Gray sat motionless on the flawless white floor, his legs crossed, and his eyes were calmly fixed on the goddess above him.
Isis regarded him with the sa indifferent golden stare, one elegant brow arching at his question.
"What a goddess does when no one is watching?" She let out a small laugh that echoed through the endless white void like breaking glass.
"Foolish mortal. A goddess is never truly unwatched. Even in solitude, I am the center of all things. I simply... exist. Perfectly. Eternally. There is nothing else to do."
She leaned back on her throne, silver-white hair cascading like liquid starlight, the faint smile on her lips laced with mockery.
"But since you insist on playing this little ga, I shall indulge you. For now."
Gray’s expression never changed.
Outwardly, he remained the picture of calm respect. Inwardly, however, his mind was already processing a plan.
’This is going to be the longest and most delicate conquest yet,’ he thought with a deep sigh.
’Isis isn’t like the others. She doesn’t have ordinary pride or ordinary loneliness. She has a genuine, bone-deep god complex...’
He frowned slighly.
’She has the unshakable belief that she is not only superior, but that superiority is the natural order of existence itself. Trying to break that directly would be suicide. She’d erase in an instant if I challenged her divinity head-on. So I won’t.’
Thankfully, he had a plan in mind, although not exactly complete...
It was the best thing he could do at the mont.
’Step one: radical acceptance. I have to treat her divinity as real... but not absolute. I will sincerely acknowledge her power, her beauty, and her perfection without groveling.’
’That plants the first crack. Most mortals either worship or rebel. I will do neither. I will simply... see her in her own light. And make her feel seen.’
The key point here... was definitely sincerity.
’Step two: consistent presence without neediness. I stay here for as long as it takes... weeks, months, years inside this dream. I never beg for her attention, never grow impatient, never show weakness.’
’Every interaction must feel like a gift she is graciously allowing. Over ti, that will invert the dynamic. She’ll start expecting to be here. Then she’ll start wanting to be here... at least, I hope so.’
’Step three: the slow erosion of solitude. She claims she doesn’t need anyone, but this endless white void is proof she does. I’ll ask questions that force her to reflect, not about , but about herself.’
’What does eternity feel like when there’s no one who can truly match you? What does perfection taste like when there’s no one to share it with? Tiny, harmless questions. Each one chips away at the armor of her godhood without her realizing it.’
’Step four: the Swap.’
At the na of step four, he wanted to laugh, as that was the na of his own skill.
’If I can find the right mont, I’ll swap perspectives with her, just for a second. Since this is still my dream world... as long as my will is strong enough, I can even control her power.’
’So, I’ll let her feel what it’s like to be mortal, small, temporary. Not to humiliate her, but to show her contrast. After that, my presence will feel... warr or safer. Human, in a way, her divinity can never be.’
’Step five: emotional investnt. I will never confess love first. I will make her fall so gradually she convinces herself it was her own idea. Complints that feel earned. Vulnerability that feels both rare and precious.’
’Shared silences that beco comfortable. Real laughter when she least expects it. I’ll beco the one thing this perfect, lonely goddess has never had: soone who chooses to stay, not because she commands it, but because he wants to.
’And the final step... the one that will take the longest... I have to make her question whether being a goddess is actually enough. Not by telling her it isn’t, she’d destroy ,’ he grumbled slighly.
’But by showing her, day after day, what it feels like to be wanted as Isis, not as the Sovereign of this realm. To be touched, teased, challenged, and loved as a woman who happens to be divine... instead of a divine being who happens to wear a woman’s face.
’It will take months. Maybe years inside this space. My body outside will be in deep ditation, protected by the note and Aurora’s powers. But the risk is real.’
’Jasmine was right... this kind of sustained exposure to absolute divinity can reshape a person. I could start believing my own humility is a weakness. I could start craving her approval the way she craves worship.’
’But I won’t let that happen.’
His eyes narrowed slighly.
[The Emotion-Severing Technique has been re-cultiva—]
[...Error.]
For a split-second, his emotions instantly dulled.
This was how determined Gray was... to the point of even recultivating the technique that almost made him kill himself.
That is... if truly needed.
