Slave Traders?

On an immaculate sea of sheets, two goddesses lay close together. They were neither sleeping, nor exchanging tender words, nor engaging in any physical intimacy.

For goddesses who had spent an eternity together, merely touching shoulder to shoulder was enough.

In this tranquil flow of time, the most beautiful of all living beings—The World—opened her eyes wide.

"Oh, Gimora lost again… It's Liora! She's amazing!"

"Well, Liora is definitely exceptional. When Zephyr gave her the Angel's Factor skill, I thought it was over."

"That skill isn't something a human should be able to use. To endure the soul's pain and raise the skill to level 20 or above… that's incredible!"

"She's managed to adapt through this achievement, and now there's no more damage to her soul, but… is it really okay?"

"What's wrong?"

The World tilted her head in confusion, and The Life, the other goddess, almost let her lips curl into a smile.