"...Impossible..." I stare at the pile of broken materials while Azraelith pants heavily. She’d managed to earn the right to wish for anything, and she’d broken over 50 million of the materials I’d made.
And all within the span of a single month. She was breaking them so fast, and I was producing them so quickly, that a massive quantity was being destroyed per second. Only a few held out, and the material that took Azraelith the longest to break lasted 38 seconds.
"..."
"I won, Pandora... hahahaha... I can ask for anything with all these wishes I’ve accumulated, right? That was the rule..." She speaks while wiping the sweat off her body with a towel.
"Yeah, you won..." I guess I seriously underestimated the fact that she was a being ranked at 100 billion. This could have ended even faster if I hadn’t been so focused on figuring out how to make the material better each ti I made a new one.
’I’m exhausted...’ Creating so many things is truly draining. I also wipe the sweat from my body as I stand up, using the shadows to consu the remains of the broken materials.
"Hey, Baeh’Wa, has Mother already chosen what she wants to save?" I ask Baeh’Wa, who’s huddled in the corner waiting for a chance to speak.
"P-Pandora, she’s already chosen... a-and she said she’s only taking the castle and m-... s-she said any other servant isn’t truly loyal... o-or submissive, so they’d cause problems... a-also, she hid this fact from Therytar..."
’Great, I just need to figure out how to move the entire castle out...’ I’ve been thinking about that quite a bit, and I think I’ve found a thod.
"Baeh’Wa, get out of here for now... and big sis... what do you wish for? Please, be reasonable. It’s anything, but even I have limits. I’ll try to do what you ask, but there have to be rules."
"I know, but Pandora, I got over 50 million small requests, so I have more than just one ’anything’ wish."
"...Fuck... I’m never betting with you again. You’re way too dirty," I mutter under my breath at her, having accumulated a few more wishes than she needed.
"First, get dressed." She orders with an arrogant smile. I obey, forming a dress with my divine weapon. After all, I have to obey because I promised, and I always keep my promises.
"No, not a dress. I want a maid outfit."
"...? Alright." I change the form of the dress into a maid’s uniform, though the color sche is just different shades of gray, mostly dark.
’Why is she asking for this?’ She has a strange look in her eyes. It doesn’t seem like she’s asking for this just because she likes it or wants it. It feels like there’s sothing behind it.
"Shorter and cuter." I obey her new order, making the dress tighter, with more ribbons and frills.
"Shorter."
"..." I shorten it further, the skirt portion reaching mid-thigh. It tightens around my hips and waist, clearly emphasizing my curves.
"Shorter and even cuter, Pandora."
"...Are you ssing with ?" I ask, but I still obey. The maid skirt shrinks even more, while the decorations increase, making look ridiculous from the forced cuteness.
"Balance it better, Pandora. Also, I want it shorter. You already know what I want, so do it right."
"You’re as miserable and wretched as I am." I make the adjustnts. The skirt becos so short that even a slight movent exposes my underwear. The ribbons are reduced but placed strategically in spots that enhance the natural cuteness.
The top part is less tight, but the intricate flower details create a cute design. The chest area is tight, emphasizing how my body is both cute and sexually appealing. There’s a heart-shaped opening on the stomach area.
It shows off the tattoo on my belly, perfectly blending cuteness and sexuality.
"..."
"Pervert." She’s having a nosebleed while breathing heavily.
"You look cute, but you seem not to understand the purpose of my request."
"Naturally. So, what is your grand wish?" Those were just her small wishes.
"My wish is that you, acting cute without the intention of breaking my resistance, teach how to use the Doom elent, and train with so we can improve this elent and reduce its costs as much as possible."
’Oh... that’s... a really good wish, and balanced... and... it’s precisely what I didn’t want to deal with... damn her...’ I didn’t want to try dealing with this right now, but at least she’ll be participating.
"Thank you, big sis." I hug her thigh, looking up at her with cuteness. She used her wish to help . At least for this, I’m truly grateful.
’I was hoping she’d ask for sothing different...’
"Can we start now, Pandora? The cost for Doom is too high based on my analysis. However, I noticed there are loopholes you created in this power. For example, you can sacrifice things that seem unimportant."
"But I realized the cost-benefit isn’t entirely precise. Sacrificing sothing bad will only give you a minimal effect that seems good, but it’s not actually that good."
’She’s right...’ I rember when I used Doom to its fullest in the past. By sacrificing the environnt’s ti, I was also affected. This shows that Doom is not at all precise with its targets.
Most attacks I generate with Doom would damage quickly if I weren’t careful. In other words, I have two chances of taking damage: the damage from the sacrifice and the damage Doom generates around it.
"Pandora, why did you neglect sothing so important?"
"Big sis, if sothing works, and trying to improve it could ss everything up, would you do it?" I ask, staring at her with an expression that has no connection to the mont, making her sigh.
"So when you created the Doom elent, you didn’t think much about the negative effects?"
"...No."
"...Yes... but I know the negative effects lessen if you use magic with it. Since we’re only using the pure elent without a spell alongside it, the cost is terrible. But you can use this elent together with magic you have!!"
"For example, I have a spell that creates a ball of light. It’s a spell, and it possesses the light elent. I could then have a spell that creates a ball, and the elent would be Doom. In that case, the cost I need to sacrifice reduces."
"Hmmm..." She grabs my ass. Because of the super-short skirt, she grabs it directly.
