Morgana: The Mother Of All Chapter 391: Iron Rank

It didn't take a long ti for to 'Act' like a true queen. My mind now began to think, see, and execute differently than before.

Being a warrior queen with ten thousand years of experience sure was useful.

From the mont I woke up in Lilith's world as the breeder, to the mont I touched the Heart of Silence and reclaid part of my mories, I had never once truly felt the desire to rule. Hell, I hadn't even trained myself properly. I designed the Nightmare Tower for to clear, to test, to grow stronger—but I only cleared the first floor in what? Two minutes? Then I fell into Lilith's trap, drank the divinity potion, and ascended to godhood… yet I never went back.

I tried to develop my land, and I tried to train my kids. I made plans, gathered resources, and even acquired help.

But I was lazy.

Not physically, but ntally.

All I cared about was breeding.

My only purpose was to give birth to as many fascinating creatures as possible.

Don't get wrong—that hasn't changed, and it never will.

My end goal is still to fuck every hole and get fucked by every dick. I'm the goddess of breeding after all, I literally cannot change, and if, for whatever reason, I stopped caring about breeding well?

That woman is not !!!!!

But now, as my mories settled into place and my sister's absence burned like fire in my chest, sothing else had awakened in . A spark that had been buried under lust, desire, and distraction. A part of that had once ruled an entire realm with a hand of iron and blood.

The High Queen is back. One of the most terrifying beings of the last millennia has returned.

'Phew... It's good that I wore that armor, or so gods would have recognized my ass by now.'

Yeah... I kept my identity hidden all those years. I didn't want to, but Lilith insisted for my safety, and she went as far as to reforge one of her divine artifacts into a full body armor.

The armor was a masterpiece. It boosted my link to the Unspoken Realm and helped conceal my mortal aura, appearing in the eyes of others as a god. I gave the armor to my successor, but I can't recall the reason. The only explanation was that the act of giving the armor was related to my other lost mories. The ones that I don't want to reclaim.

Anyway, my identity is safe now, and since Victory, Lilith, and I kept rotating in ruling the realm, very few gods rembered what we truly looked like, so my worries were gone.

Hehehe.... Do you want to hear a funny little story?

Odin, the All-Father, visited the Unspoken Realm four thousand years ago.

Let clarify sothing real quick. When I said four thousand years ago, I ant in the ti that I set for the Unspoken Realm using the clock of my previous Hunter System.

In that place, the concept of ti doesn't exist. If you could survive its climate and horrifying creatures, dying from old age... gone, you're literally immortal!

It is the perfect training ground for basically anything. A small, worthless worm, if given enough ti, could grow into a world-ending beast.

Anyway, back to Daddy Crow.

The old crow ca begging for sothing that I had—a long, thin piece of rope I "acquired" from a dwarf that had accidentally stumbled into my realm.

Of course, nothing just accidentally stumbles into the Unspoken Realm. The poor bastard was probably dragged screaming by a shadow beast and left dangling between realities until I pulled him out for my own amusent. He died anyway—horribly—but not before he coughed up that rope.

I ended up giving the rope to Odin, since it was useless to , and the old fuck never stopped talking about how much he craved it to the point I punched him in the mouth.

Ahhh... good tis, good tis.

That small, worthless rope was the missing piece of Gleipnir—the dwarven-forged ribbon that even gods pissed themselves over. The so-called unbreakable chain. Odin's treasured relic that bound the world-destroying, immortal wolf.

And ? I handed it over like it was a toy I was bored with.

The look on his face when I pressed it into his palm after making him bleed and beg? Priceless. His beard twitched, his one eye burned, his ravens squawked like they'd just seen their master neutered.

Of course, I didn't give it for free. Oh no. I made him sign the contract. Inked in his own blood, carved into the bones of my throne room, sealed by The Unspoken Realm itself. The All-Father himself is bound by my word. One favor. One command he cannot refuse.

Now that I think about it, one favor was not enough. That's in the past; now I hope his ass is ready since I intend to cash in that favor soon.

"Hehehehe!" A low, maniacal laughter resounded from my throat, echoing through the chamber like a curse. Even the shadows stirred uneasily, as if they knew my amusent always ca before carnage.

Now that my throne is bleeding, my successor is dying, and the Void dares to gnaw on the bones of my realm, I think it's about ti to stop fucking around and get shit done.

"Alright, send back." With a sigh, I turned to order the leader of the nine; the rest left early, carrying my commands.

