Village Head's Debauchery

Chapter 1193: The Other Half Of Her Divinity



"Alright, take care," Orion said.

With a nod, he watched as they entered the hall and sealed the door with various runes and mysterious encryptions that appeared on the surface.

Once he could no longer sense their presence, he turned and followed Morriel out of the hallway, heading back to the surface.

Orion returned to his room and took out a pill bottle containing forty-four Condensed Vylkr Essence Rebirth Elixirs, which he had saved from the battle against the monstrosities. He didn't need to use the two large jars Zera had given them, so he left them untouched.

The elixirs would last him several weeks, and he planned to use them to hasten his Vylkr energy accumulation and reach the threshold of a Five-star warrior.

Such an attempt would have been reckless, as consuming immense amounts of Vylkr energy without giving the body enough time to adapt could lead to deterioration or cause irreparable damage. However, the Condensed Vylkr Essence Rebirth Elixirs were designed to be safe and effective if the prescribed dosage was followed, suppressing the menacing ferocity of Vylkr energy and making it much easier to use.

During his examination with Zera, they had tested what would happen if he took four Condensed Vylkr Rebirth Esense Elixirs in a day. The side effects had been disastrous-it felt as if his body was about to implode from within.

Fortunately, Aurora was present and swiftly absorbed the excess Vylkr energy, making the situation less threatening. Even then, the Vylkr energy was far more intense than other higher-ranked energies, including divine energy.

Orion guessed that even the diluted Vylkr energy used by the gods' chosen was much tamer than this. He took the Condensed Vylkr Rebirth Essence Elixirs thrice daily for six days.

Orion could feel his body growing stronger, the ferocity of the Vylkr energy becoming gentler, and he was slowly approaching the threshold of a five-star warrior. He regulated the intake with the help of the Purifier.

On the sixth day, Morriel came to inform him that Zera had emerged and was ready to meet him. He swiftly tidied himself up and with her.

Zera gestured for Morriel to leave once they arrived.

"Where are they?" Orion asked.

"Before we begin, she is grasping the basics I've given her. It's a delicate procedure, and we don't have materials to waste, so it's best she takes her time," Zera replied.

Orion nodded in understanding. He had been updated on Aurora's progress every night by Aerialia within the space of the crimson greatsword mark.

He had pretended to be oblivious, making it seem as though he had no idea what was happening to not alert Zera. This way, he could also update them on his own situation.

"I called for you so we can begin attempting to concoct your elixir with the data we've collected," Zera said.

"Okay," Orion responded.

"Follow me," Zera said, gesturing for him to follow her.

They walked toward another area within the manor, down a secluded staircase leading underground. Soon, they arrived at a room tightly sealed with thick, metallic doors.

Its exterior was similar to the one Aurora and Aerialia had previously entered.

Zera gently pulled the door open by the handle, seemingly unbothered by its immense weight. After they walked in, she closed the door behind them.

Zera clapped her hands, and the lanterns hanging on the walls and ceiling of the hall illuminated with a bright glow, lighting up the entire room.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"This is our private room, where all the elixirs within the Sanctuary are made," Zera said, her gaze fixed on Orion as he took in his surroundings.

There was a sizeable alchemical table at the centre of the room, filled with vials of various sizes, each containing strange substances that glowed fiery red, green, orange, and many other colours. They shone with an otherworldly hue. Some of the walls were shelves filled with neatly arranged tomes, scrolls, and other files.

Beside them were glass cabinets displaying arrays of ingredients that Orion had never encountered. There was also a fireplace with a cauldron adorned with beautiful inscriptions alongside various tools such as ladles, tongs, and others.

The floor was polished and clean. Nevertheless, the room was broad enough that it only divided into two sections-at the far wall was a cushioned bench with a small table neatly arranged with a teapot and teacups. A wide rug lay underneath, transforming it into a resting

area.

Zera walked over to one of the shelves and returned with a simple golden circular brooch with a red gem at its centre. "Wear this. It will protect you from any accidents in the alchemical room."

