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

The scene narrowed in, drawing focus to the moment Mize finally decided to step into the battlefield herself.

It had been awhile already, she saved up more than enough mental energy to take actions.

The goal?

To get rid of the current wave as fast as possible. According to Liam, there was a time limit before the event ended.

Since he wanted to see through the event to the end, then she will accompany him.

Hovering silently in the air, she looked almost weightless.

Her dress swayed and curled gently with the wind, floating like silk caught in a stream.

Above, the moonlight broke through scattered clouds, bathing the land in a soft silver glow, casting her figure in an ethereal shimmer.

Her eyes gleamed with quiet thought as she surveyed the chaos unfolding beneath her.

Especially the clash of the true kings high above the sky.

It was brutal, pure physical force tearing into one another. The enemy’s side fought like beasts, literally and figuratively.

No skills, no ranged attacks, just raw muscle and primal ferocity.

Which was… honestly a relief.

Due to a strange rule affecting these monsters, they possessed zero intelligence to think properly.

Their actions were driven solely under the greed of hunger and also the will of the warp.

A small smile curled on Mize’s lips.

As a cloud passed overhead, the darkness veiled her briefly.

And then, something shifted.

“Goddess transformation…” she whispered.

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A strange, muted boom echoed outward, not from the ground, but across the sky.

Like a ripple in space itself, it spread out in all directions in a beautiful golden hue colour.

The clouds above scattered in an instant, cleared by the invisible wave as if a giant hand parted them apart manually.

Then.

BOOM!

A massive surge of divine aura burst forth.

A terrifying storm rolled across the land. Winds howled like banshees as a hurricane-force blast swept outward, uprooting chunks of land the size of cities.

The ground groaned under the pressure, cracking, lifting, entire hills wrenched from the earth and flung into the air.

Even the horde monsters faltered. Their limbs bent under the pressure, struggling to stay upright.

Then came the light.

Blinding.

It was extremely blinding over this dark grim world.

From within that divine brilliance stepped out a 100-meter-tall angelic form, radiant and terrifying.

On the back, it was a mass of white. Wings, too huge that her angelic form dwarfed like an ant before a cockroach.

Easily 1km in length from one side to the other. And there were many of them, swaying gently on the back.

Her dress flowed endlessly beneath her, trailing like waterfalls of silk.

Her face was perfection, eerily flawless and devoid of emotion.

And above her head spun a massive golden halo, rotating slowly, humming like a huge clockwork machine, sending divine echoes into the far distance.

Then, Mize regarded her gaze downward, chin tilted up, and she discerned the pitiful creatures with the pair of emotionless red ruby eyes.

She flapped her wings once.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Shockwaves followed.

A cascade of wind bombs tore through the battlefield like hydrogen detonations.

The sky shrieked.

The air itself seemed to twist and peel apart from the force. And by the time anyone could react.

The monsters had already been shredded into ribbons.

The broken land beneath them was no better.

Mize remained calm in the air, glowing faintly with divine light.

This form, though powerful, wasn’t infinite.

With her current reserves, she could only manage tier 8-level attacks.

She had more power, sure… she could push it to tier 9 if she really wanted to.

But she’d burn through everything in seconds. That wasn’t an option that she wanted to use now.

Worst, if there was any hiding lord in this horde, and potentially possessing another item that countered her existence, then she would be in a deep trouble.

Better to spare some strength in case of emergency.

She needed to conserve.

Not to fight, but to escape and let Liam take the stage.

Meanwhile, her clone in the mirage realm was already crafting a specialized energy-gathering skill.

It wouldn’t take long. Just a bit more time.

The base foundation was just a simple meditation skill.

Her gaze shifted down.

The casual strike she’d launched had practically erased the land.

No craters, no ridges.

Just one massive gash that ran across the territory like a divine wound.

The soil had been pulverized, dense patterns formed from impact, the terrain carved into a beehive-like texture.

And within those countless gaps…

Flesh. Blood. Limbs. Miles of unrecognizable corpses.

“The smell must be unbearable down there,” she muttered absently.

Her eyes lifted again, drawn to the sky, to the ongoing battle still raging between the high-tier monsters.

“No lord in sight… then I’ll play with these things for now to make it quick"

In a flash of golden shimmer, she vanished.

And reappeared high above one of the tier 8 monsters.

It looked like a twisted baboon, grotesque, furless, its skin riddled with holes that oozed green mucus.

The worst part?

There were human faces inside these holes.

The sight alone made Mize’s expression tighten in disgust.

“Filthy.”

She lifted her hand.

A golden imprint formed instantly above the beast.

"Die!"

Boom!

It was massive, kilometers wide, and it crashed down like heaven’s wrath.

The baboon couldn’t even react.

The force smashed it out of the sky, slamming it into the ground with enough power to shake the entire battlefield.

Dust exploded outward in waves, forcing nearby shadow summons to scramble away.

BOOM!

But Mize wasn’t about to give it a chance to get back up.

What she learned about fighting was that never gave the enemy a chance to power up back again.

This isn't a soap opera.

She teleported again, this time to the surface, her radiant hands already glowing.

She pushed forward. “Almighty push, crush.”

BOOM!

An explosion followed, like a nuclear detonation cracking the sky open.

The shockwave screamed out in every direction, shaking the heavens.

From Liam’s perch, he could barely believe what he was seeing.

