Son of the Hero King-Chapter 719: Invidia

[Invidia’s Divine Kingdom]

After Sol finished his speech and finally started his return journey by flight toward Lustburg, in the highest plane of existence— in the Divine Realm, Invidia was mired in discussion with some unique individuals in her personal realm.

One of them was a golden-haired woman with cerulean blue eyes and two large bat-like wings on her back. She was standing very respectfully next to Invidia, however, she did not show her much deference as mortal beings would in her presence.

The other was an old man with gray hair and a hunched back. Two horns protruded from his forehead, with one of them in a half-broken state. His eyes were mostly closed, and it seemed like he was about to die at any moment now. But his massive aura that enveloped the whole territory belied his frail appearance.

{What do you think?}

Invidia asked. Her voice was calmer than usual. They had been watching and listening to Sol’s speech and had seen the thread of Faith swirling around him. The way Sol absorbed them was proof that he was not far from ascending to the Demigod realm.

“An ambitious man. I did not think a new Conqueror would once again come from Lustburg so soon after the death of Jupiter, and this one seems to be far more competent and adept in obtaining the heart of his subordinates.” The old man praised, and Invidia beguilingly nodded.

She hated Sol and thought of him as nothing but a mortal who was grasping towards power that he should steer clear of. But there was no denying the reality.

{It’s exactly his seemingly endless ambition that makes him dangerous. Luxuria told me about their bets and how it’s normal that he wants to conquer all the Kingdoms. But will it really stop only at that? Would someone of his caliber be happy ruling a bunch of weaklings in that place where not even mana can thrive properly?}

“I must say, your words are quite hurtful. After all, we are the ones guarding that backwater place for you.” The winged woman chuckled. Her eyes never left Sol and the succubus next to him. She had been suspicious in the past, but now her suspicions were confirmed. Chuckling to herself, she turned her gaze to Invidia sitting on her throne.

“I am more surprised you allowed us to witness this. I thought this was against the rules of the game to share information like this.” The golden-haired woman asked, her eyes filled with a glimmer of curiosity and amusement.

{I did not break any rules. Calling my Blessed and my most loyal servant is not against the rule. The fact that you were able to witness this scene is nothing but a coincidence.}

She continued,

{Furthermore, the ones at fault are Superbia and her twin. If they wanted to keep the information from spreading, they should have simply cloaked the country like Luxuria did for her own mortal territory.}

Invidia was calm as she explained this small loophole she exploited here. The rules they had created were far from perfect, and many such loopholes existed just waiting to be exploited. Usually, none of them would bother using such petty tricks, however.

But as she was now, she knew she could not allow herself to keep watching things flow as they are.

The angels were moving slowly, but that was not going to be enough for them. Sol’s Fate was becoming too strong. Even if the angels were to attack, at most, they could ensure mutual destruction, but the chance of them actually killing that cockroach of a man was extremely unlikely.

They needed something strong. Something decisive that could end this whole situation without any problem.

Tch! Just how much Karma did my stupid sister invest in this man?

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It was not as if there had never been anyone climbing the ranks in power fast. But Sol’s growth in particular was more than abnormal.

What made his power incredible was how attuned they were toward survival. Beating Sol was moderately hard but not impossible. But killing Sol was nigh impossible.

She felt frustrated at how blind her other sisters were, however, there was nothing she could do directly.

Sol Luxuria was a danger to them, and what they needed to do was to stomp him and destroy his soul to make sure he never even got the chance at reincarnation. After this, they also needed to stop Luxuria from bringing back foreign souls into their world.

This might have been fun at first, but now this was clearly a very dangerous move that could not be used without much thought. All foreign souls were irregulars. Individuals who could continuously break the limit of even the goddess’ understanding and work outside the laws of the universe.

There was no need for such irregulars in their games anymore.