"As you wish, High Queen." He bowed slightly, waving his hand, creating a portal in front of . "We'll contact you when we find the information you seek, my queen."

"Do your best and be careful."

I added before I walked into the dark portal, transporting right in front of Lucy's gaming hub. From there, I took the organ portal to the Eternal Fla of Creation.

The mont I stepped in, I imdiately scanned the entire place looking for that feathered bitch. Sadly, I found no traces of Uriel. Maybe for the better, I don't think I could hold my hatred long enough, even with my mories.

In fact, because I reclaid my mories, my feelings toward Uriel grew a thousandfold. The things she did to Lilith were unforgivable. I don't think that transforming her into a breeding whore for the rest of her miserable life would be enough to satisfy the hunger inside .

"MOTHER/MORGANA!"

Two screams from two familiar voices caused the area where I was standing to shake. My daughter Eir was first to reach ; she imdiately jumped for a tight hug, which I accepted.

"Mother, what happened? You disappeared? Are you alright?"

"I..." I didn't have the ti to answer her question before a red-haired loli goddess reached us and pushed my daughter away and hugged even tighter.

"Morgana!" Lora's voice cracked, her little loli body clinging to like a child clings to their mother after a nightmare. Her nails dug into my back, her divine energy buzzing with panic.

"I thought you were gone," she muttered against my chest, her voice trembling. "One second you were here, then the next—silence. Nothing. Do you know how terrifying that was? Do you have any idea how much Faith I nearly burned just trying to locate you?"

I sighed, wrapping my arms around her too, letting both her and Eir cling to like drowning mortals. For a mont, the fire in my chest dulled. For a mont, I almost forgot about thrones, realms, and the Void chewing on my kingdom's bones. Almost.

"I'm fine," I said, forcing a smile. "If you don't believe , go ahead and check."

"!!!" Seeing the wicked smile on my face, Lora flinched, realizing the aning behind my words, and she imdiately closed her eyes shut.

"You really didn't waste a single mont, did you? Hentai." A smirk crept across Lora's face before she leaned and placed a quick kiss on my lips.

'Kyaaahh~ she kissed first.' I couldn't hide the excitent in ; however, before I could enjoy the kiss any further, Lora pulled back and slipped from my embrace with her cheeks matching her hair.

"Ahem," the loli coughed, "glad you're okay, co, Kat is waiting for us by the fla."

"Okkkkaaayy." I tilted my head with an annoying smirk, but I didn't push her any further.

Step by step and in ti, Lora would carry my child.

Lora, still flustered and red-faced, turned her back to us and started to head for the fla. With a chuckle, Eir and I followed her. There we found Grape Juice standing near a small fla waiting for our return.

There were small flas spread across the entire hall, acting as a replacent for the original one in the middle. With the massive number of gods, it would take eternity for our turn to use the flas and rank up.

"Ahh... there you are, Morgana," Katerina said without turning back. "We'll talk later, co quickly, use the fla."

"Hmm.." I stepped forward, imdiately discovering that the fla generated no heat. "Now what?"

"Pull out the dal, inject the necessary Faith in it, and then throw it into the fla," the wine goddess said, explaining what I had to do while I followed her steps. "Your rank-up will start automatically from there."

With a nod, I did what I was told.

Pulling the iron dal from my inventory, I quickly injected the necessary five thousand Faith points into it before throwing it into the flas.

But for the rest, I let out a complete surprise.

"!?!"

As soon as I threw the dal into the fla, sothing began to change.

"ROOOOOAAAARR!!"

The Eternal Fla of Creation didn't just grow—it devoured. The small spark erupted into a towering inferno that licked the ceiling of the hall, swallowing every lesser fla until the entire chamber shook under its wrath.

Gods scread, stumbling back as the surge of energy blasted them off their feet. Marble cracked. Statues of long-forgotten divinities crumbled into dust. The hall beca a furnace, yet I felt no heat—only the raw, primal force of creation itself pressing against my skin.

"W-What the fuck!?" Lora shouted, shielding her eyes with her arm. "That's not supposed to happen!"

Eir took a defensive stance, ready to fight at any given mont, while Katerina kept staring at the blaze.

Then, at last, the roaring ca to an end, the blazing inferno collapsing and returning to its original form. Imdiately after that, I heard a ding in my mind.

[Congratulations, Goddess Morgana, on reaching the Iron Rank]

[Achievent completed: Reach Iron Rank]

[Reward: Permanent access to the Nexus City]

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