The Ultimate Lich King of the Multiverse

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Frost—the very embodiment of elegance and beauty.

Even in its act of killing, it possessed a breathtaking, otherworldly grace.

The entire alley was now coated in pristine white. There was no trace of any other color.

"Y-Yoru?"

Seeing Yoru standing motionless amid the frost-covered alley, Hestia called out to him with a hint of worry.

"Are you alright, Yoru? You've already taken it down… Though, it looks like the magic stone's gone."

Looking at the Silverback's shattered body, now nothing more than scattered crystal dust, Hestia let out a small sigh of disappointment.

In the Dungeon, monsters turned to glowing fragments upon death. No one really understood why—it felt like they were returning to some greater source.

Yoru believed the Dungeon itself was alive. That when a monster died, it simply returned to the body of that living labyrinth.

And perhaps… that's why monsters didn't appear around him.

The Dungeon feared him.

No, not him—but the power that resided within him.

Where does this power come from?

Could it truly be divine in nature…?

Yoru chuckled at the ridiculous thought. The idea of being the reincarnation of some frost deity was laughable.

His grip on the sword suddenly felt heavier. While wielding it during battle hadn't been difficult, now it felt like the full weight was bearing down on him.

"Seriously… I'm so weak that I can't even carry my own weapon?"

Yoru let out a tired laugh and shook his head. What kind of god would be this fragile?

Wait—weren't all gods like that in the lower world?

"I'm fine," he said with a faint smile, turning to reassure Hestia.

"It's just… this thing's heavier than I expected."

"I'm glad you're okay," Hestia replied, relief washing over her face.

"After all, you're a mage. Fighting with a sword really is pushing it… Maybe I should've stopped Hephaestus from forging a blade and insisted on a staff instead."

She looked a bit guilty.

Back when Hephaestus asked for confirmation, Hestia had—on a whim—chosen to have a sword forged instead of a staff. Even now, she wasn't sure why.

"It's alright. Maybe this is what suits me best after all."

Yoru looked down at the sword in his hand.

He never relied on weapons to begin with. This blade was just a tool—nothing more than a bonus.

As he prepared to leave the alley with Hestia—

A sudden cheer broke out.

Residents who had been quietly watching from their windows erupted with excitement. Peeking out cautiously, they began applauding and celebrating the defeat of the Silverback.

The energy was comparable to the festival inside the arena.

But Yoru didn't bask in the praise. Instead, he turned and raised a finger to his lips.

"Let's save the celebration for later.

My goddess… she's exhausted."

He spoke softly, gently.

Only then did the crowd notice Hestia, who had collapsed against him, completely drained. Her pale face and closed eyes made it clear—she had pushed herself too hard.

"You worked hard… Hestia."

Knowing how much effort she had put into making the weapon, Yoru was quietly moved.

As he carefully carried her out of the alley, the residents fell into a reverent silence, watching him with eyes full of admiration and respect.

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Everything had been quietly observed by a pair of watchful eyes.

The moment Yoru swung his blade and the monster was torn apart in a flurry of glittering frost—even the Goddess of Beauty herself let out a soft gasp.

"How utterly intoxicating…

That something so vile as death could be rendered so… beautiful."

Even the ice once conjured by the ancient snow goddess, Dian Cecht's kin, couldn't compare to what Yoru had just displayed.

"So who… are you really?

Someone that beautiful—there's no way you're merely a descendant of Dian Cecht."

Freyja whispered to herself, shaking her head ever so slightly.

Her curiosity toward Yoru only deepened.

"I'm jealous, Hestia…

To hold someone so breathtaking, to be embraced by such tender power…"

Perched on a rooftop overlooking the alley, Freyja whispered to no one.

Her silver eyes followed Yoru as he carefully carried Hestia through the narrow streets below.

"Honestly… It's getting harder to hold myself back."

The goddess of beauty licked her lips, body twisting with barely restrained desire. She squeezed her legs together, suppressing the burning fire within.

"None of the others compare.

For the first time ever, I feel this overwhelming urge to possess…

To be smothered by that frost and let it extinguish this flame raging through me…"

Her voice trembled with obsession as she stared longingly at the boy who had no idea he was being watched.

The silver in her hair shimmered in the sunlight as Freyja turned away, finally departing the scene.

"These childish games… must've seemed silly to you, Yoru.

Next time we meet…

Let's play something a little more suited for adults."

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