[The trait [Charm Resistance] has been created]
[Your trait [Charm Resistance] is being strengthened]
[Your trait [Charm Resistance] is being strengthened]
[Your trait [Charm Resistance] is being strengthened]
"This kid... I have never seen a being with such potential, not even among the gods. How could soone like this co into existence from a lower world?" the man sitting cross-legged on a white cloud said, eyes wide with amazent.
"I would love to take him to my pantheon and sculpt this diamond myself. He will surely beco a being that will make the heavens and hells of all pantheons tremble..."
"Well, even if we agreed to let you take this boy under your wings, do you really think the others in your pantheon would allow it? Would they not simply turn him into a weapon of war?" a woman with flaxen hair and green eyes said, crossing her arms.
"...You're right. With how things are going right now, it would be better to keep him hidden from the others, especially the Greeks and Aesir," the white-haired man nodded in agreent.
"Um... should we really be testing him with our charm?" another woman asked, her long black hair flowing down over traditional Egyptian clothing.
"I an, we are allowed to test the candidates, aren't we? Even if we've seen how much potential this boy has, it wouldn't hurt to test him more," said another woman with thick golden hair and golden ornants adorning her arms and forehead.
"Even the system doesn't seem to mind what we're doing. It's not like we're hurting him, we're just using our charm to test his resilience. And it seems the results of our test are finally becoming visible..."
Each of the figures froze when they sensed Damian beginning to resist the charm of two of the won.
Their eyes widened in shock.
"Are you guys really sure about this...? This guy, he doesn't seem normal. I've never seen any mortal do this," muttered a man among the group, his lean and athletic body tense, short brown hair tousled, and a strange expression on his handso face.
"This guy... he's really resisting your charms, which would be hard even for other gods," the youthful boy said, pointing his finger.
"Yeah, we can see that..." the woman in Egyptian attire with black hair replied.
"And not just that, I could feel his resistance to our charm growing stronger as we spoke," another woman with long flaxen hair added, her deep gaze fixed on the boy they had been trying to sway.
He was now successfully resisting their compulsion, and his resistance was growing stronger by the minute.
"Let's stop this here. Obviously, he passed your stupid test," said another woman with a youthful appearance but a serious expression.
"Alright," the woman in Egyptian clothing and the flaxen-haired woman said in unison.
They imdiately stopped projecting the power of their charm onto the boy.
At once, the boy who had seed trapped inside a do of trance broke free.
As soon as he did, Damian imdiately summoned his swords, [rcy] and [Judgent], which landed in his hands.
His entire body began to release a golden aura, and the 'Infinity' sigil on his left hand started glowing with intense light.
In response to Damian's energy release, a powerful wave of pressure surged outward.
The entire castle, no, the entire territory of the [Circle of Ouroboros] faction began to tremble, with cracks splitting the ground beneath his feet.
"Who the fuck are you? What the fuck are you doing?" Damian demanded, pointing his twin swords, now brimming with intense energy, at the figure standing before him.
He didn't know who they were or what they wanted, but they had co uninvited and dared to try to compel him with their charm.
He didn't like it one bit.
"This is interesting," said the man with long white hair, sitting cross-legged atop a cloud.
His eyes glead with intrigue as he observed the strange and unique energy radiating from Damian, an energy he had never seen before.
"I told you... he wouldn't like it," said the woman with a youthful appearance but a serious face, glaring at the two won who had insisted on testing the boy before speaking with him.
"Um... hello. Sorry if our introduction was a bit rude, but please don't take it to heart," said the woman in Egyptian clothing with a slightly apologetic expression.
"Who... who are you?" Damian asked, still keeping his guard up.
No matter how much he thought about it, he felt like he couldn't win against them if a fight broke out.
Their presence, it was imnse, far beyond anything he had ever felt before.
There was no doubt about it.
"There's no need to be afraid. We are not here to fight you or threaten you or cause you harm," the serious-faced woman said, smiling slightly, much to the surprise of the others, who had never seen her smile like that before.
