Village Head's Debauchery

Chapter 1337: Paradise’s Decision

“Nothing,” Margona replied coldly. “She says she’s not in the mood to speak.”

Orion raised a brow but said nothing. He cast a subtle glance toward General Reynold and Oberon, who simply shook their heads and sighed tiredly.

He realised he had missed an important incident and silently decided to look into it later.

He turned his attention to Ilse.

“I don’t trust the bizarre ‘Will,'” Ilse said firmly. “Even if it helped us, we can’t blindly put our faith in a being that managed to remain here after separating from its tempered will, only to continue acting under its former principles, thereby breaking the original will.”

“If you were the Divine Mysteries, who have governed the Material Realm for countless ages, would you allow a realm with terrifying potential, built by the descendants of those who were one of the many, to trigger the colllaspe of the Material Realm to continue growing unchecked, simply because your focus lies on confronting a shared enemy? Absolutely not!”

“Who’s to say the bizarre Will wouldn’t have tried to forge an alliance with the Divine Corps if its original ‘Will’ hadn’t been tempered by them?”

Ilse’s voice calmed as she continued, “Nevertheless, I don’t think we should let that cloud our judgment from making the most suitable decision for Paradise. Forming an alliance with this rising force is our best course of action.”

“Instead of waiting for the perfect moment to migrate the Spirit Beasts into Paradise, we should use this opportunity to pull everyone into a five-way conflict. If the alliance betrays us, we can withdraw our support, turning it into a four-way war.”

“However, it’s best to wait until the Mysteries of the White Flame Cosmic Tree have awakened. Because it’s only then we can be confident in the security of our realm?”

Orion nodded. He found both the objections and endorsements to be valid and compelling.

It was clear they could only make one decision that would decide the future of Paradise.

Orion fell into quiet contemplation.

The others waited patiently for his response.

Finally, Orion spoke. “We’ll form a temporary alliance with the bizarre Will. I’ll lead a small team to evaluate the true nature of their forces. Although cooperation is necessary, that doesn’t mean we need to bring them into Paradise immediately.”

“We’ll begin searching for potential devotees only after our plans commence. We wait until the Mysteries of the White Flame Cosmic Tree and Sylvalis, the Boundary Will awakens.”

This was the only reasonable course of action.

Beyond Margona’s children, Orion also needed to investigate the truth behind his fertility through the other human race and consider bringing them into Paradise as well.

Finding more members of the nymphs’ sister race would also be ideal.

The group nodded one by one, including General Reynold.

Turning to General Reynold, Oberon, and Ilse, Orion continued, “You three will assess the state of the residents and observe how they’re responding to the sudden changes within their universes. If we plan to welcome more outsiders into Paradise, we need to prepare in advance. I’ll accompany you.”

The trio nodded in acknowledgement.

“The meeting is dismissed,” Orion announced. “I’ll personally deliver our decision to the bizarre Will.”

…

Orion appeared atop a mountain range within the domain of the gods.

He stared at the blazing white figure of the bizarre Will, looking down on the land.

But Orion knew this light wasn’t its true form; it was a radiant veil meant to conceal its real identity from lesser beings.

Even if someone dared to look directly at it, the surrounding halos would project the image of a vaguely humanoid shape made of pure white light.

Yet, behind that illusion lay its true form, an ever-shifting, symmetrical being that defied comprehension.

A glimpse of the very structure of a cosmic structure itself.

Yes, as Orion stared at the bizarre Will, he was also gazing into the intricacies of the Main Cosmic Structure. And yet, its representation was limited, as only the bizarre Will embodied that structure.

Gazing at it for long-held no benefit unless one sought to comprehend the very nature of the Will itself, in which case, a brief glance would never suffice.

“Have you made your decision?” the bizarre Will asked, turning to face him.

“We have,” Orion replied. “We’ve agreed to form a temporary alliance with you. However, we’ll only begin after the Mysteries of the White Flame Cosmic Structure and Sylvalis have awakened. Should you renege on our agreement or attempt to betray us, we won’t hesitate to withdraw and sever all ties.”

“Before anything else, we want to observe these forces you’ve mentioned and evaluate how we want to proceed with them.”

Surprisingly, the bizarre Will let out a sigh. “That’s good. I was concerned you might refuse,” ‘it’ said. “If you had, I wouldn’t have been able to change your mind, and I would have had to revise my plans. Fortunately, you’re willing to uphold our agreement.”

“You don’t need to worry about anything else, including being betrayed. If the plan succeeds, I’ll see if I can coerce the true gods there into pledging their allegiance to Paradise.”

Its following words caught Orion off guard.

He hadn’t expected the bizarre Will to actively support Paradise in recruiting true gods. Still, his expression remained calm.

“There’s no need to coerce them,” Orion said, shaking his head. “When the time is right, we’ll extend our hand. Those willing to join Paradise will be welcomed.”

It was better that they came feeling honoured and grateful to be accepted into Paradise. That way, the seeds of future conflict wouldn’t be planted by resentment or forced submission.

It should feel like an opportunity, not a request.

“Very well. I’ll go inform the forces before your arrival,” the bizarre Will said.

“Don’t they already know about us?” Orion asked.

The bizarre Will shook its head. “No, they don’t. I needed to be certain the alliance would happen before informing them of your existence. Now, I can speak freely. There may be some friction at first, but I can guarantee everything will proceed smoothly.”

Orion was surprised once more, but he kept his composure.

He nodded in acknowledgement.

“I’ll take my leave now. When you’re ready, summon me using the Divine Medallion of Sovereign Accord,” the bizarre Will said. ‘Its’ body then warped into the fabric of reality and vanished into thin air.

Orion turned his attention toward a particular destination and disappeared.

…..

Within the White Flame Cosmic Tree

Orion stood with General Reynold, Oberon, Ilse, and Zera as he recounted his conversation with the bizarre Will.

Though each of them had questions, they knew there was little point in speculation. They would only understand the truth once they met the forces the bizarre Will had spoken of.

Instead, they turned their focus on the task that had brought them here.

He had brought them to the White Flame Cosmic Tree for one purpose: to create a true body for General Reynold, Oberon, Margona and Avarielle.

“How will this work?” General Reynold asked.

The most convenient method for his resurrection would have been through the Divine Embryonic Seed. However, there was no known material capable of forming a seed that could withstand the White Flame’s intensity. He had only managed to suppress the flames using the Mysteries of the Twelve-Step Stairs.

Unless, of course, they could obtain the corpse of an Omnithriallian.

But as a descendant, General Reynold could neither bring himself to desecrate their resting grounds nor did he believe he could fulfil the sacred conditions laid down by the Omnithriallians before one could make use of their bodies.

That left only one option: to slowly nurture a new body using the Mysteries of the Twelve Step Stairs, in the same way a new divine artefact is forged by nature.

But such a process could take an unknown number of years.

So, naturally, he was curious about what method Orion intended to use.

Zera, who had reclaimed her body from Margona, looked at Orion with curiosity.

In her eyes, he was like a blossoming flower that kept growing taller and more brilliant, even in conditions that should have stifled it.

This only solidified the decision she had already made to make him the father of her children. After all, her children would surely strive to surpass the heights their father had already reached and likely achieve even more than she had ever dared to hope for.

That, to her, was something she could only dream of.

Now, she realised she could accompany her children on the journey toward those heights. And that thought filled her with anticipation.

As much as she loved her goddesses for their support, care, wisdom, and the strength they had nurtured within her, she could not ignore the truth; no matter how much their bond had matured over the years, she had always been a vessel for them.

A tool they used to express themselves in the world.

Now, she wanted complete ownership of herself.

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