Orion nodded, attaching the brooch to his golden-embroidered black shirt. Suddenly, mysterious runes surrounded him, swirling around with a shimmering hue before wrapping against his body like an extra layer of skin.

Orion pinched his right hand with the other and noticed an invisible obstruction, halting his movements.

'If Seraphina and the rest of the Research Center had this, I wouldn't have to worry about their experiments with the Four-star Vylkr vine,' Orion thought.

"Please remain calm for what is about to happen, Mr. Orion. The goddess will meet you soon," Zera said, pausing several steps back. She took a deep breath in and exhaled.

Orion nodded, curiously observing her, wondering how he would meet the goddess of Malevolence and Witches.

Suddenly, a radiant glow emanated from Zera's body, enveloping her entirely. It was bright enough to make Orion shut his eyes.

The glow lasted several seconds before its intensity diminished and eventually vanished. When Orion opened his eyes, he was astounded by the sight before him. Standing there was no longer Zera but a fair-skinned woman with long, flowing raven-black hair.

She was incredibly voluptuous, with curves in all the right places. She wore an open-chested, blue-fitted shirt that flared slightly under her hips, tucked into thick black leggings made from an unknown material. Her shirt had long, tight sleeves, and netting on the other half of her arms extended to her wrists, revealing her fair skin.

Over her gown was a black leather waistpiece with mysterious blue embroidery resembling a corset, held together by a beautiful blue gem at the top and centre. It cinched loosely around her waist but still emphasized her curves. In fact, the slight imperfections in her attire only highlighted them even more.

The blue embroidery was too complex for Orion to look at it made him dizzy the longer he

stared.

Behind her, on her shoulders, was a fur-lined cape nearly the same length as her dress. On her legs were black-heeled boots laced with blue eyelets. Atop her raven-black hair was a blue diadem with a crystal amethyst and numerous other jewels that matched her slanted eyes, which were dangerously fixed on him.

Despite her change in attire, Orion recognized her face. He had seen her within the memories of Aegis of the Arctic Deity, and she was one of the divine beings he could never forget. Her beauty was comparable to Zera's and the goddesses of the Twilight Chorus and Fortune. This mysterious woman was none other than Margona, the goddess of Malevolence and Witches!

As Orion scrutinized her, she, too, studied him from head to toe. Without hesitation, she stepped forward and halted before him.

A subtle scent of jasmine filled his nostrils, intoxicating him. This was enough to make anyone of the opposite gender fall into a daze. But Orion's mental fortitude had been strengthened to an astronomical degree from spending time with Aurora, Aerialia, and even Ilse.

As a result, the charms exuding from her body had little effect on him. Margona observed Orion's scrutinizing expression with an expressionless face and calm yet curious gaze. "My abilities are sealed in this form, rendering me comparable to a mortal. So, if you wanted to take advantage of me, I would have no chance of resisting," she said. Hearing her words, Orion was stunned by her last sentence. Despite the suggestive nature of her statement, her expression remained cold and rigid. Her eyes carried a hint of curiosity and calmness, which sent a shiver through him. Orion couldn't tell if she was joking or subtly

threatening him.

Nonetheless, Orion withdrew his gaze and recomposed himself, adopting a calm demeanour. He saw no reason to be afraid, believing Margona would do nothing to harm him if she were wise. And even if she did, they had already anticipated certain variables, and he hoped Aerialia's plans would work.

As the silence between them stretched, the tension in the air grew dramatically. With her right hand on her waist, Margona leaned forward and pulled the chest of her shirt open, revealing two large, fair breasts with deep pink nipples at their centres. Each exuded an unnatural allure that caused Orion's heartbeat to stop momentarily.

A distinct flowery scent, mixed with jasmine, filled his nostrils, and this time... Orion found himself entering a daze, staggering backwards, his heart filled with uncertainty and fear. "You're bold enough to sire a child with a goddess who isn't so different from the goddess of the hunting moon-a literal battle maniac-and could now be considered her daughter. I didn't expect you to be this timid," Margona said, straightening up. She let go of her shirt, covering up her voluptuous peaks.