A crater, tens of kilometers wide, had replaced the ground where the monster once stood.

A scar so deep it might never be healed.

Luckily, Mize had the foresight to relocate the nearby shadow summons before impact.

Had she not?

The casualties would’ve been a nightmare.

Mize hovered over the massive crater, her gaze calm, and eerily cold.

She stared for a breath, just long enough to confirm the creature was well and truly dead, dead-dead, no surprise revival waiting around the corner.

Then, without a word, she lifted into the sky again, her wings trailing radiance behind her like mist caught in sunlight.

Her eyes locked on the remaining two true king monsters.

Fortunately, these things were completely mindless, zombified under some kind of strange rule, or maybe it was a drug-like influence.

The effect was eerie, like watching beasts trapped in a trance, their bodies driven by something wrong.

Even if they wanted to die, the strange rule guided them further and further into the path of self destruction.

Some sort of... Cthulhu-style parasite?

Definitely not natural. And definitely not pretty. Mize hoped that there would be no side effects to this land after the battle ended.

She reappeared above the next target, a grotesque, fish-like monster, easily several hundred meters long.

Its belly was hollowed out with a gaping hole, like something had scooped its guts with a rusty spoon.

Inside?

Upside down bones filled at the depth of the hole, and in the center, it was a strange... Baby face that smiled eerily downward.

“Stand aside,” she said calmly, her voice cool, "Let me kill this filthy beast"

The true king woman who was mid-fight with the beast didn’t hesitate.

She retreated instantly, not daring to delay a second longer.

With the opening wide, Mize raised her hand, and clenched.

The monster shrieked, turning its head and launching straight at her with jaws wide open.

It didn’t know any better.

She didn’t move.

Instead, her fingers clenched tighter.

And a golden hammer, colossal in size, manifested in her hand.

It was so huge that it practically blocked out the sky, the hammerhead alone casting a shadow across the battlefield.

A full kilometer tall, glowing faintly like molten sunlight trapped in divine metal.

Another form of the golden palm, and she turned it into a weapon.

The fish-beast surged toward her, clueless.

Then.

WHAM!

The sky cracked as the hammer fell.

The swing was clean, monstrous in its force.

The wind screeched, space rippled, and a shockwave burst out like thunder splitting the heavens.

Sparks of lightning curled through the air from the sheer pressure alone.

The temperature surged.

A faint red glow spread outward across the clouds, trailing behind the impact.

Boom!

The creature’s head didn’t stand a chance.

It snapped clean off, launched like a meteor across the sky, spinning away as the rest of its body dropped, lifeless, toward the distant ground.

BOOM!

A fresh crater bloomed far off as it slammed into the earth, shaking the battlefield like a distant bomb had gone off.

Now, only one monster remained.

It was a massive, grotesque bird-like creature.

Feathers stripped bare, its wings beat the air violently, flinging thousands of razor-sharp wind blades in all directions like a mad artillery barrage.

ROOAARRR!!!

The three true kings surrounding it dodged, weaving through the storm.

They didn’t attempt to block, their instincts sharp enough to know better. These wind blades were extremely shape that they doubted their body would be able to withstand.

As they closed in, their hands lit up, each one glowing with a unique aura.

One golden, one deep violet, and the last a glowing green.

Then all three slammed their palms down in unison.

The air convulsed.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The sky erupted in light as three attacks smashed toward the bird from different angles.

Arcs of power danced wildly, painting the sky with thunderous cracks of radiance.

And yet, through the chaos, the bird shot out like a spear, its wings pulled tight as it zeroed in on one of the true kings.

The king didn’t run, it was a monster true king transformed into the appearance of an old man.

Dodging?

He couldn’t.

The monster’s divine mind had locked onto him. Dodging wasn’t an option.

So instead, he clenched his fist and met the beast head-on.

"Do you think my body is soft! You mindless beast!"

CLANG!

BOOM!

Fist collided with steel-like beak. A metallic echo rang out through the air like a gong from the heavens.

Mize watched without blinking.

She wasn’t surprised.

That particular true king?

He wasn’t just any creation.

He was one of her dual-path monsters.

Built strong enough to go toe-to-toe with raw physical force, and versatile enough to unleash long range attacks if needed.

And now, he proved it.

As the stunned bird reeled from the blow, the true king didn’t miss a beat.

He shifted, locking its beak under his arm like a wrestler catching his opponent mid-move.

Then, with a burst of strength, he spun.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

He flung the massive bird in a wide arc across the sky like it was a ragdoll.

The other two true kings didn’t waste the opening.

They vanished, then reappeared exactly where the creature was being thrown.

In an instant, the sky lit up with two monstrous attacks.

One, a sea of flames that blazed like a collapsing sun.

The old man body burned in raging fire, and his eyes dilated strangely as if it was the eye of a snake.

Then, he slammed out his fist, the fire followed.

"Take this!"

The other, a jagged bolt of thunder the size of a mountain.

The green haired man stood with his arms spread, and the strange mark at the center of his forehead opened.

The thunder streaked out several more times, each easily the size of a mountain.

"Heavenly catastrophy!"

They struck in perfect sync.

BOOOOOOM!!!

The resulting explosion was colossal.

A mushroom cloud bloomed across the horizon, swallowing the bird in light, flame, and divine fury.

Detonated, down to the last feather.