"Then why are you here?" Damian asked, still confused and a bit agitated.
"If you're not here to cause trouble, then why did you try to control just now?"
"Well, as Gods we have the right to test a mortal if we're considering offering him Discipleship," said the man sitting casually on a cloud, smiling gently in an attempt to calm the still-agitated boy.
"Discipleship? Wait, Gods? Did you just say you are Gods?" Damian asked, stunned.
He knew the stories, knew that the Gods from myths and legends were real, and that Awakeners might get a chance to et them upon entering the higher Tower Realms.
But for him to et them now, in the First Tower Realm, and for them to co to him for so reason, Damian had never been more shocked in his life.
Even now, he struggled to believe they were telling the truth.
But when he tried to read them, sense their power, he couldn't see past their defenses.
Their presence, their aura, it was unlike anything he had ever encountered.
The more he tried to understand them, the more incomprehensible they beca.
"Are... are you really gods? This is unbelievable," Damian muttered again in shock.
"We are," said the man with long white hair, sitting cross-legged on a cloud. He introduced himself calmly,
"I'm called Brahma, the God of Creation from the Hindu pantheon."
Then the woman with fancy hair, wearing a traditional gown adorned with floral designs and radiating divine beauty, stepped forward.
"I'm Freya, the Goddess of Love, Beauty, Magic, and Battle of the Vanir gods... it's a pleasure to et the most handso boy I have ever seen."
Next, another woman introduced herself. She had long golden hair and was beautiful, though perhaps not quite on Freya's level, she still radiated a godly charm. "I'm the Goddess of Victory, Nike of the Greek pantheon. I hope to teach you everything I can."
A woman dressed in Egyptian clothing with long, straight black hair spoke next, bowing in the Egyptian style. "I'm Hathor. I hope to beco your favorite Goddess of Love, Beauty, and Motherhood. I hope we get along."
"You should be honored to et the great Hers, the God of Travel, Trade, and Communication. I'll take care of you!" the youthful man said cheerfully, his attitude as radiant as his grin.
As they introduced themselves, Damian's expression shifted from shock to sothing more confused, even a little disappointed.
These guys are gods?
Why does it feel like I'm in a stage play?
Is it just my perception, or are these gods really this easygoing?
he wondered.
"Okay... I guess..." Damian muttered, unable to co up with words appropriate for the situation. Should I bow or sothing?
"I expected you to be more shocked," Goddess Hathor said, sounding a bit disappointed.
"Okay... Um... why are you guys here again?" Damian asked.
He wasn't as intimidated as he had expected to be, probably because they were way more casual than the divine beings he'd imagined.
They didn't behave like the mighty gods and goddesses he'd pictured in his mind.
They talked more like friendly neighbors.
It was weird and kind of surprising, Damian wouldn't lie.
As soone with a great interest in mythologies, legends, and such, he knew a great deal about the gods and goddesses standing before him.
In fact, he knew even more when he added the mories of the hundreds of beings inside him, especially the demons and the fallen angel.
As old as they were, they carried information spanning thousands upon thousands of years.
The fallen angel he had devoured during their [Demon Dungeon Mission] was once an angel under the Heavenly Father.
He possessed not only knowledge of the Biblical pantheon but also information about other divine pantheons.
Just as the deities began introducing themselves as gods and goddesses, Damian instantly started reviewing the mories of the fallen angel and the demons.
Thanks to his [Spiritual Library], which had arranged all those mories in perfect order, all he had to do was think of the specific information he needed, and everything related to it would surface in his mind like an open book.
In the next instant, he had already learned a great deal about these deities.
"We have many reasons for seeking you out, but the most important is this: we have co to offer you a proposition," the goddess Freya said.
"And before you say anything, let add one more thing. There will be others who co with propositions of their own, but I don't think they'll do you any good," Freya continued.
"My dear boy, it's in your best interest to choose us and not the others," said the god of creation, Brahma.
"They are anything but good..."
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