and full of life. “We survived.”

He limped a short distance before collapsing onto a flatter patch of ground with a tired grunt.

With one hand, he rummaged through his storage pouch and pulled out a small jade bottle.

The lid popped open with a soft click, and he fished out a single pill.

“Sigh… even had to waste the Tier 3 pill I was saving…” he muttered, tossing it into his mouth without hesitation.

A warm pulse of energy rushed through him as the medicinal effects kicked in.

His wounds, bruises, and torn muscles visibly began to knit themselves back together.

“Arghhh…” he groaned, stretching his limbs as relief crept in.

From behind, the old man hovered down gently, hands clasped behind his back, robes untouched by the chaos. “Might as well use it now. Who knows what else is waiting for us.”

He floated ahead without another word, gliding over shattered terrain like it was nothing.

His voice echoed back casually as the younger man, Klein, struggled to stand.

“And here comes your chance to play white knight. The woman’s just up ahead. Follow me.”

“What?” Klein frowned, confused.

The old man turned his head with a grin. “Ready the herbs and the cauldron, it’s time to save a beauty.”

"I can't wait for my filial disciple to have a wife"

"That is a crazy statement, old man"

However.

The two of them moved forward, guided by the old man’s divine sense.

The target wasn’t far, a wide, jagged crack in the earth, hundreds of meters deep.

Somewhere in that abyss was the woman.

The terrain was harsh, layered with unstable rubble and jagged spires of frost and scorched stone, but it wasn’t enough to slow them.

A few leaps, some support spells, and they dropped into the crevice with practiced ease.

Klein’s boots hit the fractured ground, a mixture of heat and cold seeping through the soles.

They moved cautiously, weaving past collapsed stone and frozen soil.

The deeper they went, the colder it got.

Frost began to appear in the air itself, lingering like mist. It clung to their sleeves and lashes, forming small crystals in the air.

“Her ice technique is unprecedentedly powerful” the old man muttered, eyes scanning the frost-lined walls. “This kind of residual force might not dissipate for a hundred years.”

Klein didn’t answer. They had just reached the center of the crevice.

There she was.

She lay motionless on a smooth platform of stone, a beautiful figure draped in half-torn robes, her breathing faint but steady.

Blood traced thin lines from her closed eyes and nostrils, staining the ice beneath her.

But her presence still felt heavy, like even unconscious, her power hadn’t fully left.

“She’s still breathing,” the old man said, brows raised. “What a miracle. After that kind of forbidden move, I thought she’d have burned through everything she had left. But… seems like her body’s sturdier than I expected.”

“Could you stop sounding like a pervert?” Klein muttered, casting him a side-eye while pulling out a huge, crystal-like amethyst cauldron from his bag.

He followed it with bundles of herbs and rare plants, laying them neatly to the side.

With a flick of his wrist, a pale blue flame lit beneath the cauldron, winding around its base like snakes, spreading evenly. “Then… let’s get to it?”

“Wait,” the old man said, stepping forward. “Let me check her condition first. She’s a True Lord. Regular elixirs won’t be of any use to her.”

He placed a hand over her chest, hovering just a few centimeters above, and extended his divine sense into her body.

Klein watched from the side, still uneasy.

The memory of her battle was too fresh. But the longer he looked… the harder it became to pull his eyes away.

Her face was stunning.

Not the type of beauty that could be described with flowery words, but one that made his mind quietly grind to a halt.

And then he noticed something, barely visible, like a shimmer over water.

A second skin, thin and transparent, covered her body.

“Is that… a protective film?” he asked.

“Oh?” The old man’s voice perked up, clearly impressed. “You noticed? Not bad. Yes, it’s a protective veil. Without it, you wouldn’t be able to stand this close after seeing her face.”

Klein blinked. “It’s like that angel from before. She had the same thing.”

“Of course,” the old man nodded, still examining her condition. “They need it to function properly. Mortals, or weaker awakeners like yourself, can’t handle that kind of beauty. It’ll unhinge your mind.”

“It’s that serious?”

“Very serious,” he replied, grinning. “There’ve been plenty of cases like this in history. Strong female awakeners developed techniques like these to avoid driving everyone around them insane.”

“Ah,” Klein exhaled, finally understanding… though his eyes lingered a little longer than they should’ve.

The old man finished his examination and pulled his divine sense back with a low grunt.

Then, without a word, he thwacked Klein on the forehead with the back of his fingers.

Ark!

“Ow! What was that for, old man?!”

“You were staring too long,” he said flatly, turning back to the cauldron. “And I’ve figured out her condition.”