Extra’s Rebirth: I Will Create A Good Ending For The Heroines - Chapter 381

Chapter 381: Kidnapped By A Loli Goddess
From the moment he had died, he found himself here… in the Domain of this goddess.

It turned out she nabbed his soul the instant he died and brought it into her plane to prevent Nyala and Kyone from establishing any connection to him.

He didn’t even get a chance to feel the tug.

One moment he felt the crushing pain of Nari tearing through his chest, the next he was sitting under a warm divine sun with a goddess who looked like a ten-year-old child chewing biscuits like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Like Nyala had said before, a divine being could not break into the plane of another divine being regardless of their ranks.

As long as Azel was in her Domain, Nyala and Kyone couldn’t access him but he didn’t know about the sensing part.

And for several hours or so, she had been trying to convince him to marry her like he did with Nyala and Kyone, but she looked like a child… Even if she was far older than him, he still had principles.

“Still… shouldn’t you consider how Nyala must be feeling?” The goddess said as she took another pair of biscuits. “She’s probably scouring the divine realm for your soul right now… would you want her to keep worrying like that for an eternity?”

Azel felt his throat go dry.

He really couldn’t argue against that.

Nyala didn’t handle panic well.

“And if your human ethics are getting in the way,” the goddess continued, raising her chin proudly, “I’m several million years old.”

She patted her small chest. “I am the Goddess of Life. The only reason I’m in this form is because life starts at the beginning. I take a child form by default. Don’t be fooled.”

Azel sighed and picked up a biscuit. It tasted amazing… it was soft, buttery, melted gently on the tongue.

Even Heaven’s bakery couldn’t produce something this good.

‘Then again… I wouldn’t know, with my luck, this will be a real bakery.’ He thought.

“How’s the Academy currently?” he asked, rubbing his forehead. He needed to know what was happening out there. He died, sure but he wasn’t done.

“Oh,” the goddess said casually, sipping tea like she was discussing the weather, “the daughter of Diabolo and her minions have currently wrapped the whole Academy island in a barrier and are forcing the Academy on the defensive. It’s only a matter of time before they get to the barriers and finish the ritual.”

Azel felt a knot form in his stomach.

“It’s that bad?”

“It’s worse,” she said. “These opponents are quite a handful. Your mana and aura can only go so far.”

“I can already see that,” he muttered.

Against that woman… he didn’t even know her name but her face was scarred into his memory. The way she smiled when she stabbed him.

The way she swung that blade that sliced straight through him like he was made of paper. What kind of blade was she even using?

“Oh, you’re thinking about the Reaper Blade?” the goddess asked, tilting her head. “I honestly don’t blame you for losing to it. It’s like the sharpest blade available in the human world.”

Azel looked up sharply. “It’s that strong?”

“Yes. And it has killed about two gods.” She pointed her biscuit at him. “You should be lucky they didn’t decide to claim your soul.”

A chill went through him. “Claim my soul?”

“Yes. The Reaper Blade reaps souls and sends them to the Underworld for processing. However, the current user doesn’t have the mana to activate the soul-claiming function. Pfft.” The goddess snorted. “She’s using it like a brute she is. Swinging it around like a toy. If she had even an ounce more mana affinity, you’d have been dragged screaming into the Underworld the moment she stabbed you and even I wouldn’t be able to take your soul back.”

Azel rubbed his face. “Great. That’s comforting.”

“So,” the goddess continued, leaning closer with an overly sweet smile, “your goal is to stop Diabolo from entering the human world, right?”

“Yes,” Azel said. “I still have to go back and finish. I didn’t come this far just to die like that.”

“I’ll send you back once you agree to my proposal,” she said cheerfully. “And I’ll even give you enough divinity to move from Divine Apprentice rank to Diviner. That way you’ll awaken your divine aspect.”

Azel blinked. “What do you mean by divine aspect?”

“So Nyala and the other one didn’t tell you?” The goddess clicked her tongue. “Tsk, tsk, tsk… as your fiancée, I’ll enlighten you.”

Azel’s eyebrow twitched. “I did not agree to—”

“Once you do the needful, of course,” she added smugly.

Azel stared into the distance.

He wanted to scream.

…

Sybil stood with the others the next day… Esme was inside the Academy now, trying to develop even more of her special formula for tripling a Mage’s mana reserves with some holy energy Rain had given her.

‘But she’s given all of us, including Rain, a single one to use,’ Sybil thought while glancing around.

Rain stood a few feet away with her hair tied back and her expression unusually blank.

Sybil hated her right now… but she couldn’t deny the girl’s power. If Rain hadn’t been here, many more students would have died.

There were dozens of others gathered in front of the barrier… second years, third years, even a few elite first years.

Silas Vega stood among them with his face blank.

Torrent was in front of them, floating slightly above the ground.

Somehow, he looked older than he did yesterday. His hair was longer and his voice became deeper.

He was handsome but not as handsome as Azel. Thinking of that fact pricked Sybil’s chest so painfully she nearly winced.

She inhaled sharply. ‘Don’t fall apart… not now.’

“The moment we leave the barrier,” Torrent said loudly, “be on your guard always! These curses can kill you if you’re not careful. Keep your senses open and do not wander.”

Everyone nodded stiffly.

“We’ll be heading from here through the marketplace and entertainment district and checking if there are any survivors,” Torrent continued. “If someone’s alive, we save them. If something’s not… we eliminate it quickly.”

Then he stepped out of the barrier.

The others followed.

The moment they crossed the barrier’s edge, the air changed so drastically some students gagged.

The air became rotten. It carried the stench of decaying flesh mixed with something sulfurous.

Just ahead of them, a dozen curses were feasting on each other… biting, tearing, ripping off limbs and chewing loudly.

One curse, with a twisted human-shaped body and a gaping mouth running down its chest, slowly turned toward the students while holding the head of another curse it had just eaten.

Several students stiffened in terror.

But Torrent only sighed.

He raised a hand.

Snap.

A silent pulse spread outward like a wave of air pressure, and every curse within twenty meters instantly disintegrated into dust.

The students stared in disbelief as the particles drifted away like ash.

“Move out!” Torrent commanded, rising higher into the air. “Stay alert!”

Sybil flew beside him, wind swirling around her legs and carrying her upward. The rest of the group followed on foot, jogging cautiously.

Silas walked at the back of the group.

He wasn’t saying anything.

He wasn’t even breathing normally.

He was staring at the head of a human corpse lying near the broken ground.

The body had been so close… just meters from being saved. If the person had run just ten seconds faster, they would have made it through the barrier.

‘I swear…’ Silas thought, grinding his teeth. ‘For all the people that died here… I’ll avenge you all.’