God-Tier Extraction Talent: Reincarnated in a Game-like World! Chapter 446: A Divine Assignment?

Gabriel sucked in a deep breath as his eyes locked onto the familiar figure. The heavy chains wrapped around her arms and torso glowed faintly as they anchored her massive body in place. In that mont, everything beca clear to him, because this was not coincidence, not an illusion, not so side effect of exhaustion. This was real, and it confird what he already felt in his chest.

He was officially back.

The chained giant goddess slowly raised her head, her fiery red hair shifting slightly as her mismatched eyes settled on him. For a few seconds, she simply studied him in silence, her gaze steady and sharp, before her lips curved into a faint smile.

"It has been a while, champion," she said calmly, her voice carrying through the chamber with ease. "I can see it already. You have grown powerful."

He did not move closer. He stayed where he was, posture straight and expression controlled as he t her gaze without flinching.

"Why am I here," he asked plainly, voice firm. "And before you answer that, I already know I am not strong enough to break those chains yet."

His eyes flicked briefly toward the radiant bindings wrapped around her body, then returned to her face.

"But more importantly," he continued, "how am I here."

Persephone watched him for a mont longer, then exhaled slowly.

"This is not a dream," she said. "What stands before is your self consciousness. Your body is still in your world."

She paused, then added casually, "You are currently dead."

His brows tightened instantly.

Not for himself.

His thoughts went straight to Anna, to Sophie, to the others who had been beside him when he collapsed.

"What will they think," he said quietly, jaw tightening as concern surfaced in his eyes. "They saw fall. They will assu the worst."

He clenched his fists at his sides, then slowly loosened them as he took another steady breath.

Only then did he realize sothing else.

Sothing was missing.

He focused inward, instinctively reaching for the familiar cool presence of his Undead Heart skill, for the constant background awareness of his abilities, for the silent feedback of his system.

Nothing answered.

His expression darkened slightly.

"So here," he said slowly, "I have nothing."

No skills. No passive effects. No resistance.

Just his consciousness standing naked inside a divine space, vulnerable.

Persephone noticed the shift imdiately.

"You have realized it. Your systems do not function here."

He nodded once. "aning if sothing happens, I do not have any safety net."

"Correct."

He let out a slow breath through his nose.

She straightened slightly against her chains.

"Do not worry," she assured him. "I will not waste your ti. All I need is a short talk with you."

His eyes narrowed.

"You did not pull here just to chat."

Her lips curved faintly.

"No," she admitted. "The reason you are here is because I have a quest for you."

He stared at her.

"A quest."

"Yes."

He did not respond imdiately, but the word alone made his thoughts move quickly. This was not so normal assignnt from a system interface or an NPC.

This was coming directly from a god.

"A divine quest," he said.

She inclined her head slightly.

"You learn quickly."

"It is sothing I already know. I just did not expect to receive one," he replied.

Divine quests were not like ordinary missions issued by cities, guilds, or system boards. They were personal assignnts given directly by gods or god level entities, often without warning and without the option to refuse. They did not appear on public rankings, could not be shared with others, and could not be tracked by standard interfaces. Only the chosen recipient would be aware of their existence.

They were extrely rare.

And brutally difficult.

Most players who ever received one never lived long enough to complete it.

But those who succeeded were rewarded on a level far beyond standard progression.

Unique classes. Exclusive abilities. Permanent stat changes. Divine artifacts.

Sotis even fragnts of godhood.

"These assignnts are designed to push mortals beyond their limits," Persephone said evenly. "They are not ant to be fair. They are ant to test whether you deserve what you carry."

He listened without interrupting, face calm as always, though his mind processed every word carefully.

"So failure ans death," he said.

"In most cases," she replied. "Or sothing worse."

He exhaled slowly, wondering what might have triggered the quest.

"And success," he asked, holding her gaze.

Her mismatched eyes glead faintly.

"Success reshapes destiny."

He nodded lightly. "That fits."

Silence settled between them for a brief mont. The chains around her body gave off a low hum as divine energy flowed through them. He glanced around the chamber, then back at her.

"So let get this straight," he said. "My body is back there, collapsed. My consciousness is here. My abilities are sealed. And you summoned because you decided it was ti to assign sothing that could either make stronger or erase completely."

She smiled. "Yes."

He stared at her for several seconds.

Then spoke.

"You have about one minute before my people start realizing I am not waking up."

Her smile faded slightly. "That is why I said I would not take your ti."

Persephone shifted against her restraints, the chains tightening briefly as if reacting to her movent. She lifted her head higher, her expression turning serious for the first ti since he arrived.

"Champion," she said slowly, voice steady and heavy, "this divine quest will determine whether you remain an average human or beco sothing far greater."

He t her gaze without hesitation, expression extrely serious. Different scenarios of what the quest could be were already forming in his mind as he tried to co up with ways to complete them.

The tension thickened in the air as they held each other’s gaze.

"Tell ," he urged calmly, though his patience was wearing thin.

Her eyes locked onto his and her lips parted slowly.

"The quest is—"