I Transmigrated Into A Goddess Body In Another World: But I'm a Man Chapter 27: The Problem With Surviving

Days later rumors spread faster than official orders ever could.

The Goddess had confronted Heaven.

An ancient god had appeared.

The Western Coalition had entered the kingdom. And sohow the world had not ended.

Yet, Mason stood inside the war chamber trying very hard not to develop a migraine.

The massive circular table before him was covered in maps, military reports, divine readings, and at least three different ergency plans written by people clearly expecting death.

Draca stood beside the eastern wall speaking quietly with several commanders while Saleem sorted scrolls with increasingly visible despair.

Across the chamber, representatives from the Western Coalition argued with palace nobles loudly enough to qualify as attempted murder.

Mason rubbed his temple. "This kingdom seriously needs therapy."

Athlian humd lazily inside him. ’You say that often for soone leading it.’

"I inherited problems beyond human understanding."

’You technically inherited .’

"...Exactly my point."

A noble slamd both hands onto the table.

"The Coalition army cannot remain stationed outside the capital walls!"

Commander Lyros of the Western Coalition imdiately snapped back.

"And your kingdom cannot defend itself against Heaven alone!"

"Watch your tone!"

"Watch your collapsing sky!"

Mason closed his eyes briefly.

Draca noticed imdiately without interrupting the argunt, he walked toward Mason and quietly placed a cup of tea beside him.

Mason blinked at it. "Did you prepare tea during the political collapse?"

Draca looked calm as ever. "You beco sarcastic when exhausted."

"That does not answer my question."

"It seed necessary."

Honestly unfair behavior.

Athlian ward softly inside him. ’He pays attention to you.’

Mason grabbed the cup quickly before his emotions beca inconvenient.

The Coalition representative from earlier stood near the center of the chamber now; the woman in crimson armor who had accused Athlian publicly on the battlefield.

Commander Seraphine.

She had removed her helt hours ago, revealing sharp features and dark bronze skin marked faintly with silver scars along her jawline.

Her expression had not softened once since arriving.

Especially not toward Mason.

She watched him openly now.

Not with worship or suspicion but possibly hatred.

Definitely exhaustion.

Mason preferred the exhaustion.

Saleem approached nervously carrying another stack of reports.

"My Goddess... more celestial fractures have appeared beyond the northern territories."

Mason accepted the scroll carefully.

The parchnt itself felt cold, not taphorically.

Actually cold.

He unfolded it slowly.

Drawings filled the page; silver tears in the sky witnessed by temple observers across multiple kingdoms.

Athlian stirred uneasily ’The Tribunal is widening surveillance.’

"Can they just do that?" Mason asked internally.

’Normally? No.’

"...That answer concerns deeply."

Before Athlian could elaborate, Seraphine spoke suddenly.

"You knew this would happen."

The chamber quieted slightly.

Several nobles looked uncomfortable imdiately.

Mason raised an eyebrow. "That’s an aggressive conversation starter."

Seraphine stepped closer to the table. "My brother served your temple for fifteen years," she said coldly. "Then one day he vanished after receiving divine summons."

Athlian’s emotions tightened painfully.

Mason felt it instantly, it wasn’t guilt but sothing heavier than that

Seraphine continued. "The temple declared his soul ’chosen for ascension.’ No body returned. No explanation given."

Her eyes hardened. "And now Heaven itself descends because of you."

One of the palace priests imdiately protested.

"The Goddess owes no mortal justification..."

"She asked for thousands of lives!" Seraphine snapped.

The chamber went silent again.

Mason noticed sothing important then.

Nobody denied it.

Not the priests, nobles or even Saleem.

Athlian withdrew slightly inside him, she beca too quiet.

Mason leaned back slowly. "...Everyone out," he said calmly.

Several people blinked.

"What?" one noble asked.

"Out," he repeated. "Except Draca, Saleem, and Commander Seraphine."

Nobody moved imdiately.

Then Draca stepped forward. "That was an order."

The room emptied very quickly after that.

Doors closed heavily behind the last noble.

Silence settled.

Mason looked toward Seraphine again.

"You deserve honesty," he said carefully."But I need you to understand sothing first."

Seraphine crossed her arms. "I’m listening."

Mason exhaled slowly.

Athlian remained silent inside him, which told him enough already.

"The last few centuries?" he said. "Athlian wasn’t exactly... emotionally healthy."

Saleem choked slightly.

Draca looked away very professionally.

Seraphine stared blankly. "That may be the strangest defense of divine negligence I have ever heard."

"I’m not defending it," Mason replied honestly. "I’m explaining it."

Athlian finally spoke quietly. ’Mason...’

"You know I’m right."

Silence.