’Because at the end of it all, when the proud goddess finally lowers her guard and admits, even silently, that she has fallen for a re mortal... that will be the mont the Kamidere door truly opens. Not because I conquered her power, but because I conquered her heart while letting her keep her crown.
Gray lifted his gaze back to Isis, his lips slowly curving into a gentle smile.
"Then tell , Isis. What does perfection feel like when there’s no one else in the universe who can ever truly understand it?"
Isis remained seated on her throne, one elegant leg crossed over the other, her golden eyes studying Gray with faint, almost bored curiosity.
"Perfection..." she repeated the word slowly.
"Perfection feels exactly as it should... complete, flawless, and eternal. There is no longing in it, no emptiness. Only... existence in its highest form."
She tilted her head slightly, silver-white hair shifting like liquid moonlight.
"You speak as though perfection is a burden. How quaint. Mortals always project their own weaknesses onto higher beings. I do not suffer from loneliness, Gray. I simply am. The universe arranges itself around . That is the natural order."
Gray nodded once, neither agreeing nor arguing.
He kept his posture relaxed, sitting cross-legged on the flawless floor as though they were simply two people having a quiet conversation.
"I see," he nodded softly.
"Then may I ask sothing else?"
Isis waved a graceful hand, granting permission as if it were a great favor.
"Go on."
Gray looked directly into her glowing eyes, his own dull black ones remaining as sincere as ever.
"When was the last ti soone spoke to you without fear or worship in their voice? Not as a goddess to be revered... but simply as Isis?"
The question lingered in the white void.
For a brief mont, the goddess’s perfect expression faltered, not enough for most people to notice, but Gray caught the tiny change in her golden gaze.
She let out a soft, dismissive laugh.
"Such a question is aningless. Everyone who approaches understands their place. Worship is the only correct response when facing divinity. Anything else would be... disrespectful."
Gray smiled faintly.
"Perhaps," he conceded.
"But I’m not here to worship you, Isis. I’m here because I find you interesting. And right now, you’re the only person in this entire white world. So I’d rather talk to you than sit in silence."
Isis narrowed her eyes, clearly weighing whether to be offended or amused.
"You are bold for a mortal who could be erased with a single thought."
"Maybe," Gray replied calmly.
"But boldness is all I have. I can’t offer you prayers or sacrifices. The only thing I can give is honest conversation. If that displeases you, tell . I’ll stop."
He paused, then added quietly, "Though I hope you won’t."
A long silence stretched between them.
Isis tapped one slender finger against the arm of her throne.
She seed to be deciding whether this mortal was worth her continued attention.
Finally, she spoke again, her tone slightly less cold.
"...Very well. Since you insist on this farce of ’conversation,’ I will allow it. For now." She leaned forward just a fraction, golden eyes locking onto his.
"Ask your questions, Gray. But choose them carefully. My patience is not infinite."
Gray gave a small nod of gratitude.
"Then tell this... when you sit here alone, day after day, year after year... what do you think about? Not as a goddess ruling over everything, but as yourself. What thoughts keep you company in the quiet?"
Isis’s lips parted slightly.
For the first ti, she didn’t answer imdiately.
Her gaze drifted sowhere into the white distance, as though the question had touched sothing she rarely examined.
The silence this ti felt a little heavier.
Gray waited patiently, not pushing, not filling the space with unnecessary words. He simply sat there, giving her all the ti she needed.
After a long mont, Isis’s voice returned, quieter than before, though still carrying that divine arrogance.
"...I think about order," she said at last.
"About how everything beneath is... imperfect. How it constantly requires my guidance, my judgnt, my light. Mortals stumble. Gods bicker. Realms rise and fall. Only I remain unchanging."
She looked back at him, her golden eyes sharp once more.
"And you? What does a re mortal think about when he dares sit before a goddess and speak so freely?"
Gray t her gaze without hesitation.
"I think about how even gods might want soone to talk to... without needing to be perfect all the ti."
A faint spark, sothing between irritation and intrigue, appeared deep in Isis’s eyes at those words.
But just then, her lips curled up slighly.
"You know... Gray. I’ll never fall for a re mortal, so don’t even try."
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