Chapter 208 Let the Goddess Fall into the Mortal World

"Patricia."

"Ok?"

"Would you mind not biting me with your teeth?"

Deya took a deep breath and felt his skin being scratched by something sharp. Although it was not particularly painful, it distracted him and the desires that had sprouted in his mind dissipated a lot.

Patricia said angrily: "Can you blame me for this? I have no experience."

"I have no experience to learn from. Aren't you a goddess? As a goddess, you should have a strong learning ability, right?"

"Since you know that I am a goddess, you still dare to humiliate me like this. Aren't you afraid of my divine punishment?"

"If you could bring down divine punishment, you would have used it long ago. Our lives are now connected. If something really happened to me, I'm afraid you wouldn't have a good time either. There would be no one to help you revive."

Deya said with a hint of smug sarcasm.

He sat in the chair, leaning back and tilting his head slightly, feeling that as a mortal, as a man, he had accomplished many things that many people dared not even think about.

Because the one in front of him was a goddess, a real goddess, a high and mighty god with millions of believers, not an ordinary woman who called herself a goddess.

"Are you threatening me?"

"I dare not threaten you. Besides, wasn't it you who asked me to do this? I am doing what you asked. Why are you blaming me? You should reward me now."

"you……"

Listening to Deya's lazy and teasing words, Patricia was so angry that she almost laughed.

The goddess sneered and said, "Well, since you are not afraid, then I will let you feel what divine punishment is."

After saying that, the next moment, Deya felt a surge of warmth mixed with a sharp pain. He almost jumped up with an 'ow' and said with his teeth bared, "Are you really going to bite me to death?"

Patricia chuckled: "Anyway, you are a necromancer with rich experience in mending corpses. You can sew yourself back together with needle and thread."

Deya was speechless. Well, his life was now in the hands of Patricia. Besides, as a real goddess, his behavior was indeed blasphemous.

The other party did not blame him and was very obedient in learning the techniques. Deya felt that he should not push his luck too far.

All I can say is that when a man is threatened, he immediately learns what it means to respect the other person.

Seeing that Deya had given in, Patricia stopped bothering him and started studying seriously.

The air became quiet, with only the sound of water. Deya stopped talking and squinted his eyes slightly, letting his mind become empty.

After a long while, Patricia complained, "My cheek hurts."

"That's because you didn't study hard and your skills are not good enough."

Deya forgot the pain after his wound healed and started teasing again.

Patricia laughed: "I have no experience, so do you want to teach me?"

Deya's eyes fell on the delicate skin of Ms. Yongheng, looking at the clean and white skin, and said playfully: "It's not impossible for me to teach you."

Patricia's expression changed, and she said hurriedly: "Wait, what are you going to do."

"Isn't this what you asked me to teach you?"

"That's not to let you... um..."

Patricia wanted to stop Deya, but she suddenly realized that her limbs did not exist at all, and she couldn't even push him away.

And as Deya said, the two people's lives are connected, and the so-called divine punishment is actually a joke to Deya.

Then the goddess suddenly realized and understood her situation.

Now she had no ability to resist at all. No matter what Deya wanted to do to her, she could only let him do it. And the most annoying thing was that she actually agreed to this matter on her own initiative.

"Damn it, I'm helping you, helping you advance to the eighth ring, and this is how you treat your benefactor?"

Patricia was trembling all over, and a strange feeling was flowing through her body, a feeling that the goddess had never experienced in her life.

"I am repaying a favor now. It is mainly because of your condescending attitude and your divine appearance that made me want to do something."

Deya made a muffled sound as if his mouth was blocked.

"what's up?"

Patricia clenched her teeth tightly. She felt that she could no longer control her body.

"That is to pull the high and mighty goddess down to earth. People always have a desire to destroy and prefer the beauty of contrast."

The dissolute ones beg for mercy, the lewd ones become immature, the holy ones fall, the loyal ones are exclusive, the cowardly ones rise up, and the strong ones fall into trouble. It is like a kind of bad psychology of human beings, always looking forward to these things happening.

What have men liked to do most since ancient times? Persuading good women to go to the sea, persuading prostitutes to become good women, and of course, what they want to see more is the goddess who is high above falling into the mortal world.

There is no doubt that this is what Deya is doing now.

“Gods are no different from mortals. They also have their own desires. In fact, God’s desires are stronger than those of mortals.

It's just that my current ring number is too low and I can't fully control the power that once belonged to me, so you feel a little alienated."

Patricia bit her lip and said with difficulty.

Deya thought about it and it seemed to be true. At least when Patricia was in the form of a doll, she was no different from a human being and did not have the superiority of a goddess at all.

It seems that just as Patricia explained, she was just temporarily unable to control her power, which caused her to lose some control.

In other words, she was being controlled by the force, rather than herself controlling the force.

"Deya, hurry up and do what needs to be done while I am still sane. I can't stay in this body for long. We don't have much time."

I don’t know if Patricia couldn’t stand the stimulation in her body, or if she was telling the truth and really couldn’t let her consciousness stay in her original body for long, so she was urged like this.

Seeing this, Deya was no longer polite. As the two of them were getting close to each other, especially when the goddess in front of him lost that holy feeling and no longer suppressed Deya's desire, as a normal man, Deya could no longer hold on.

When Lady Eternal saw Deya holding up her upper body without limbs like a toy, she was shocked and said quickly:
"You need to return my spine first. It's hard for me to even stand up straight now."

Today's goddesses are like limp silicone, the cheap kind without any bone structure. Their entire bodies are soft and completely unsupported.