Then reluctant agreent. ’...Yes.’

Mason continued carefully. "Gods don’t think like humans. Ti affects them differently. Loss affects them differently. Worship definitely affects them differently."

Seraphine’s expression sharpened slightly.

"You speak as though you understand gods unusually well."

Dangerous observation.

Mason smiled imdiately. "Trauma gives perspective."

Draca coughed very quietly into his fist.

Seraphine still looked unconvinced.

"My brother disappeared after serving this temple," she repeated. "Do you know what happened to him?"

Athlian’s emotions stirred painfully now.

Fragnts of m flashed mories not clear enough for Mason to fully understand.

But enough to know this mattered.

"I don’t rember everything," he admitted carefully.

Technically true.

Seraphine’s jaw tightened.

Convenient answer.

Mason sighed internally. "Okay," he

muttered. "I hate politics."

Then he stood.

Everyone watched him carefully.

Even Draca looked mildly concerned now.

He walked slowly toward the massive chamber windows overlooking the city.

The capital glowed beneath the night sky, beautiful despite the fear gripping it.

Thousands of people still trusted Athlian completely.

That felt increasingly dangerous.

"I can’t promise you justice tonight," he said quietly. "But I can promise this."

He turned toward Seraphine. "If your brother was wronged... I will find the truth."

The chamber remained silent.

Seraphine studied him carefully.

Long enough to beco uncomfortable.

Finally she spoke.

"...You really are different."

Athlian tensed instantly inside him.

Mason kept his expression calm. "People keep saying that lately."

"No," Seraphine replied slowly. "I served near the temple once. I saw Athlian before."

That statent carried weight.

Dangerous weight.

Draca’s attention sharpened subtly.

Mason noticed imdiately, so did Athlian.

Seraphine continued carefully. "She never listened to mortals."

Silence settled heavily across the chamber, because nobody could deny it.

Mason looked away first. "...Yeah," he admitted quietly. "I noticed that too."

Athlian flinched internally,not from anger but from sha.

Draca spoke then, calm as ever.

"The Goddess has changed."

Simple statent, sohow that affected Mason more than accusations would have.

Seraphine looked between them slowly.

Then finally nodded once, not with trust.

but temporary restraint.

"I will hold you to your promise," she said.

Mason nodded back. "Fair."

Suddenly the chamber doors burst open.

A young priest stumbled inside breathlessly.

"My Goddess!"

Saleem nearly jumped. "What now?!"

"The northern sanctum..."

The priest swallowed hard. "Lord Zereth has arrived."

Mason closed his eyes imdiately.

"Of course he has."

Athlian sounded delighted. ’Oh good.’

"No," Mason replied internally. "Not good."

Very much not good.

Draca’s expression beca unreadable.

Which sohow felt worse than visible annoyance.

Seraphine frowned slightly. "Who is Zereth?"

Nobody answered imdiately.

That alone was a terrible sign.

Then Saleem muttered weakly, "A recurring problem."

Mason pointed at him instantly. "That is the most accurate description you’ve ever given."

The priest continued nervously. "He insists he was invited."

"I absolutely did not invite him."

Athlian coughed inside his mind.

Mason narrowed his eyes internally. "...Athlian."

’I may have sent a ssage earlier.’

"When?!"

’During the war eting.’

"You were multitasking divine flirting during military negotiations?!"

’I was bored.’

Mason grabbed the bridge of his nose.

Draca watched the entire interaction carefully.

Too carefully.

"You appear distressed," he observed calmly.

"Because my life is terrible."

Before Draca could respond, the doors opened again.

And Zereth walked in like he owned the kingdom.

Honestly impressive confidence.

The silver-haired immortal wore dark traveling clothes this ti, cloak hanging loosely over one shoulder while several palace guards followed behind him looking deeply uncertain about whether arresting him was possible.

Probably not.

He smiled imdiately upon spotting Mason.

"There you are."

Mason pointed dramatically. "No."

Zereth blinked once. "...No?"

"No mysterious entrances. No seductive nonsense. No climbing balconies. No disappearing into shadows dramatically."

Zereth looked genuinely wounded. "You make sound theatrical."

"You entered a palace through a window during moonlight."

"That was romantic."

"That was trespassing!"

Seraphine stared openly now.

Saleem looked tired enough to collapse.

Draca remained perfectly still.

Which was sohow terrifying.

Zereth finally noticed the room’s atmosphere.

His smile faded slightly. "...Sothing happened."

Mason laughed once. "Oh, only Heaven descending, ancient gods awakening, reality collapsing, and multiple kingdoms preparing for war."

Zereth paused thoughtfully. "So a busy afternoon."

"I hate immortals."

Athlian disagreed imdiately. ’So immortals are enjoyable.’

