1 Beauty Personified

From where she was sitting, a faint smell of vanilla wafted over to Marston. The beautiful woman continued to smile. She had brilliant blue eyes that glimmered and a fantastic hourglass figure. Her red hair went past her shoulders and also appeared to emanate light. Her skin was young, flawless, and fair.

Her intricate jewelry was impossible to comprehend. On her neck was a diamond-thread necklace, a miniature sun contained within a sparkling crystal globe rested above her voluptuous breasts. On all fingers, her rings had jewels that emitted an aura of many changing colors, and inside the one on her index finger appeared to be an animated 600-cell.

Her green cloak had many intricate metallic runes along the trim; underneath it, she had a low cut form-fitting dark blue dress that clung to her perfect curvy body. Indeed the most beautiful woman Marston had ever laid eyes on was sitting right in front of him.

He was speechless, yet had so many questions and didn't know where to start.

"Th-Thankyou! What is going on?"For Marston, the last four days had been a hell that words could not do justice.

One hundred times, he experienced death. Which was terrible, but it was the cloning that had left him truly scarred. Now (magically?) in a fantastic looking room? Brilliant points of light were in every direction, as though they were seated in a nebula? And across from him, seemingly sat the essence of beauty itself.

He refused to entertain any thoughts of this being some sort of mirage or illusion. Marston was able to breathe once more, never had he felt so good. Even losing his virginity and his first flight in outer space could not compare to this. The air felt fresh and crisp in his lungs. The pain of his cloning fiasco was currently gone, and he wished with every fiber of his being that it would not return.

"The last four days, you have endured something that I have never seen a mortal endure AND keep their sanity." She briefly paused and continued. "So, as a reward for your manly mind, I present to you a choice."

She lifted her right palm, and slowly rotating was some sort of hologram. That was Marston's ship!? Marston flinched at the sight of it and interrupted her. His eyes bulged out of his head.

"Four days? I was sure I had been on there for nearly an entire year!" The woman slowly shook her head and spoke.

"Sorry that was just four days. Pain can affect the flow of time to someone experiencing it. I was about to present your choice, but if you don't want to hear it, I can just send you back now."

Marston turned pale and shut up. He had never listened so carefully or attentively in all of his hundred lives. His questions could wait.

"Good, then as I was saying..." the woman smiled and continued while motioning with her eyes to her right hand.

"Option 1: I send you back, and in 40 more days, you get to die finally."

Marston's facial expression indicated that no matter what "Option 2" was, he could not imagine refusing it over 40 more days of cloning before death. She had said he'd only experienced four days, he believed her. She had summoned him here and was some sort of all-powerful Deity from the looks of things.

The woman's threat of sending him back had him refrain from asking any of his questions.

She raised her left hand now, and like before, a hologram appeared. It was a pair of rotating luminescent dice. Her eyes motioned to her palm, and her sweet voice spoke once more.

"Option 2: You are reborn in the same universe, but at the end of your new life, that Hellish room will wait for you. There you will continue to die from suffocation and be reborn with that machine forever." She paused for a brief moment and smiled.

Marston was not sure if he was his turn to speak yet; this world-class beauty held his fate in the palm of her hand.

"So... you choose option one?"

Marston blurted out in fear of being sent back. "No! Option 2, give me a new life!"

So many questions were on his mind, but in this situation, he had no leverage.

"Well, I am certainly intrigued by you."

Marston had not told her his name, but she could probably read minds, he thought.

She slowly stood up and walked over to him. With each step, she took her breasts jiggled, and her hips swayed. She leaned in until her soft body pressed against his and whispered into Marston's ear. Her fragrance grew more powerful, the closer she was. It was by far the sweetest smell he'd ever encountered.

"Good luck..."

"W-wait, what's your name!" Marston begged. This woman would haunt his dreams; she was so gorgeous he temporarily forgot about all those times he had died.

She paused and looked deeply into his eyes. "If you can grow strong enough, I'll tell you." She started to blush?!? Then she grew even redder, quickly turned around, and hid her beautiful face with her delicate hands.

An astounding array of lights began to swirl. It grew brighter and denser and enveloped Marston's entire body. He began to levitate out of his chair, and then in an instant, he was moving faster than light itself. He shot through space as all he could see was dazzling imagery of dancing colors. Everything went black once more.

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The Goddess giggled like a schoolgirl would over her first crush. She called in her maid.

"Erin, come in here!" Her voice boomed with power and authority.

The attendant kneeled before her and was shocked to see her master blushing like this. "Master Ozen! I have never seen you react in such a way?! And a mortal man brought this out of you?"

Erin was utterly baffled. Had this man been the cause of her uncharacteristic giggling over the last four days?

Ozen was known to the Celestials as someone cold and who only respected power, how could a mortal man get such a reaction? She was the peerless Ozen Raw, God Queen of the Celestials. She had never shown interest in any of her suitors; they all ended up dead.

Ozen ignored what Erin had asked her and merely squeaked out the words "D-do you think he likes me?"

Erin's mouth was open in amazement, unable to speak.