The System Awakens: Rise of the Champion - Chapter 246

Capítulo 246: Chapter 246: Effects Of Becoming Complete

“I wonder where the master disappeared to…” Hela sighed. No matter how much she strained her godly senses, she could not perceive where her master had gone.

“He has become ridiculously powerful… to think that not even with my godly senses could I follow his movements when he disappeared,” Frigga muttered, the same expression of disbelief still etched on her face. “I feel like a human in the presence of a god when I am near him, despite my being a God-King-level goddess. Has the difference in our power become so vast?”

“How long are you going to keep saying that shit?” Freya shook her head.

Unlike the mother goddess Frigga, the Vanir goddess had already accepted how powerful the newborn emperor of the newborn empire was.

“Hmph, she should be behaving like that, seeing how great my master’s boundless power is,” Hela snorted proudly.

Frigga simply glared at Hela but didn’t say anything. Instead, she shook her head, trying to accept the new reality of their lives.

Hela returned her focus to her brother.

One of the three beasts of Ragnarök, the Doomsday Wolf Fenrir, who was previously an incomplete werewolf.

But thanks to the progenitor of werewolves, no, the Primordial Progenitor, who had given him a drop of his progenitor essence, he had now become a complete werewolf, a werewolf god of the end.

Not only had Fenrir gained the ability to transform into a human form, but he had also become far stronger than before.

Hela, Freya, and Frigga could all feel it.

“Who knows, becoming a complete werewolf would make him this strong…” Hela muttered with a smile.

“Too strong… I think if he rampages, even an upper-plane pantheon would have a hard time defeating him,” Freya added.

“I wonder if Jörmungandr would also become more powerful once Master makes him complete too,” Hela said, her expression filled with curiosity.

“Jörmungandr was the strongest of the two, right?” Frigga asked.

“Yes. He is older than Fenrir, so naturally he was stronger. But now that Fenrir has become complete, I can feel that he is much stronger than Jörmungandr,” Hela replied.

As their eldest sister, she could precisely sense who was stronger, and right now Fenrir had surpassed both her and her other brother Jörmungandr.

She herself was now the weakest.

“Despite being the eldest, I’m the weakest. It’s kind of shameful,” Hela sighed, observing Fenrir as he sat deep in meditation.

He had just become a complete werewolf.

As a result, his natural energy and divine essence had been significantly magnified and were currently in a state of unrest.

Right now, he needed to stabilize them before returning to his optimal state, which shouldn’t take long.

Suddenly, Hela’s eyes widened in happiness as a smile formed on her luscious lips, sensing a presence appearing out of nowhere.

Turning her head, she found her beloved master standing beside a very godly, beautiful woman, tall and sharp-faced.

Her white hair flowed down her back, with bangs covering her pale forehead.

Her eyes were as blue as the deep ocean, yet there was no emotion on her face that could be comprehended.

“Master, you are back,” Hela exclaimed, ignoring the woman, though she continued to observe her with her godly senses.

Strangely, she discovered that her godly senses couldn’t pick up anything at all.

It was as if the woman didn’t exist.

Frigga and Freya were experiencing the same confusion as well.

They could see her, but that was all they could do; they could not sense any other evidence of her existence.

It was very strange.

As goddesses, there were very few things they could not understand or perceive, very few things that could deceive their divine senses.

They could not help but wonder who she was, especially since she had appeared alongside Damian.

Damian noticed the confusion and wariness on their faces.

The woman, whose identity was none other than one of the Seven Primordials, the Primordial Beginning, also knew what the three goddesses were thinking.

With a simple act of will, she allowed information about her identity to enter their minds.

She was even considerate enough to limit the amount of information transmitted so as not to overload and kill them.

The moment they comprehended her identity, the three goddesses fell to their knees in fear, awe, and reverence.

They did not dare to speak a single word, for they were in the presence of a primordial, one of the seven beings responsible for maintaining the universe itself.

“Be at ease, guys… it’s alright,” Damian said, waving his hand casually. “She’s very friendly.”

Only after hearing his words did they finally feel able to breathe again.

This was their first time encountering a primordial being, a divine existence far beyond gods.

Though gods possessed instinctual knowledge of the universe’s workings, and although they knew who this being was and what kind of existence she represented, they had never imagined that a primordial would take on a human form, let alone descend into the land of the living from the core of universal space.

They were also shocked to see a primordial being fully conscious.

As far as they knew, the primordials existed as condensed globes of energy, semi-conscious entities that served as the subconscious will of Existence itself, manifesting as formless corporeal energy.

To think the Primordial Beginning is awake.

Does that mean the resurgence is already underway?

Frigga thought silently, shock evident on her face.

Her gaze immediately shifted to Damian, as she could not help but suspect that this was connected to his existence.

The fact that they had arrived together was the first clue.

“Hm. A goddess of death and a goddess of motherhood. If you were to procreate with them, the resurrection could be accelerated,” the Primordial Beginning stated calmly.

“Yeah, I know…” Damian sighed.

Frigga, the Goddess of Motherhood, and Hela, the Goddess of Death, both possessed concepts closely aligned with the domains of Primordial Beginning, Primordial End and Primordial Life.

Since all seven primordials were interconnected, their domains complementing one another, she and the other primordials knew exactly how to increase the resurgence of karma, even while operating within another primordial’s domain.

“I was thinking of another way,” Damian muttered. “It’s slower, but much more effective.”

He did not need to explain further.

The Primordial Beginning already knew what he was planning.

“That will work. And with me here to assist you, the process can be accelerated,” she replied.

Her mind was constantly processing countless streams of information, allowing her to instantly judge the viability of his plan.

“We’ll go to Biblical Heaven after establishing a field there. We’ll do the same in Valhalla,” Damian said as he walked toward the three goddesses, who were still standing stiffly like statues, unsure of how they were supposed to behave in the presence of a primordial or even what the conversation they were hearing truly entailed.

“I’m heading to Biblical Heaven. You can tag along if you want,” Damian said casually.

“I want to go with the master,” Hela said immediately, and the other two quickly agreed.

Damian smiled and snapped his fingers.

In the next instant, an energy veil enveloped them.

Their figures vanished from Niflheim and reappeared in the deepest region of Biblical Heaven, where the concentration of energy, essence, holiness, and positivity was at its absolute peak.

The moment Damian appeared, two figures rushed toward him.

Lilith and his subordinate, Lucifer.

Lilith shot forward like a bolt of lightning, wrapping her arms around Damian and overwhelming him with a deep, tongue-filled kiss.

At the same time, Lucifer dropped to one knee, not daring to lift his head.

Hela, watching Lilith kiss Damian so intimately, narrowed her eyes.

Lilith and Hela shared a complicated history, more than friends and less than enemies.

Both had once been Damian’s disciples in his previous life.

“How is everything?” Damian asked as Lilith finally pulled away from him.

“The holy angels are behaving as you ordered, my lord,” Lucifer replied, his head still bowed.

“The Seraphim are annoying, Master,” Lilith said with a frown. “They keep insisting on speaking directly with the Progenitor.”

“Looks like being managed by a demon and a fallen angel is too much for them,” Damian said with mild amusement.

He had expected this reaction when he placed Lilith and Lucifer in charge.

He had done so deliberately, partly to let them enjoy themselves and partly to give them closure by trampling over the holy angels, the very race responsible for much of their past suffering.

Damian observed Lilith carefully.

She looked satisfied, but also clearly tired of the role.

Leadership was never her preference.

She would always choose battle over command.