"Your standards are catastrophic."

Zereth stepped closer slowly.

Then his expression shifted.

Serious now. "You’re injured."

Mason blinked. "What?"

Zereth reached toward his wrist carefully.

Before he could touch him, Draca stepped

between them instantly.

The movent was smooth.

Interesting tension filled the chamber imdiately.

Zereth’s silver eyes shifted toward Draca slowly.

"..mander."

"Lord Zereth."

Neither sounded friendly.

Mason looked between them. "Oh fantastic. Territorial energy. Exactly what I needed today."

Athlian sounded very entertained suddenly. ’This is exciting.’

"You are the problem."

Zereth ignored the comnt entirely.

His attention remained on Draca "You guard her closely lately."

Draca’s expression stayed calm. "It is my duty."

"Mm."

That single sound sohow contained visible suspicion.

Wonderful.

Seraphine looked increasingly confused.

"Am I interrupting a political issue or a relationship dispute?"

"Yes," Mason answered imdiately.

Nobody corrected him, which was even worse.

Zereth finally stepped back slightly.

But his gaze lingered on Mason carefully.

"You truly are different lately."

There it was again.

Mason wanted to scream.

Instead he forced a smile. "Maybe near-death experiences build character."

Zereth studied him quietly, long enough to beco dangerous.

Then finally...

"...Perhaps."

Athlian relaxed slightly, just enough for Mason to notice.

Which ant Zereth was genuinely perceptive.

Another person almost discovering things.

His life continued getting worse.

Saleem suddenly cleared his throat nervously.

"My Goddess... there is another issue."

"Of course there is."

"The outer priests report divine relic instability."

Mason frowned imdiately. "What does that an?"

Saleem looked deeply uncomfortable.

"Several sacred artifacts are reacting to your presence unpredictably."

Athlian went still.

Completely still.

That got Mason’s attention imdiately.

"...Athlian?"

Her voice lowered carefully. ’Relics should only respond to the original divine resonance of their creator.’

Oh that sounded bad.

Mason kept his face neutral through sheer survival instinct.

"How many relics?" he asked calmly.

Saleem hesitated. "...Seven."

That was too many, way too many.

Draca noticed his expression imdiately.

"You expected this."

Mason recovered quickly. "Expected problems," he corrected. "Not magical identity crises."

Nobody laughed.

Cowards.

Seraphine folded her arms again. "The kingdom weakens while Heaven watches overhead. Other nations will notice soon."

"She’s right," Draca admitted quietly.

Mason groaned.

International politics again.

Why can’t fantasy worlds solve problems normally?

Athlian sounded smug suddenly. ’Because your world is boring.’

"My world had taxes and the internet. Yours has sky judgnt."

’Fair point.’

Before anyone could continue, the entire chamber trembled suddenly.

Not violently but softly, like a heartbeat beneath stone.

Everyone froze.

The feeling ca again.

Pulse.

Pulse.

Pulse.

Assura.

Mason recognized it instantly now.

A low crimson glow spread faintly beneath the chamber floor.

Seraphine stepped back imdiately.

Saleem looked terrified.

Zereth’s expression darkened.

"...That presence," he said quietly.

Draca’s hand moved toward his sword.

The crimson light pulsed once more.

Then a voice echoed softly through the chamber walls, sounding amused.

"Your gathering grows complicated."

Several people nearly jumped.

Mason crossed his arms imdiately. "You know doors exist, right?"

A low chuckle echoed around them.

"No," Assura replied pleasantly. "I simply ignore them."

Of course he did.

The crimson glow strengthened slightly.

Then slowly...a figure erged from the shadows near the chamber wall.

It didn’t teleport, It looked more like reality itself reluctantly allowed Assura to exist there.

Seraphine imdiately reached for her weapon.

Zereth’s eyes narrowed sharply.

Even Draca was tense.

Assura looked at all of them calmly.

Then his gaze settled directly on Mason.

"The sky moves sooner than expected."

The humor vanished from the room instantly.

Mason straightened. "What happened?"

Assura’s expression beca unreadable.

"Heaven has begun searching beyond the capital."

Athlian’s fear surged hard enough to make

Mason’s chest tightens.

Search for what?.

The realization hit imdiately.

The Tribunal was no longer watching only Athlian.

They were searching for traces of Mason himself.

Assura looked directly into his eyes, and for the first ti since eting him...

The ancient being sounded genuinely serious.

"You no longer have the luxury of remaining hidden."

Silence crushed the chamber.

Draca slowly looked toward Mason, concerned.

Which sohow felt far more dangerous.

Then Assura spoke one final sentence, and every person in the room froze.

"Heaven has started seriously looking for the human soul."