Deya complained, "As a god, even if you lost your spine, you should be able to control your body, right?"

Patricia panted and said, "If it was in my prime, I would certainly be able to control it with my divine power, but now I can't control my power accurately. I still need to use my body structure to support it like a human."

At this time, Deya had already discovered that the goddess had no ability to resist him at all. No matter what he did now, the goddess had to obey him.

If that's the case, then why should I listen to her? After all, I am the experienced person, and this goddess is a blank slate who knows nothing.

Deya smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. Even if you don't have a spine, I have something that can support your body and replace it."

Ms. Eternal did not react to what Deya said at first, but the next moment, she felt that her soft waist, which had lost its spine, suddenly stood up, as if a metal bracket that had been burned by fire was installed in her body.

Instantly she understood what was happening, and the goddess angrily cursed: "Asshole, one day I will whip your spine and let you feel the pain of not being able to control your own body!"

Patricia now regrets very much that she should not have taken the initiative to extract her spine and lend it to Deya as a scepter in order to help him control the Church of Dawn.

Now, I have really shot myself in the foot. I want to cry but have nowhere to go. I can only complain uselessly here.

Soon, Patricia stopped having wild thoughts, and her consciousness was completely lost in the surging waves.

Deya's feelings were even deeper. He felt as if he had entered a black hole like a quagmire, which was bottomless and muddy, as if it was going to disturb his soul and make him sink into it.

Hawking is right, when you explore the black hole, the black hole is also exploring you!
At the same time, Deya felt a kind of knowledge, an understanding, and a cognition entering his mind and soul and becoming one with him.

At that moment, Deya seemed to have become another person. He experienced a life that did not belong to him, and thus understood ideas that did not belong to him.

This cognition made him realize what true death was and what the Dark Moon was. It was the power that combined the two, a new cognition of divine power that belonged to the gods, but not to any existing gods.

[You have gained the divine power of the 'Silent Chanter']

[You have gained the power of the Dark Moon Goddess]

[You have obtained the new 'power of silence']

"..."

A bunch of text refreshed on Deya's panel, but at this time Deya had no time to read it carefully.

He simply sank into the abyss where even his soul was sucked away, until a part of his life was really sucked away, and then he returned in a dazed state.

Deya sat in the chair and felt a little tired. This tiredness was not physical fatigue, but tiredness from the soul.

He was panting heavily, but this way of resting the body was of no use to the soul. He could only rely on time to let his soul understand that cognition and slowly return to its original state.

It was unknown how long it took Deya to fully understand the concept of "the silence of death". It was an indescribable feeling, as if at this moment Deya understood what death and tranquility were.

And when he has such understanding, he can use it to influence the material world, the higher-level outflow world and the creation world, and infinitely get close to the divine world where the gods are!

Deya understood. This is what the so-called eight-ring strong men need to comprehend, which is to use their own cognition to influence the creative world.

Because the world is from top to bottom, when his cognition changes the creation world, the changes in the creation world will affect the outflow world, and the changes in the outflow world will affect the material world, thus bringing about the kind of unimaginable power like moving mountains and filling the sea.

The strength of the eighth and ninth rings lies in one's own cognition and control of details.

After all, this is the influence of forces between two worlds, and there are too many variables. The deeper one's cognition, the stronger one's computing power, and thus one can control all variables and gain stronger power!

Just as the teacher had told him, the pursuit of power by mortals is a process from bottom to top, climbing from the lowest material world to the divine world, and then in turn using higher-level power to influence the lower levels.

The power of the upper level is a qualitative change for the lower level. A tiny bit of power in the creative world may be enough to destroy a mountain when it manifests in the material world.

It is believed that the gods who have reached the divine realm possess divine powers that are even more powerful than one can imagine. They are even powerful enough to affect the rules of the material world.

For example, if the gods join forces, they can cover up the history of the material world and make history disappear, which is to change the laws of the material world.

"You understood it faster than I thought. I thought it might take you a few days to regain consciousness, but I didn't expect you to understand it in less than a day.

As a mortal, I have never seen someone with such extraordinary comprehension as you, just like your understanding of magic, the speed is so fast that it is unreasonable."

Deya heard Patricia's sigh.

He looked up and found that Patricia had returned to the body of the doll, and the goddess' body with only the upper torso but no limbs was once again wrapped in mysterious crystals and floated in the air.

But when Deya looked at the crystal again, he felt that this was simply the goddess's attempt to cover up her mistake and a manifestation of her shyness.

Patricia's expression now was very calm, as if nothing had happened, which was completely different from her previous expression of gritting her teeth and cursing.

Patricia, who is so calm, looks like a goddess.

Patricia suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with this doll's body, and she even became attached to it.

Because she is a doll, she is not subject to any physical stimulation, which allows her to remain calm. Even when facing shameful things, she can remain calm.

"Maybe I am the one favored by God."

Deya said with a smile, his words had hidden meaning, because just now, he was blessed by God in the purest way.

As for Patricia's compliments, he accepted them all.

Although my understanding all comes from the blessing of the golden finger panel, I am the only one who has the golden finger panel and no one else has it, so this thing is mine and is part of my strength.

It was impossible for Patricia not to hear the ambiguous meaning in Deya's words, but at this moment she had no emotion at all and still maintained that cold attitude.

Before, Deya thought there was nothing wrong with Patricia, but after seeing the shame of the real goddess, he felt that Patricia, as a puppet, was less fun.

Well, I'd better work hard to upgrade and let the goddess return to her original appearance as soon as possible. The goddess who is not calm is still interesting.

(End of this chapter)