"Let’s improve this! I know Doom is your trump card, and you’re definitely going to use this elent a lot. But it doesn’t matter how strong this elent is if you end up destroying yourself by using it!!" She massages my ass, but I don’t say anything because it’s her wish.
"How do you improve an elent?"
"..."
"Created elents are raw elents. It’s possible to improve and make them more efficient. It’s the sa with the holy elent, which was quite raw and imprecise in the past but is very strong today."
"Okay, no one’s ever taught how to improve an elent. I an, it’s sothing—" She puts a finger to my lips.
"Shh, I’ll teach you. I know this because I’ve already created over five elents... none as destructive as yours, but still, all of them were refined..." When she says this, I see a flicker of sadness in her eyes.
’Mother must not have cared about that fact... what a sha.’
"Look, let’s just start. What you need to understand is that elents are processes that generate an effect. That’s pretty obvious, just like the fact that putting fire on wood makes it spread and the wood turn to ash."
"Even the chaos elent, which is chaotic, still has its function as a process that generates an effect. When an elent is born, this process is raw, like an erald that needs to be refined."
"Okay, okay." I morize every word she says.
"To access this ’process,’ you use the magic formula—"
"Big sis, less complex."
"...Imagine a sheet of paper with a math problem. On it is written what makes the elent generate an effect. You’re going to replace that equation with a better, more precise one." She simplifies it very well.
"Thank you, big sis. And you’re right, I’m going to use this elent a lot. I created it specifically thinking of killing beings from both the Abyss and the Goddesses." I’m going to use this elent a lot against the Goddesses.
I was even planning on using spells I have, but modified with this elent to make them more powerful.
"Perfect, then Pandora. I’m going to make you very strong... cutie." She squeezes my ass harder and lifts off the ground.
"I’ll show you so interesting thods. They’re the sa ones I used for maximum efficiency. But it’s no use just improving your elent. You’re the one who has to do it so you know how to use it to its fullest!!"
"What proof do I have that this will be better?" I ask, a little skeptical. She moves one of her hands to my belly, gently stroking the tattoo.
"Hmmm, Pandora, if you had to kill in a single blow, would Doom do it? What would you have to sacrifice?"
"Well... probably sothing extrely important. And I’d probably have to sacrifice it permanently because you’re so much stronger than . If we were equally strong, the cost would be lower, but you’re four tis stronger than , so the cost increases a lot."
"Okay, you’re right. So, if you refined your elent with my technique, you could kill without needing to sacrifice sothing permanent. It would still be costly, but it would be temporary."
"..."
"Seriously?... that’s an efficiency improvent of 30 to 100 tis..." My elent wasn’t created with killing sothing much stronger than in mind. It was for destroying things with the sa power as .
"Exactly. My elents had an efficiency of 100 to 200 tis the norm. That’s why refinent is important." She smiles at , and I sigh.
"You’re a genius, big sis! I’d love to learn from you." I act cute as per her request. I wonder how long I’ll have to stay a maid, but if it’s to learn from her, it’s fine.
"...Pandora, I know this might seem tedious, boring, and dull. I can see you’re bored with the Abyss, with training, with studying!! You seem like soone who’s lost your motivation to fight, just indulging in lust and dragging the future along."
"But a difficult victory is only achieved with effort and preparation. You can’t just give up now and push the future forward, hoping it’ll get better. You have to make the future better. Quit being lazy and put in the effort!! From what you told in the past, you were better than you are now, so don’t stagnate." Suddenly, Azraelith gives a lecture.
"So even if what I’m making you do seems boring, you need it to win. Even if your past motivation has cooled off, you have to build a new one and fight for your future. You’re so close to achieving the things you want, so why have you beco complacent now and stopped striving as if your life depended on it?"
"Before, you always strived as if your life could end the next day. The strength you’ve gained now isn’t a shield; it’s shackles that are stagnating you."
"This is a weight that cos with strength. The stronger you are, the less you strive. And you need to break those shackles, or you really won’t have a tomorrow to drag along."
"...Sorry..." I apologize genuinely. She’s right. It’s just that I don’t have a huge motivation anymore. In the past, my motivation was revenge and hatred—two powerful fuels, but they consu a lot of one’s ntality. They cooled off when I achieved my revenge.
And when they cooled, they ended up eating a large part of my confidence. As much as it hurts to admit, since I arrived in the Abyss, the ti, the things I’ve been through, and the monts I’ve had have been draining more and more of my fragnted motivation.
So now, I’ve been very negligent. But Azraelith is right. Victory isn’t built only on fun things, and life isn’t just lust, fun, and laziness.
When I first managed to transform into my true, real form, I was so happy and so full of hatred. I can’t use hatred as a crutch for my motivation and joy anymore.
I’ve grown so much. It’s ti to abandon the crutches that have supported and start walking on my own two feet.
"I’ll give it my all. So teach , sis! I want to learn." I give her a determined look, understanding that the maid uniform, the request to be cute, and the grabbing of my ass were attempts to shake off my boredom and show that I’m too dependent on stimulation to get excited.
"That’s the look I like. So learn properly so we can kill the Goddesses successfully." She gives a gentle, loving smile, and I fill myself with determination from my sister’s effort—proof that she truly loves and truly understands .
’I will beco stronger. I will destroy the Goddesses and live the life I want, even if I have to tear apart the very fabric of existence to achieve my desires.’ Destiny has never been on my side, and I don’t need it. My sister made see that again—sothing I had forgotten when I gained the strength I have now.
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