Goddess of Beauty

"Do you want to keep the Satisfy Me System?" Byron heard the voice for the second time. Wasn't he dead? How could he still be able to hear after falling off such a deadly cliff?

Let's say he wasn't. Miracles maybe. What was this system thing then? He wouldn't be surprised, though. After experiencing transmigration and magic, he was sure everything was possible in that strange world.

A world where people lived over the cliffs because down the cliffs monsters were too abundant for one to survive.

Did it mean Byron was a dead meat now? If the magicians in that world could not dare to go down the cliff, how was a weakling like him going to survive?

'I can't believe I'm going to die twice a day!'

As he was still lamenting about his bad luck, the same female voice echoed in his ears again. "Hey! Can you hear me?" It sounded sweet and seductive.

Byron opened his eyes, and he was stupified by what he saw. A pair of hazel eyes stared into his, their owner shaking him gently.

Her skin was blinding like staring at snow on a sunny day, glowing gradually like a dying star. Only her long black hair didn't rhyme with her 'I like white' style.

Byron wandered his eyes down her soft-semi-transparent white dress and confirmed his worries.

She wasn't a human because human's skin doesn't glow, right?

If Byron didn't know all goddesses expect that of misery were dead, he would have thought that the beauty amidst him was a goddess of beauty.

She giggled school girl type.

"Your thoughts are true!"

Byron wanted to ask her who she was... or what she was, but something else came out of his mouth first.

"Can you read my mind?"

She nodded and then asked, "Why would you think I'm a goddess of beauty?"

"You look like one."

He didn't know why he was feeling comfortable around her. He even didn't feel like bombarding her with all the questions he had in mind. Maybe it's because she had saved him and lay him in her luxurious bed.

She placed her right hand on her chest.

"Oh! Thank you! I'm happy to know that I look like who I am."

This was so confusing. How could she be a goddess of beauty when the war took all of them except that of misery?

"You're right to think that only two gods had survived the First God's War. However, I'm a survivor too. Almighty Interpreter didn't count me among the goddesses because I didn't fight. You know, I'm a goddess of beauty and temptation not a fighter like thunder or war god. I couldn't be that dumb to engage in a war."

Byron nodded in understanding.

"I see!"

Goddess of Beauty touched her long black hair seductively.

"So, do you want to keep the system then?"

As far as Byron could remember, systems were golden fingers to help MCs in novels and anime stories. If she was offering him such a cheat, he could not hesitate to accept it. He didn't want to loose a battle against a 18-year-old brat again. Maybe it will also give him a way to solve his problem of not having a god's blood Pigment Pot.

"Uh... yeah! I want to keep it but... but its name is weird. May I know what it does?"

As soon as he question-marked his sentence, a transparent screen appeared in front of him.

[Dear host, thank you for accepting the system.]

[Notice: You still have a chance to say no!]

[The main mission: Kill all the Venomous Beauties...]

A bitter smile appeared on his face before he could finish reading it.

'What the fuck?'

Killing was not a new concept to him. He had killed lions and bulls. The problem was, how the hell was he supposed to fight beauties who had managed to kill a god, let alone kill them? It even didn't answer his question of why the weird name.

Goddess of Beauty stood up.

"Don't worry!"

She jumped out of the bed and continued talking while circling it. As for Byron, he lifted himself and sat in that fantasy bed, gulping at the sight of her bubbling ass.

If this was a case with Byron as a judge, he would rather go to jail than deny that she wasn't a goddess of temptation. Everything about her was tempting.

...And for the second time, Byron felt his little brother reacting. He glanced at him with admiration, fantasizing what it would be like to have a Goddess of Beauty as a pain killer.

Seemingly startled, Goddess of Beauty turned around and walked toward the bed once again.

"I knew I have selected a good candidate."

She kneeled on the bed, crawled toward him and leaned in as if about to kiss him.

Seeing her three centimeters away with that succubus-like expression, Byron's mind went spinning. Litres and litres of water started going down his throat and, when he recovered, "What do you mean?" he asked.

"You're looking for power and ways to satisfy your manly desires. That's a great weakness for a man, a good tool to control him. The greatest motivation anyone needs to achieve the impossible."