{Give me your opinion on his power growth.}

Invidia asked. As she was born a goddess, she never experienced realm ascension or a growth in her powers. She was born perfect after all. She never had any interest in such things either. After all, no matter how much they struggled, Mortals could never hope to become gods like them.

“He will soon become a demigod. Perhaps in a year or perhaps in a month. All he lacks, it seems, is a moment of enlightenment and enough energy to change his vessel.” The Golden-haired woman muttered in reply to the goddess’ question..

“I would normally concur, but in this case, things are more complicated. I do not know about enlightenment. But when it comes to energy. The energy necessary to build a vessel that will satisfy this man seems to be astronomical. Of course, the result would be astonishing if he succeeded in building his body and ascended to demigodhood.” The old man spoke in jest, but there was clearly worry in his voice.

{He is working with Echidna.}

“Oh…” He did not ask how she knew Echidna was still alive, nor how it was possible for her to be walking while her soul should have been destroyed and her body sealed.

All that mattered was that Echidna’s existence alone was a game changer. In his long life, he had witnessed the rise and fall of many geniuses, but few, if any, could compare to the Mortal Trio, as he loved to call them.

His rebellious nephew, the crazy slave who loved magic more than herself, and the mad woman who chased after the paradoxical state of perfection.

Thinking about this, he chuckled, “The Son of the Hero King, the son-in-law of the Death King and the Thousand Spells Witch as well as the Partner of the Mother of Thousand Monsters.” His laugh was filled with helplessness.

“Out of the four Mortal Demigods, he is directly related to all of them. I knew that Fate could be unjust, but I must admit… this is quite the incredulous sight in my waning years.”

Fate was just, and the Blessed were the favored darling of Heaven. Even so, there should be some limit to the absurdity that went about these individuals.

“My goddess, I will be honest. I do not advise further antagonizing him. I am the perfect example of what happens when one becomes an obstacle against the darling of an era. I am only alive because my rebellious nephew did not want to kill me.” He tapped his broken horn as he explained.

He was once a powerful Demigod. A demigod that few could even hope to match among all the demigods in all the timelines. Now, he was just a broken shell barely hanging on the strand of divine power he was keeping together. His immortality had been destroyed, his vessel shattered, and his pride reduced to dust.

All of this is because he stood in the way of Anubis.

He knew that Anubis’ birth was because of the whims of his goddess. But he did not hate her for it. After all, she too was nothing against the Will of this universe. Fate affected all, even the high and lofty goddesses.

This was why he needed to warn his goddess.

“Sol Luxuria makes all the Blessed or Singularities I observed in my life look like fireflies compared to the Sun. There is no comparison to be had. We should not become his enemies. We should…”

{We should beg him and grovel for his magnanimity?}

He clamped his mouth shut at Invidia’s wrath before bowing his head in deference and apology.

“I apologize. I misspoke. All will be done by your will.”

{...}

Invidia gazed at him silently and then observed her Supreme Daughter, whose smile never slipped.

She understood well that the old man was speaking out of loyalty and care rather than simple fear and cowardice.

However, she still could not stop herself from acting out.

She had to stop Sol. No matter what, even if her sisters stood against her.

{Remember this. I always win. No matter how this scenario ends, I will still be the winner.}

Her goal was to protect her sisters. Her defeat or victory would lead to the same outcome.

{Also, who said I have no hope of killing him?}

Her eyes gleamed. She was not some crazy woman brought senseless by the concept she wielded. There was no way she would act without preparation.

To manipulate all events to lead to this, Luxuria must have used most of her divine power.

This is just a last resort. But I might need to test this theory soon.

{The two of you can go down and act as you see fit.}

The Supreme Daughter of Envy giggled as her form started to fragment,

“Thank you for this gift. Now I must go visit the princesses. This is going to be fun.” She laughed and vanished.

As for the old man, he gave one last look to Invidia and shook his head, “Rest well, my goddess.” Then he too vanished, leaving Invidia all alone, ruminating on the future atop her lofty yet desolate throne.

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