She leaned even closer untill their lips touched.

"As for eating me, wait untill you become the next God of Desires. Now you're too weak to even have a bite. he he!"

'Become the next God of Desires? Can't even have a bite? How annoying!'

Byron had too many questions to ask, but his mind was in need of a repairement.

Come to think of it, she said she could read his mind. There was no need for him to ask.

"Yeah! I'm quite annoying sometimes. If you want to have a bite, you'll have to prove it to me. That's why I created Satisfy Me System. When the God of Desires died, I drained him all his blood. I would have drunk it myself, but that would not give me much powers since the Venomous Beauties had took the big percentage of his powers before he died."

This time, Byron's mind had fully repaired. So, he asked, "How have those beauties managed to kill him? I even don't understand why. Wasn't he the human kind protector?"

"God of Desires was a sex addict," the Goddess of Beauty explained. "Since all goddesses who could help him satisfy his desires were no more after the war, he had no choice but to use humans.

"Because of his powers and his inhuman lust, no human female ever survived his wrath on the bed. Getting selected meant death. These girls felt wronged. Because everything was poisonous after the war, their families would offer them him so he could give them a sapling and a handful of soil to plant it into.

"Of course having a tree with edible fruits was so expensive... still today. But those girls felt like humanity hated them to offer them to him so he could rape them."

Goddess of beauty reached for Byron's hand and pulled him out of the fantastical bed. "Come," she said dragging him with her. "I need to show you something."

Byron couldn't guess where she was taking him. Except for her black hair and his red robes, everything around them was white. It was like standing in the middle of an ocean, white view painted in every direction. Even the podium in front of them was white.

First step... second... third...

On the sixth step, there were no more stairs to climb but a table with a wine glass and a normal sword placed on it. Byron could see a maroon substance inside the glass.

Goddess of beauty let go of his hand and said while picking the sword from the table.

"God of Desires was tired of killing the girls during the deed. He wanted them to enjoy as he did. That's why he decided to always drain his powers from his body and keep them inside this sword so he could be like a human. When the beauties found about it, they tried to steal the sword. Sadly, every attempt was a failure because only God of Desires could lift the sword."

Goddess of Beauty handed the sword to Byron who casually reached for it. However, as soon as he grabbed its rusty hilt, it immediately plummeted toward the ground, dragging him with it. It was as if it weighed thousands of killograms. No! Of tons!

"See?" Goddess of Beauty took it from him. "Only him could lift it. Even other gods could not. I'm able to do so because I..."

Instead of finishing her sentence, Goddess of Beauty pressed her right hand on his forehead. Byron felt a sudden change in her aura and he could tell something was wrong.

"I think you have to go," she told him, this time not within her seductive voice. "I've only took your soul. There are Infected Monsters approaching the place where your body had fell. I'm sorry I can't help you fight them. I'm not a fighter, you know. So, go fight them or let them devour your body."

'What the...'

Byron didn't understand.

"But I was lying in your bed just now!" He complained.

"Let's continue our conversation later."

"Wait! You don't expect me to fight without a weapon, right?"

The Goddess of Beauty reached behind her head and pulled out her hairpin—a jade binyeo. She then offered the long nail-like thing to him.

"Here! I think this will be of a use."

At that moment, her hands started glowing, green smokes flowing from them to envelope him. Seconds later, darkness was only friend he could talk to.

'Damn it!'

Byron couldn't believe his luck. Though fighting was not a thing he would be afraid of, this was not like his well built body back on earth. Just a pale guy who had lived in cave, too weak to even hold drumsticks and produce a loud drum-beat.

This was if he ignored the fact that Infected Monsters had a god's blood within their veins.

Suddenly, his eyes itched. He raised his hands to protect them from the sheer light of the sun, but suddenly, he heard a howling. No! Howlings... then the ground shook, as if an army of Infected Monsters was drawing nearby.

He rose to his feet, his heart beating as loud as Jumanji Drums.

There, in front of him, a swarm of Infected Monsters was rushing in his direction with tremendous speed and, not only they were so many and scary, but also so big. One of them was even bigger than a truck-kun.

'Holy shit!'